Find My Professor Novels & Stories

I was about to lean my head in my desk, but Professor Tin call my name. "Yes, Professor?" I ask while raising my right hand slightly. "I left my class record in the faculty. Can you get it for me? It was placed on the third table." "Yes, Professor," I say then I stood up and left the room quickly. As walking down the hallway, something sank into my mind. I don't know where the faculty is. Why I am so being careless? I should have asked her. Should I go back and ask her? No. No way. I will just ask the old student. But the hallway seems so empty. Perhaps it's because of class hours. What should I do now? "I bet you need my help." ---

Hera immediately asked. "But you still called me today?" "Atleast they know you're in the faculty now and not me." The professor laughed. So. She was not the only one who lied, but also the professor. Great! “You really used na faculty office the just because you miss me, we met this morning in the classroom, when you talked to Mrs. Lopena " But she wouldn't deny that she was even happier when the professor was just like this.

he starts, "Yes? Yes?" "Yes," I repeat. "Ah. I was worried I got your name wrong. Yes! Ms. Honey Aatish, please come down here." I look at Chadd and all he does is shrugs his shoulder. I look at Clementine but she's looking around. I look at Corentin, but he nods and points toward the Professor. I nod back and leave my seat to join Professor Runn in front of the classroom. "What do you need," I ask. Professor Runn takes a sip of his coffee before running and disappearing. He reappears seconds later with papers in his hands.

He took a big whiff of my neck with his hands running up and down my back and going down to my butt. "I missed you so much," he cooed. "So much so that I went to your school and you weren't there." My heart skipped a beat. "M-Maybe you went there on a day I wasn't around-" "I found my old classmate as a professor in the department you said you were, I gave her your name and nothing came up," his voice was bolder and darker now, his hug was getting tighter. "K-Keviv, you're hurting me now-"

"Today, I'm going on a field trip with one of the professors." "What's his name?" She tried to remember, but her memory was failing her, so she reached into her pants pocket, took out a folded piece of paper, and quickly read until she found her professor's name. "Frederick." "Fred? I-I mean... Professor Frederick..." The woman's cheeks blushed. "His class has already ended; I can go call him from the teachers' lounge if you want."

I deserve an explanation for this. “Is the prof in?” I ask his assistant sitting at her desk outside his office. She gives me a once over, chewing the gum in her mouth loudly. “He’s in but he's not receiving visitors. State your business.” “How long till he can receive visitors?” I ask, what I have to say is to professor August. Why would he do this? Why would he victimise me like this? “Look, state your business and when he starts to receive visitors, I’ll inform him of it and if it’s important to him, you’ll get notified via the student portal to come back,” she says in a nonchalant tone.

Although, from searching his online profile he seems to be pretty quiet. Apparently he has his Asia trip coming up the following week and there might be some more pictures. Naturally, I am relieved not to see more photos and images of him with that spiteful bitch, Viola. It seems all is quiet on that score. For now. I am sure she will rear her ugly head at some point. Let’s face it, she now thinks she can hang the fact that I had my professor’s child over my head. And I still don’t know how she even got that information. It irks me that I haven’t got anywhere with finding out either. Maybe I need to try and trace the professor and see if he has met Violet and somehow their paths crossed and

I answered, seemingly uninterested. “Clevincent Madriano Suitarez! He’ll be our professor for our major subject all year. Oh my gosh, I’m definitely not going to be absent,” my friend said, still holding onto my arm. But I couldn’t help but smile at what Sheila said, good thing she didn’t see it.

He finally caught up with me, so I decided to pity him and reduce my pace. “I already messaged Daniel and Drake, they said they’ll met us at the parking lot.” He said putting his phone in his pocket. “That’s good.” “Dude!!! What do you think about our new professor. She’s bad as fuck.” The way I glared at him, I swear I was shooting lasers from my eyes at him. Cause he better back off my woman. I don’t play about what is mine and she is mine. “Oh shit!! My bad! Dude.” Nice to know he finally gets it without me saying anything.

“Are you still in Northlake?” “Yes.” “I’m driving down with Claire. She wanted to see the harbor after the foundation dinner.” Claire. So that was her name. I tightened my grip on the phone. “Professor, that doesn’t sound project-related.” “Reed is still there, isn’t he? You can stay if you’re comfortable. If not, head back first.” I was about to choose the train when Ford added, “Also, your research stipend approval came through. I’m forwarding the confirmation now.”