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or how far Isa would let him go. Isa made her way to the seat in front of Theodore's desk, immediately crossing her legs and adjusting her jacket to display some professionalism. Theodore was too busy flipping through the pages of Isa's assignment to notice, periodically underlining and making a note in the margins. Isa took the time to look around the professor's place. The overall architecture relied heavily on dark, mahogany wood emphasized by the desk and bookcase behind it. Isa spotted a few authors amongst the otherwise academic books, from Albert Camus to Gabriel García Márquez. Opposite the door were large, paned windows that overlooked other lit-up collegiate buildings. Lastly, ther

I flipped the one thousand plus pages hardcover book in front of me and everything seemed gibberish. “Why is the text book so heavy? I swear Dr Ramon just likes to punish us.” Jack continued to slurp, finding my situation very amusing. I grabbed my scrunchie and threw it at him. “Hey! What did I do?” “Your input is just disgusting liquid sounds and chuckles. Fucking help me!” “Leah, you and I know you don’t need help. You just don’t want to read.” I scowled at him. “Exactly why I need help.” I opened the cap of my boba tea cup and gulped the content, wiping the spilled tea at the corner of my mouth.

I don't know if he was deliberately trying to make me an object of mockery but it was genuinely pissing me off. "I assure you" I said, holding his gaze, "I have no difficulty connecting themes. It just doesn't relate to the topic. Sit down please." For a second I thought he would sit but he smiled instead. Small, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world– but I did not. "I'm just concerned," he said pleasantly, "that if we can't examine literature from multiple angles we might be limiting our understanding. Don't you think so Professor?"

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

Levi look down at me and notice the desperation on my face and since the Professor got covered by some students who are passing their papers, he bent forward to whisper few words I can write about the book. “It has a mixture of Philosophy, Pyschology and fiction—being told in a narrative and personal reflection by Victoria Woolf herself.” He immediately muttered before walking back in the aisle since students are coming back to their own seats already. Upon hearing his words, I hurriedly write it down without thinking anything. “I do not care anymore.” I whispered. “Thirty seconds.” “Twelve seconds.” “Dude, hurry.” Rael whispered so I have no choice but to stand up with my paper on my right

There was something dangerous about him—something in the way he held himself, the quiet, restrained power in his movements. Who the hell was this man? The answer came seconds later as he reached the desk at the front of the room. He set down a leather-bound notebook, adjusted the cuffs of his suit, and then spoke. “Good morning, class. My name is Professor Dominic Valenti. I’ll be your lecturer for Criminal Psychology this semester.” The words barely registered. Isla’s pulse pounded in her ears. Valenti. The name was familiar. Too familiar. A name whispered in fear. A name that belonged to one of her father’s most ruthless rivals.

He was making her nervous and she didn’t know why. He continued reading the names until they were finished. Once done, he walked back towards the desk and immediately started talking about what they were going to take this year and what to expect. He took out a chalk and turned around to start writing some points on the board while he talked. Kayla opened her old purple notebook, which she was still using, and immediately began taking notes. Her writing was neat and she was a fast writer, meaning she could keep up with him. As time passed, their eyes kept traveling towards each other. Kayla couldn’t understand what this feeling was. he was her professor and she shouldn’t be feeling attractio

SIENNA'S POV The whole lecture felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from. Professor Thorne Elias started the class as if there was nothing wrong. He kept a steady pace as he taught about forbidden desire in literature, power dynamics and the way characters destroy themselves chasing what they can’t have. It felt more to me like every word was arrowed at me, heck this entire topic was a bullet aimed at me. I sat there frozen, my notebook was open but my pen wasn't moving. I pressed my thighs together under the desk as flashbacks of last night came running through my mind.

That's professor Zayn Johnson for you. [A/n: Feels like you're reading a new genre of this book, right? Please scroll up and see the chapter title. Tell me what you figured out what happened!]

"I want you to read this tonight. It's not assigned reading. But it will help you understand the theoretical framework we're building toward. Can you read two hundred pages by Saturday's session?" "Yes, Professor." "Good." He handed her the book, and their fingers touched briefly. The contact sent electricity through Mia's body. Professor Hayes must have felt it too because his eyes darkened slightly. For a moment, they just stood there, close, both aware of the tension between them. Then Professor Hayes stepped back. "Saturday. Same time. Read the book. Be prepared to discuss it." "Yes, Professor," Mia said, her voice slightly breathless. She left his office feeling both intellectually exha