My Professor Mga Nobela at Kwento

Academic opportunities could not. “When do we leave?” “One hour. Station.” I packed fast and reached the station with coffee in one hand and my laptop bag on my shoulder. Professor Reed was already there. Dark wool coat, pale shirt, wind-touched hair, leather briefcase. He looked less like an external reviewer and more like a university brochure designed to ruin people’s judgment. His eyes paused on my coffee. “Morning.” “Good morning, Professor Reed.” “We’re off campus today. Daniel is fine.” I pretended not to hear him and looked for my ticket.

“It’s just dinner. With your professor. Who you’ve already slept with. Totally normal.” I nearly tripped on my way out the door.

What did that little shithead do this time? I frowned, typing out a quick response. Me: You can tell me when we meet up with Amber later today. Her reply came instantly. Nora (Life Support): Shit, I’m down. “Miss Visconti?” My professor’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “You’re distracted.” She was standing directly in front of me, disappointment written all over her face. Normally, I would’ve scrambled to fix it. Played the perfect student. Teacher’s favourite. Today? I didn’t have the energy.

I can make an exception and teach you. Oh, how arrogant he was. Over the following days, I flirted with him. We moved from academic discussions to my admiring him. [Professor, you look so handsome when you’re serious!] [Studious and polite… You’re exactly my type!] I thought he’d blush. I thought he’d fall. Instead, his reply nearly made me black out. “Good, but don’t get distracted. Continue reviewing the cooperative strategies in wolf-pack hunting.” I was left speechless. I wasn’t here to enroll in an online course!

he gives back my pen and responds with his adorable boxy smile, and I retrieve my pen to continue to work peacefully. I try to solve all the calculation but ends up struggling with my work and not knowing what to write. "do you need my help?" professor's voice passes through my eyes. He bends over me and one hand gets placed on the back of my chair. I feel it touching me and he's now almost guarding my figure by putting his other hand next to my right hand. I don't like this tension, he's too close to me and I can smell his arousing male fragrance which is making me remember that one night's memories, his touch, his face, his voice, everything about that night.

When we finished shopping for food, I deposited it first and we went to the department store. "Why are we here? You don't have a job but you are not losing money" said Myra. I laughed at what she said. "I still have a salary, maybe you forgot that I am a licensed professional teacher, I even got a master's degree. I am your professor, so even if I don't work sometimes we have school work about teachers, like that. But even on vacation we are paid" I said. "Wow, I wish I was like that too--" she said and looked at her stomach.

I didn’t still know if I was going to get hurt. “The subject of fiance is a little touchy for me since mine upped and left.” He smiled down at me, tracing his fingers over my cheek absentmindedly. I felt a shiver along my spine. I didn’t know that. Scratch that. I didn’t really know him beyond the fact that he was the guy I’d had a one night stand with and was my professor. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that.” I hoped it was something we’d get to talk about later.

Not a single misstep. Because all eyes are on me. This isn’t just a figure of speech. Professor Davis thought it would be a good idea for me to sit practically next to the whiteboard facing the class rather than among them. When I tried to point out that it would make it hard for me to build relationships with my classmates she replied: “You’re my TA. I need you close.”

He says, annoyance latched to his tone. What's his fucking problem? Tessa holds my hands and nods her head gently. I sigh and we both walk out of the door. "Why does he always keep lecturing?", I grimace. "Maybe he's a lecturer at this Academy?" Tessa replies. "Hmm. Maybe you're right." I think over it. I don't know half of the Proffesors here, except Professor Sheila. That brings me to the point… "What exactly do they teach here?" I ask.

“Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect.