Nerd Professor Novels & Stories

Really stupid jerk! I took five chalks from the box and approached him. He held out his hand and I angrily laid the chalk on his palm. "Thank you Mam!" he said with a smile and left again. Why ... Why is he jolly now? How long has John been in heaven? He has been my professor for years! He never treated us like his new students. He was really laughing while we were. Pure recitation, when not answered automatically five. "Mam, you and Sir are fine" said one of my female students.

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

Even, became friends since they attended the same school. Ellen had recognized him at first glance, since he is popular as the "Hot nerd" among girls in their school, about which only Gracie was unaware of! Partially, because she always focused on her academics and a small circle of friends she had. And also because she barely attended the late night parties of her schoolmates. "And why are you a sex coach? Also at this age?" Was the only question Gracie had asked him, knowing this shouldn't be her business to mind and yet asking out of curiosity.

Just that same calm, unreadable expression, like he already knew I was here. Like he had expected this. And then he set his briefcase down, turned to face the class, and spoke. "Welcome to Advanced Software Security. I'm Professor Earl Sherwood." Oh. My. God. My breath caught in my throat. No. No, no, no, no. No way. There was no way I had spent the night pouring my soul out to my professor. And there was definitely no way I had spent half of it thinking about how good he smelled.

"Like I said, he's this big-shot professor, always with an assistant in tow, and his calendar's packed." I got it. It wasn't that she didn't want to see him; she just never had the chance. "You've got his personal contact, right? Why not give it a shot?" I suggested. Lena didn't reply, just glanced away. By then, we'd reached the lecture hall, where a huge electronic screen announced: [Welcome, Professor Nate Neumann.] We stepped inside, and the place was packed. On stage was a young, handsome guy with rimless glasses, speaking with confidence.

He answered then pushed it to my face as I glared at him. Fuck!. Way to go Hera, first day and you do stupid shit. "Thanks," I whispered then grabbed the bag from his hand. "Oh, the ladies are at it again." He said softly when he looked at the ladies ahead. "At what?" I asked. "They are a specific fan group of professor Ronald, the man is more famous than a popular celebrity. Rumour has it that he willingly quit from his former university because of the female students that were a great bother, he couldn't even teach in peace." He answered as I frowned.

the professor and I just pretended to hear nothing. -- "How old is our new professor?" I asked Kerky. We walk to the library. "40 years old, Lods. Why?" Kerky replied and I nodded. "Nothing. I'm scared of him." "Eh?! But why?" "I don't know. Just when he's in front of me, I'm nervous. He's too serious." My answer. "Maybe until now professor is still single." Kerky so I turned to him. "W-What?! You think so?" I suddenly asked nervously.

Wow. "Weird." I whispered and focused on my skittles. The two-hour lunch break ended and our history professor walked in. This professor is actually a bit weird... or unique from other teachers here at our university. I could say that she had the same energy as that arrow tattoo girl has. They're both obsessed with mythical creatures. Pushing her thick black-framed glasses, she cleared her throat to get the attention of some of us. Yes, emphasis on 'some'. American high school students usually don't care about nerdy professors like her.

A guy I don't recognise greets, followed by some other guys. I flash them my practiced smile. Jocks don't recognise ‘nerds’ - not that I'm one - but they recognise me due to the help I provide to make me move under the radar. Two can play the game. I give the bald coach with a sweaty wrinkled forehead a slight bow as I stand before him. “Good afternoon, coach?” He nods, his face hard. But I counter his harshness with an easygoing smile. “My professor asked me to find Morano. We have a project and he's not answering his phone.”

I took a glass and suggested a toast, everyone raised their glasses. "Cheers!" We all said. I might not have Alexis but this is all i need. ** That's it! The final end of The Beautiful Nerd! I really hope you enjoyed the story of Alexis and Kyle! Thank you for reading through the plot holes and terrible grammar. There's a book two titled: The Wedding Planner, available on my profile! Thank you once again!