Novel & Cerita Nerd 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.

"No, no, you knew nothing!" Ace moved out of his way, still shouting at the top of his lungs. "You think you could hide it forever but I know you! I mean, it makes so much sense. The most popular jock in school who is totally homophobic going out with the not yet out of the closet pretty nerd boy! It's mind-blowing!" "No, I'm not a nerd! And this isn't a W*****d high school book!" Marcos snapped with a hand on his waist, even though there was a smile on his face. "I'm just taking him to the hospital for sometime."

"Xavier! As soon as I called out to him, he knew what I meant and came right over to help the professor. At the same time, I noticed that a great deal of blood was pouring between my fingers, and I hastily put another hand over the wound. It looks like a serious injury, and at this rate, the professor's going to die. My eyes almost instantly turned red. Although the professor has done a lot of wrong, but his nature is not bad, his goal is actually only one, that is to pursue scientific breakthrough. He is a scourge of drugs, he is also a teacher I admire, is the world's most appreciate my talent.

"What do you know? Do you also have these crazy dreams like me?!" "What sort of dreams are we talking about here?" "Stop beating around the bush. Just tell me what you know! I'm going nuts! Everyone around me is acting strange since yesterday or should I say two days ago. I woke up one day and everyone is calling me Professor. I know nothing about biology. It's not even my favorite subject! I don't know who is weird. Is it everyone or me? And here you are, calling me by my name when most people here call me Professor."

“I don’t even understand it myself. It’s not like with Dante. It’s quieter. Calmer. But it’s there, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel it.” He stared at me for a long moment, then let out a slow breath. “You have a thing for professors, huh?” I blinked at him, surprised when I saw the faintest hint of a smile tug at his lips. “That’s not funny,” I muttered, but a small laugh escaped me anyway. “I’m not trying to make it funny,” he said. “I’m just… processing. Believe me, this is a lot.” “I know,” I said, my voice small. “I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me right now.”

he nodded "Then how about Edward?" I asked "No, he doesn't. I've in Paris since so many years and recently came back home, I came back the day before we met at the bar." he told me. "Hmm. Exactly. That's what I'm thinking , how came a young boy like you can become a professor?", I teased him. "Yaah! if I want then I can be your permanent Professor, you know na how smart I am.", he again started praising himself but this time I have to admit he's really smart.

Nick tilts his head slightly, like he’s considering the insult instead of reacting to it. “I like to take my time with things,” he replies casually, stretching his legs out under the desk. “Sometimes it’s good to make decisions,” Mr. Madden says steadily. “You can always change your mind. So tell me.” His voice is calm, but the tension underneath it is sharp enough to cut. Nick stares at him. Mr. Madden tilts his head slightly in return. It looks like a warning. And suddenly the resemblance is impossible to ignore. In that moment he doesn’t look like a professor anymore—he looks like exactly what he is.

“You seem like the type who'd rather stay home, mind your own business, read some boring-ass book, or spend hours doing whatever nerdy shit you're into while everyone else is out getting drunk and making stupid decisions. And you're smart as hell. I mean, every professor has something good to say about you. You're always buried in books, and always getting good grades.” His gaze drifts toward my glasses, before returning to my eyes. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. "I think nerds are fucking hot though. Especially the ones with freckles and glasses.” Heat creeps into my cheeks. “Um…” I bite my lip, suddenly unsure of what to say. My eyes remain fixed on his face on the screen as I try t

I didn’t need anyone telling me how the students would react if this was true. They would blame me, they always did. Thea mentioning my father alone was proof enough that the blame was already being shared and by extension, so was I. “There’s a rumor that the new teacher was once a number-one hockey legend,” Thea continued. “But he stopped playing.” I swallowed hard. Why was she mentioning Mr. Ashford?

She added, gently patting my shoulder. "Because it is more painful not to smile, Neria." She added, and just like that, she left, before I could react. Find a reason to.... I repeated, almost mindlessly, as I made my way to door eleven. "Professor John?" Inside, I was surprised to find my college professor waiting. After years, he still looked the same, just a little older. "Neria? It's good to see you again, child." He greeted, and while I hesitated, he didn't. He pulled me into his arms, and immediately, a sob tore past my lips.