Nerd Professor Novels & Stories

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

Then I pushed it open without waiting for an answer. The room smelled like chemicals and old textbooks. Gross. Mr. Hargrove was at his desk, grading papers or something, his glasses perched on the end of his nose like some cartoon professor. He looked up, not smiling. That wasn't a good sign... “You asked for me, sir?” I said, leaning against the doorframe like I owned the place. He set down his pen and nodded. “Yes, I did, Ethan. Come in and shut the door.” I did, but slowly, buying time. My stomach twisted a little as I walked over.

Professor O’Connel says. “My best friend just admitted having feelings for me and…I don’t know why I am telling you this! I have enough problems with old men telling me what to do! I am not seeking advice!” I snap at the friendly and helpful professor, who is less than ten years older than me. I feel bad. He’s always been a nice guy and super understanding and he looks hurt and concerned. I’m not a total dick, so I apologize and ask if he has a minute after I declare my major.

"My adorable anorak, Professor Bennett." "Anorak?" she laughed. "What kind of crazy Brit slang word is that?" "Yeah, I think you Yanks call them nerds or geeks. That's you. An artsy anorak that I adore." I turned her head to mine and met her lips for another kiss. I knew we were both remembering our ridiculous chat in the car that morning about the professor detaining the misbehaving student. Which would be her, the professor, and me, the misbehaving student.

I thanked him politely, while he looked nervous, "before going into the class, would you like to have any drink or coffee sir? Should I order anything else for you?" "Take it easy please, no need to be nervous, we are like a family when working together, you can be at ease comfortably, because I don't eat humans" I know it's a satire, but don't know how he'll react to it, "you're so kind and generous sir" I'm sure he is a mad guy. As soon as I get into the class, the professor introduced me, "starting from today you're going to have a new guest professor, let's welcome Mr. Daniel Knight."

No more college and no degree, I would be stuck with dead-end jobs and wondering what the hell my future even looked like. I couldn’t let that happen. Professor Richard was the biggest distraction on campus. Young for a professor,around early thirties or so,broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline, dark neatly styled hair, and those wire-rimmed glasses that gave him this hot,nerdy and geeky vibe. His fitted button-down shirts always hinted at the muscular body underneath. I’d spent way too many lectures staring at him instead of taking notes. Get your shit together, Jackson. This is about survival, not your stupid crush.

I turned my gaze to Wenna and gave her a deadly look. While Rajiv just laughed next to me who also heard what Wenna said. "Char, it's just a joke!" Wenna chuckled and burst out laughing. I was a little relieved. Some people look at our students. Some of them look at me badly, others are curious. Maybe they are wondering why the new professor at this university is at the same table.

why he is an Ex soldier or the fact that he was seven years older than me. When I heard the class suddenly began to settle my eyes scanned over to the man who had just walked in as our new professor. “Good morning,I would be your professor for this class” I heard someone say. My eyes instantly moved to the front of the classroom and when I saw the man standing there, my heart stopped. It was killian, my step brother he is my new professor. I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled.

He was trying to act like he didn't care, but his eyes were full of fire. I reached for my chalkboard. I like the view here, I wrote. Huxley chuckled. "A woman of few words. I like that. But I prefer to hear a lady’s voice. Tell me, is the Professor treating you well? Does he let you leave the house?" I just pointed to the "Junior Fellow" badge on the table. "He’s very protective of his work," Huxley said, looking at Caspian. "Maybe too protective. You know, Blackwood, there are rumors that this isn't a research project at all. People are saying you’re just hiding a scandal."

Liam trailed off suggestively, implying unsavory escapades. "Totally," Cindy chimed in, her tone as phony as her lashes. "We're old pals. If you're struggling, speak up. With your background—no college, no sharp clothes—you might bomb interviews. Want me to take you shopping? I can spot you cash. You were a whiz kid. It's a shame seeing you like this." Shannon stayed silent, her nails digging into her wine stem. Her intense gaze bore into me like lasers. Her boyfriend, Zach Fuller, leaned forward with condescending pity and open disdain.