Nerd Professor Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I suggest you find another seat, Marcus, because if I get up it’ll be to whoop your ass.” “Mr. Ortega, take a seat before I kick you out.” The Professor, I couldn’t place his name because we’d talked to all of them, stood at the podium. His shoulder length black hair tied at the nape of his neck, one hand shoved into his pocket and the other held his glasses. Mr. Sanders called him the Pretty Boy Professor. Apparently, the girls in the school all secretly crushed on him. Marcus chuckled lightly but went and took a seat on the opposite side of the classroom. Ansley lowered her head and covered her forehead with her palm, slowing sinking lower into her seat.

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

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.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

“Then maybe don’t sneak up on people like a serial killer, Callum.” He grinned, unfazed. “You looked lost in thought. Figured I’d save you before you walked straight into a wall.” “Maybe next time, let me hit the wall,” I muttered, brushing past him and pushing open the wellness center door. The familiar scent of antiseptic and coffee filled the air. Callum followed close behind, his sneakers squeaking on the floor. “So, gossip time. Did you hear about Professor Lang?” I frowned. “Lang? The sports psychology guy?”

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his gentle gaze encompassed us all. He had gentle features yet there was something about him that attracted me to him. “Good morning, everyone,” he began, setting his materials down on the desk. His voice was deep and smooth, with just a hint of an accent that I couldn’t quite place. “I’m Professor Farid Reign, and I’ll be guiding you through Advanced Theoretical Physics this semester. We’re going to delve into the complexities of quantum mechanics, explore the difficulties of string theory, and discuss the latest developments in cosmology.”

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

Nara asked, sneaking a few glances at her face while pretending to sort through his own things. Nelsy only shrugged. “Other than the first meeting? He’s never coming to this class again.” Nara lifted a brow. “Why’s that?” “The professor likes him,” she said with a sly grin, lowering her voice. “And I mean likes him.” Nara instantly caught her meaning, though he couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the way she leaned closer as she said it. Her perfume hung in the air between them. “Oh,” he murmured, nodding as if that single syllable could hide his distraction.

They were engaged in some boyish chatter that was disrupting the peacefulness of the hall. That idiot. He's the reason I'm in this mess. “Look, there's your prince charming,” April giggled, nudging me. I ignored her. We sat down and I brought out my books, ready for a class. The professor came in. I tried listening, at least to half the things he was saying. Finally, the class ended. “Nathan Hunt.” The professor called. “See me after class.” His minions cheered. What the heck was exciting about that? These morons.