Nerd Professor Novels & Stories

“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…” I zoned out of what she was saying. My mind raced to the night before. The bar, the intense gazes, the reckless comfort of a stranger who wasn’t supposed to matter beyond dawn. A one-night mistake I had decided to get rid of my mind completely except he was here right now and he was my professor. Was the universe playing a cruel joke on me? Why wasn’t anything going my way?

“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?”

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.

He added. “Why would I say that?” Nikki asked, keeping her gaze turned away from the professor. “Because I am sure I am just being egotistical, and everything is in my head.” Thorn offered with a slight scoff. At that, Nikki looked at him. “Oh?” she asked. “Yes.” He scowled. “I don’t like any of the female professors on campus because I constantly feel like they are trying to get me to sleep with them.” He revealed. Nikki had to hold back her chuckle. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I feel like they throw themselves at me no matter how I respond.” He complained. “So, I go out of my way to seem disinterested in them, thus causing them to respond unpleasantly to me.”

"Hey, don't be too sad. You know what? I went to this super boring MIT alumni thing the other day and met this total nerd." She gestured dramatically. "He was hot, in a nerdy way. Gold-rimmed glasses, the whole deal. Turns out he's a cryptography professor! And you know what he said to me? He said my latest design looked like an 'illogical patchwork of colored rags'! The nerve!" Her story made me laugh, lifting some of the gloom. "Maybe he was just trying to get your attention." "Please! A tech bro like that wouldn't know romance if it hit him in the face."

She seemed to loathe it. "What about you?" she ventured her eyes luminous. "Pretty much the same actually. I'm an assistant professor at Mountain View University and I am going for my Ph.D. in North American Literature," "Oh, so a huge nerd," she said, a smile toying at the edges of her lips. He laughed loudly.

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.

Jared’s presentation was tomorrow and I needed sleep, for my peace of mind. *** “You know what you have to do...” Professor Alma adjusted his tie, almost acting like a mother. Even if she didn’t talk a lot, she had contributed heavily to his work, offering her expert opinion when needed and sharing her dissertations with him. Even if he was a professor, he was young enough to be her child which was why it seemed so cute when she patted his suit and wiped it down, picking up invisible lint. I had to admit, he looked absolutely dashing. His face alone could bring us home the award if they wanted but he was more than a pretty face.

He asked and babbled. And I just gave him an uninterested look on my face. He might be famous in this academy, but for the nerd's sake, I don't even know his freaking name. I just know that he's part of the basketball team, and I don't give a sh*t about his taste in music. "It's confidential," I answered shortly and turned to walk away from him. "Come on. I won't tell anybody. Or you want me to...?" He insisted and walked beside me.