روايات وقصص ضمن Nerd Professor

I perch on his legs and he says nor does nothing to stop me. “If you want me that much, this much, why do you keep talking about rules?” I ask as I trace his lips with my thumb. He shivers against me. “Because I don’t want anything to happen to your education.” My cute, and sexy nerd professor with his obsession with education. “Then why did you do all of that? Did my education not matter then?” “Of course. I thought.. I thought I could hold out until you graduated.” I press our foreheads together and our lips are almost touching.

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.

For how many minutes am I late and why does it seems like I missed too much in the discussion? I look around once more but what caught my attention is the Professor who is still sitting on his chair, reading a thick book. I watch how his pupils move as he flip the page then move the rim of his glasses up with an obvious crease on his forehead as if he is very indulge to his book. “Nerd.” I whispered before writing my name on top of the paper.

“You know it’s not drugs but you didn’t speak out. You just let them embarrassed me and now you’re following me around? Geez, leave me alone!” He didn’t let her utter a word. He fastened his steps towards his classroom. He has a lot of things going on his mind and that nerd is making him more frustrated. “Mr. Calazar, you are early for tomorrow.” Mr. Pasyaw said to his professor is in his mid 40’s. He is one of the most strict professors on campus. Laughs echoed in the room. “And it looks like someone will lose his job today, Sir.” He smirked.

He then drinks from his bottle before he turns back to his large-framed subordinate. ”Come back as soon as you can, Nick. I’ll make this a short session.” ”I don’t know about that, boss. She’s kinda like your type. Meaty, big-breasted, long hair…” ”She could be wearing a wig, Nick. And no, after that last horrific session, my professor can walk in here and I wouldn’t even give a rat’s ass.” ”Your professor? Ohhhhh, thaaat hot professor…” Awkward silence…

Goosebumps were crawling all over my skin. I didn't really want to associate with the students at the school so I had no business with whoever was staring at me. I didn't turn to look instead, I focused my gaze on the door as a professor, whom I believed was a Chemistry professor, made his way in. He was a short, rotund man with a saggy belly and premature baldness on his head. He wore round-rimmed glasses that resembled those of Harry Potter. A black briefcase was firmly held in his hand.

I couldn't tell if I was looking at Drake or Chris Brown. This was my boyfriend who was a professor. Usually, people saw Professors as nerds who were consumed with education and proving scientific theories. But him, he was no stereotype. He was a celebrity professor to say the least. "Hi beautiful, you're here and ready," he said, jogging down the stairs. His eyes raked me from head to toe, and a slow smile parted his lips, "You look ravishing," he said, taking me into his arms and placing a kiss on my forehead.

If only she knew how difficult this class was, down to the motherfucking professor. “The thing is, no one knows who the professor is. He has two assistants who teach us, gives us tests and exams. So, if we have any complaints whatsoever, it goes to the assistants and not whoever the professor is and it is a fucking pain in my ass.” I held my head with both hands and landed on my bed, then screamed into my pillow. I hate the life I had. Why didn’t I have the life influencers I see online? I should be making short videos of useless things on the hundredth vacation that I didn’t need to take. But here I was, in a small room, worried about my grades.