Nerd Professor 소설 & 이야기

I said, trying to convince her and myself too. She looked at me as if checking me out so I diverted my gaze, trying to focus my attention to Professor Esquerra. Prof. Jeremy Esquerra is also a good-looking guy like Prof. Trystan Fortez. Both of them are also good friends. Prof. Esquerra is our school doctor. He smiles often and more approachable than Prof. Fortez but I still find the latter more attractive. I am wondering why Professor Fortez is not yet here.

“Fuck off.” “What? Can’t handle a little teasing? How’d you put up with this guy, Neil?” I asked in a mock whisper. Neil laughed again, and soon the three of us slipped into easy conversation, trading mindless banter about school, homework, and whatever gossip had been circulating lately. “I heard we’ve got a new professor,” Neil said after a while, glancing around the lecture hall. “Yeah, apparently Professor Stone couldn’t stand Elijah’s attitude for another semester,” Luka snickered, earning himself a playful elbow to the ribs from me.

“Explain the major traits of the Neanderthals to us, please.” Her smile was still on her face. Her presentation only glossed over their traits, and this was a topic we hadn't discussed in class before, so I knew she expected me not to know it. So she'd call me dumb in front of the whole class and make me a laughingstock. I glanced briefly at Prof. Stephan, who was looking at me, and my skin prickled with awareness. “We’re all waiting for you,” she sassed, “don't tell me you weren't paying attention.”

My lips parted, but before I could form an answer, the professor’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “What do you want, Miss?” he groaned, his irritation unmasked. “Oooh, I’m sorry, sir,” Nina cooed, feigning innocence, though her smirk never faded. “It’s just that I saw my sister come in a while ago, and she’s taking too long to come out. I just wanted to know if she’s okay.” The professor lifted his gaze at last. His eyes darkened, cold and heavy as they fixed on Nina. The look made the air in the room heavier, and I saw her shift ever so slightly, as if that gaze pressed against her skin.

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.

I stomp my foot at the though of going through another set of crowd the second time in a day. "It's all your fault you know...if you had just listened to me this won't have...." "Yeah, yeah...you kept reminding me." I snort in reasons. "Ahh....there is already security waiting for you." He says and like he said a group of good ass looking, Asian guys in suit appears beside me. Oh well hello handsomes. "Thanks Neil you are surely the best." I gush with a smile. "Please refer to me as your manage. Please." Ion know why he prefers that. He is such a weird kid.

I finally reached the pedestal and stopped a few feet away, and I stared up at the tall professor who was waiting for me with a deep, permanent scowl carved into his aged face. The professor wore long black robes that dragged across the polished stone, and he held a digital scroll that projected a glowing blue list of names into the air between us. He looked me up and down with open disgust, and he pinched the bridge of his nose because my muddy boots were leaving filthy footprints across his pristine classroom floor. "I was informed that the Varric pack was sending a human charity case today, but I expected them to at least wash you before dumping you on my campus," the professor sighed, an

His shoulder brushed mine as he reached for one near my knee. Nearby students paused, whispering. Phones came out. The simple act of a professor helping a student shouldn’t have drawn attention, but with the way people had been gossiping lately, it did. My face burned with embarrassment. “Professor, you don’t have to….” “I’ve got it,” he said quietly, voice steady. He handed me the last page, our fingers brushing. That familiar spark shot up my arm. His jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his expression neutral. Professional. Always fighting to stay professional.

As the other students filed out, Nate slowly packed his bag, his stomach a knot of dread. He approached the professor’s desk, his stomach a tight knot of guilt. Professor Harding, a man who looked younger than his mid-thirties with an athletic build and a clean-shaven jaw, looked up from his notes. He had a modern, sharp style a dark, well-fitted blazer over a charcoal henley shirt. His expression, however, was uncharacteristically stern.

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”