Nerd Professor Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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.

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

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.

"Yeah, he said he ordered the videos to be taken down, but there are still some floating around and the teasing continues. Apparently, there's a professor who hates me and is stirring up all this trouble. Of course, since she's a highly respected and outstanding teacher, they don't believe me. That nasty witch is just jealous because Professor Paez doesn't want to hook up with her." "And he does with you?" Cecilia asked mischievously. Claudia started coughing and turned red with embarrassment. "Who is Professor Paez?" Jimena inquired, intrigued. "A stupid caveman, an outdated orangutan with no taste. A nerd, ugly and weird, rude and a beast," Claudia spat out as if she wanted to kill the poo

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.”

Professor Nathaniel Cross was a middle-aged man with slightly frizzy brown hair streaked with gray, sweater vests, and fancy little leather-bound books he said he used for ‘notes’ as he gave a presentation from them while our professor for the course manned a slide show. He was quirky, he was strange, he was absolutely fantastic, and knew what he was talking about. Was he in the know or was he just an enthusiast though? That was much harder to tell than you'd think when some people were obsessed with the idea of the supernatural. Halloween was more than enough to show that, but still. The professor spoke about things he’d have to have done his research on to get such an accurate conclusion,

People have sex, it’s not a big deal,’ ‘Keep telling yourself that,’ she mumbled inaudibly and I took that opportunity to drop the topic. I was peed-on-myself embarrassed when I stepped into Antiquity, a class by Professor Norton, and discovered that he had already started teaching. He appeared to be strict with an alcohol-pumped stomach, bulging eyes that were worsened by his magnifying glasses—I don’t think anyone has told him about that yet—and on first glance, or any other glance for that matter, you’d think he was wearing a fake mustache.

Hooking my arm around hers, we headed toward the lecture room together. “This is exactly why I hate coming to this class. He’s about to bore me to death,” she complained as we settled into our seats. “Relax, girl. We’ll be done in a jiffy,” I assured her while my gaze drifted toward the professor. He still looked young, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. He usually wore a white glass, giving the nerd kind of vibe. I still remembered the day we had sex. Everything happened in exchange for him helping me pass the course.