Nerd Professor Novels & Stories

"You don't have to be nervous around me. I know college can be intimidating. But that's what professors are here for. To help, guide, and mold minds." "I'm sorry. I'm not used to asking for help. It's just so embarrassing. And I feel so stupid. In high school, I knew all the answers and now I'm completely lost." I stop myself before I start rambling. I can be a bit much when I let my mouth run. "That's fine. Have a seat. Help yourself to my Keurig. I have all kinds of flavors. Close the door and let's get started." Professor Oakley takes a sip of his coffee and finally looks at me as I help myself to the Keurig.

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

Melissa’s Point Of View. “The professor is here.” Freya whispered to Chloe and me, as we stretched in the training hall. My heart skipped a beat as she said those words and I stood to my full height to watch him walk into the class. He was putting on his training clothes and very white sneakers that glittered on the floor. On his wrist was a gold wristwatch that I surprisingly couldn’t peel my eyes off no matter how hard I tried. Professor Zach walked through the aisle of the hall, nodding his head to the greetings of the other students and also smiling at them. I scoffed silently in my mind, wondering why he seemed to know how to smile to others, but frowned anytime he talked to me.

His features were delicate, but he was not someone who cared about his appearance and never took care of himself, so he looked a bit disheveled. Upon closer look, his eyes were as bright and sharp as a falcon. Leroy was a young genius professor at Harvard who came here for research, so he had a part-time position at this university. At a glance, no one would know his identity. He sat casually in a relaxed posture with his legs crossed and a frivolous smile on his face. “As I told you before, you’re my last student. I don’t have the energy to train others anymore.” Nicole took out an exquisite little box from her bag.

"Why should I help you? What’s in it for me?" "Aside from the fact that it'll be the best sixty seconds of your pathetic life? Nothing." I reached out, my fingers trembling as I grabbed the rough fabric of his hoodie. "Just shut up and let me get this over with." "You look like you're about to vomit," he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous vibration. "Is the Ice Queen actually scared of a nerd?" "I’m disgusted, Elias. There’s a difference." "Then show me," he challenged. "Show me how much you hate it."

Daffodil felt a warmth enter her body at the friendly expression of the man. She waited for him to walk over. “Hello. Would you like some help? We’re yet to get someone to take over responsibility of the library. I’m Professor Theodore.” Daffodil blinked and fumbled with the sleeve of her shirt, hoping her Dream Acorn stayed hidden. He didn’t show any traces of Half-Myth up close except his scent and Daffodil wondered if she was confusing herself. The professor’s gaze shifted down to her fumbling hands and then back to her face.

I muttered and his brows creased for a second as he looked like he was fighting with himself. “You can't back out once I lose myself.” He said, and I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I forced that haziness out of my head and nodded. Then he descended the stairs slowly until he was right in front of him. Kent, the golden professor of the campus. Everyone wanted him. The most renowned professor even though I've been hearing rumors about him getting terrifying these days. I didn't understand what was going on even as he approached me but I felt my knees weaken as he stared at me.

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

"How about you let me finish first?" "Fine, we're listening." "If you ask me on a deeper level, I'll say it's fun having to give A's by getting some pretty cute naive nerd's ass. I mean, the geeky ones give the best fucks. You need it to invigorate your thinking on life." They all laugh. "Says the philosophy professor. Sometimes, I wonder how you ever made it this far." "I wonder too. But I wonder more about how Mr used to be a brainless jock ended up having two women married to him."

Arman replied through his gritted teeth. "Aaaooo, Arman let me go. You are hurting me." Neha cried in pain. "What's going on here? You again, how many times do I have to tell you that you are not allowed in the students area of this University, unless you are or were or will be a student." Professor Ali said angrily. Professor Riaz Ali was Neha's English professor and he had known her since she was born. Professor Ali was a cousin of Samad and Arshad. Their fathers were siblings. He had always looked after Neha because he knew that Neha's fiance is not a good man.