Romans & histoires Nerd Professor

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.

Rage boiling off him like radioactive steam. But that wasn’t the worst part. No. Because right beside him—arms awkwardly at his sides, expression horrifically neutral, eyes darting like a deer caught in a very inappropriate headlights—stood... Mr. Cristiano Wright. My professor. In his dark slacks and half-buttoned shirt. His perfectly composed face trying to calculate whether he’d walked into an emotional intervention or a domestic warfare documentary. I could see it in his eyes. That exact moment when his soul quietly whispered: “I am a dignified professor afterall. Why the actual f**k am I here?”

I smiled at Kenji who was at his ends wit. “Don't even think about sleeping,” he glared at me. The man—Professor Neven Karlsson—reached the lectern and opened a folder. "Good morning," he said. That deep, smooth lilt made my skin feel prickly. "I am Professor Neven Karlsson. I’ve spent the morning reviewing the roster for this department. Let’s see who we have." He started calling names. He seemed detached, bored even, until he reached a specific line on the paper.

“Don’t let it hit you where the good lord split you.” Noelle and her friend giggled, blushing at his words. For a teacher, he was at least approachable and funny. Some teachers here were total Ben Stein or Professor Binns-level snore fests. “Sorry, Professor. I’m sure you have far more exciting things to do than listen to students talking about clubbing.” I teased. “Mhm. Now, about that door…” Professor McHottie gestured again.

he said leaving his hand on mine. I froze not wanting him to take his hands off. You would think this was the first time he was touching me from the way I wanted him on me like a kid who got contact with their crush for the first time. "I don't think I can see you being anything but a super smart, super hot nerd" I smiled up at him as he pulled away and walked back to plate my lunch. "Well I was pretty bad back then" he said sliding the plate too me. "I refuse to believe. You are the youngest professor in the history of this university. Everyone thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread and I've heard you teach you are such a good teacher you make everyone want to listen."

"Needy said as we walked toward the classroom. “Plus, the professor is very handsome.” I couldn’t think about anything but what had happened last night. Scott was the only thing on my mind. I looked down the hall and there he stood as if I’d conjured him with my thoughts. With horror, I realized he was wearing school colors and had a faculty badge. “Is your dad our new professor?” I blurted out. “Yeah! Isn’t that great?” Needy clapped her hands together. “He’s a big deal in the film world. He’s won a ton of international awards and stuff. He likes giving back to the school by teaching the film appreciation classes now and then.”

Everyone automatically nodded to Kiefer who's chilling in the desk and after a second he said goodbye to me and walk away. "H-hi?" I said when the girl in front of me keep staring me but she didn't respond and instead she rolled her eyes on me. I frown out of annoyance and rolled my eyes too. What a bitch. After a minutes the prof. came in and greeted us. He looked at me first and I don't know if I'm hallucinating but I saw his nails grow long but immediately he hides it from his pocket

Her voice sounded weak even to her own ears. They kept walking and the crowd pushed them forward. Juliet's mind raced. That one look from across the hallway left her breathless and aching. She pressed her thighs together as she walked, trying to ignore the warmth still spreading through her. More students passed and two guys in hoodies talked loudly. One said, "Did you hear about the new Literature professor? Knight, right?" The other laughed. "Yeah, people are saying he ruined his last university over a woman. Some student things. Got too close and everything blew up."

He says and I look back confused. "You know? How?" I ask like a little kid and he chuckles. "He texted me this morning asking about mates and how it works. Also, his mate, David Etcher, is a close friend of ours." He say. "Dr. Etcher is my doctor." I say and he hums, continuing with rubbing my butt. It is honestly one of the best feelings ever. "This is nice." He says. "What is?" I ask turning my head to see him.

“Sure. What do you need?” “I’m interested in Professor Elena Thompson’s lectures,” Ren said smoothly. “She gave a fascinating talk this morning, and I’d like to know if she’s teaching any upcoming seminars or classes that are open to visitors.” The man smiled, clearly pleased by the interest. “Professor Thompson does have a talent for captivating an audience,” he said. “She’s leading a seminar on comparative mythology next week. It’s a bit niche, but if you’re interested in folklore, it’s worth attending.”