New Professor X Novels & Stories

Justin asked. "That is enough, that's not a nice way to welcome our new students. I know we have three scholarship student and another student who is not on scholarship." The teacher said, removing his glasses. He was a young man with full beards and a short wavy hair. "New students, please introduce yourselves and tell us a little about yourself." "I am Xander Andrews. A straight A student. A web designer, I am extraordinarily creative and competitive. I hate stupid people, and people who think too highly of themselves."

I turned my gaze to Wenna and gave her a deadly look. While Rajiv just laughed next to me who also heard what Wenna said. "Char, it's just a joke!" Wenna chuckled and burst out laughing. I was a little relieved. Some people look at our students. Some of them look at me badly, others are curious. Maybe they are wondering why the new professor at this university is at the same table.

I punctuate each word with a sharp poke to the chest. “I don’t know what you are talking about!” he starts to panic. "Yes, I remember you from three weeks ago but what are the odds that some hook-up from Sacramento would also be here in Santa Cruz?" he is starting to hyperventilate as he struggles to explain himself. “I had no idea you’d be my professor when I signed up for classes. How could I, I didn't even know your name?" I can smell the truth in his words. If he were lying, I'd taste it in his fear.

The sprawling campus seemed overwhelming, its tall, stately buildings buzzing with students hurrying off to their classes. It was a new beginning, yet her mind was preoccupied with one thing. Noah. He wasn’t just Noah here. He was Professor Alabaster. She couldn’t let anyone know about the secret they shared, the dangerous line they walked. She swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her bag, willing herself to focus on something other than the magnetic pull of her forbidden relationship. She was a college student now, and today, she would meet new people, sit through her first lectures, and blend in as if her life wasn’t a tangled web of desire and deception.

His words seem heavier than Cillian’s, and I want to stop and cry, but my phone beeps at once, showing an email from my new professor. “Get me the list of students attending this class, and I hope to see you all in an hour.” This reminds me that there is no time for a twenty-year-old unfuckable nerd like me to cry. I pause for a while in the hallway of the hotel to send a reply, but as soon as my eyes catch his display profile, I feel the floor beneath me being snatched from my legs. “It can’t be,” I murmur…

I exhale slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed. Everything feels… real now. Too real. The dress. The family. The apartment. Him. I lie back, staring at the ceiling. This isn’t my space. This isn’t my life. But in a week, it will be. A few minutes later, Xavier returns with a T-shirt and joggers. “So you can wear this tonight,” he says, handing them over. “And we’ll get you new clothes tomorrow. Or we can go to the store now if you want.”

My body was still humming with unfinished hunger. “Alright, everyone, settle down,” the homeroom teacher, Mrs. Fran, called out. “We have a new professor joining us today. A man of strict discipline and high moral standards. He’ll be taking over Anatomy for the rest of the term. Please give a warm welcome to Professor Jayden Cross.” The door opened. My breath caught. It was him.

Lila’s POV I spun around quickly to see Professor Xander standing over me with a deep frown. He was shirtless and he was now wearing a pair of jeans as opposed to the combat pants he wore before his shower. He had beads of water still dripping down his neck and across his tattooed torso. I still held onto his notebook, but my eyes never left his. “I asked you a question,” he said through his teeth. “Can I help you with something?” “Uh…” I stammered lamely. “No…”

The class was silent, waiting for him to speak. "Good afternoon. This is psychology twenty-two hundred, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Theodore Ashford. Dr. Ashford is also fine, " His modulated, deep voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease. "Now, I know half the class is here to just pass. The other half are actually up for the challenge." The sound of uneasy students shifting in their seats filled the air. Isa saw a glimmer of a smirk appear on the professor's face in response to the discomfort.

“I didn’t teach you to mess up.” “I am innocent. I didn’t mess up. You’re here to talk to the professor. It seems to me you’re the one he needs, not me,” he said to Xurden, and he stepped away from the professor’s cubicle. He didn’t get far when Xurden stopped him behind his clothes. “Wait,” he said, so Yric didn’t step forward. Xurden turned his attention to the professor. “What else do you need?” His question had emphasis.