Professor Membrane Novels & Stories

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

Ava Sterling couldn't breathe. Not because the classroom was warm — the AC was humming softly. Not because the students were loud — they were stunned silent. But because he was standing ten feet in front of her. Dr. William Reid. Same cutting jawline. Same intense eyes. Same smug, unreadable expression. Only now he wasn’t some random man in a dark club. He was her professor. Ava sank lower in her seat, heart hammering against her ribs. Camille nudged her under the desk.

I didn’t want to imagine it. But then I remembered his face. The Professor’s face. When he had his hands around Daniel’s neck, the veins on his forehead pulsing, his eyes wild and red. That wasn’t the same calm man who taught us. That wasn’t the Professor I thought I knew. I hugged myself. “No… he can’t be that person,” I whispered, though even I didn’t believe it. The air in my room felt heavy. “I need fresh air… gosh,” I muttered under my breath, feeling the walls squeeze tighter around me.

"You'll both be working closely with the department of economics. The lecturers and students, if possible." I wiped my hands on my jeans as they'd turned clammy with sweat. The whole thing felt so surreal to me. It all of a sudden felt like I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders. "Professor Deric will fill you in on the rest and I'd like to release you so you both can go about your day." He pushed the glasses up on his note and picked up the book he was looking at earlier. Seeing that as my cue to leave, I stood up on shaky legs.

"We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things." He turned to the large screen behind him and pressed a few buttons on the keyboard before placing his hands on the desk in front of him, eyes flitting across the screen and the projector on the other end. The professor began explaining the outline for the course and what we should expect for the semester, as he droned on about why we shouldn't slack off of any research given to us Jason leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Do you think it's illegal to ogle your professor's ass?"

he rumbled. "Good morning, Professor Jerome," they chanted in a ghostly unison. Jerome walked to the heavy oak door. Click. He turned the key, locking them away from the rest of the school. He moved to the windows, pulling the thick, black blinds down one by one. The room fell into a deep, artificial midnight. For the students, it changed nothing, but for Jerome, it turned the classroom into his private theater. He walked over to the audio system and pressed play. A recording of a dry, boring lecture on cellular division filled the room. "Listen closely," he commanded. "I expect a full report on the tactile differences of cell membranes by the end of the hour.”

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!