Professor Merrythought Novels & Stories

"W-Why?" I stuttered. I have swallowed the rice even though I haven't chewed it much yet. I think I'm gonna get choked. She smirked. "He's our professor in Algebra.” I was dumbfounded. He really is a professor. I couldn't understand why I felt nervous and scared. Did I really think he would go to school to study again? Fuck, I just want to transfer to another school. My gut is telling me that I should stay away from Rajiv. I feel like something bad is going to happen whenever we bump into each other.

“You’re both ridiculous.” Clara leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, the professors practically worship you, right? Dr. Martins said you solved that diagnosis faster than anyone in his ten years of teaching.” Heat crept up my neck. “He did not.” “Oh, he did,” Mike confirmed. “I heard him talking about you in the lounge. Said you’ve got a mind sharper than most wolves he’s met.”

"These lectures are killing me! I can't keep up with the assignments, and our professor is being a total hardass." I smiled, feeling a pang of nostalgia for our carefree college days. "Which professor is it this time?" I asked, trying to sound cheerful despite my own struggles. "Professor Thompson! He's got it out for us, I swear. And to make matters worse, I have a paper due next week, and I haven't even started researching yet." I commiserated with Mary, listening as she vented about her academic woes. Roberto's eyes never left mine, but his expression softened slightly, as if he understood my need for connection with my friend.

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

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!

Then the server came to take our order. Professor Reed barely looked at the menu before ordering the roasted squash tart, black pepper pasta, lemon-butter trout, and blood orange panna cotta. My fingers stopped against my water glass. I had mentioned all of those. Two months ago, when my thesis had nearly driven me insane, I sent my anonymous boyfriend a screenshot of this faculty club’s seasonal menu. If I survive this thesis, I’m coming here for the trout and that blood orange dessert. He replied almost immediately. Noted. When we meet, I’ll take you there.

EVELYN’S POV Staring at the half filled room with students on one side and the others already on their way to the Sterling home, I read out the topic for the day, passing an attendance slip to Elroy who sat in the front row. I let his fingers graze my wrist, avoiding his eyes and staring only at the paper. “Since you all have given more thought to your studies, you’ve earned your merits” I announced with a strict expression on my face They didn’t respond with happiness, I mean who would. If I weren’t a Profressor, seeing Adrian Hale in real life would be one of the best things too.

What’s the point? Before I can spiral further, the door swings open and the room falls silent. Dean Whitmore strides in, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. Beside her stands a man I’ve never seen before. "Everyone, listen up," the dean says, her voice sharp. "Professor Langley was in a car accident last night. He’s stable, but he’ll need time to recover." A murmur ripples through the class. Jessica gasps, clutching her chest like this is a tragedy meant just for her. Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern.

Really stupid jerk! I took five chalks from the box and approached him. He held out his hand and I angrily laid the chalk on his palm. "Thank you Mam!" he said with a smile and left again. Why ... Why is he jolly now? How long has John been in heaven? He has been my professor for years! He never treated us like his new students. He was really laughing while we were. Pure recitation, when not answered automatically five. "Mam, you and Sir are fine" said one of my female students.

Just that same calm, unreadable expression, like he already knew I was here. Like he had expected this. And then he set his briefcase down, turned to face the class, and spoke. "Welcome to Advanced Software Security. I'm Professor Earl Sherwood." Oh. My. God. My breath caught in my throat. No. No, no, no, no. No way. There was no way I had spent the night pouring my soul out to my professor. And there was definitely no way I had spent half of it thinking about how good he smelled.