The Professor 소설 & 이야기

“You know it’s not drugs but you didn’t speak out. You just let them embarrassed me and now you’re following me around? Geez, leave me alone!” He didn’t let her utter a word. He fastened his steps towards his classroom. He has a lot of things going on his mind and that nerd is making him more frustrated. “Mr. Calazar, you are early for tomorrow.” Mr. Pasyaw said to his professor is in his mid 40’s. He is one of the most strict professors on campus. Laughs echoed in the room. “And it looks like someone will lose his job today, Sir.” He smirked.

That must be her dominant side. The door opened, revealing our Professor. He was not what I expected. His thin lips, long hair tied in a band, hard eyes, chiseled jaw, thick muscles, and a scar directly beneath his left eyebrow. He was jaggedly handsome, but I couldn't help but think of a certain man with raven hair when I looked at him. A smile played on my lips as I thought about my mate Alpha Lorenzo. Just then the Professor blew his whistle, “Gather around everyone let’s get to work,” his voice boomed which had everyone moving quickly. I scrambled to the front to get a good look at him and hear what he had to say.

I could tell she wasn't done with the propaganda, but I didn't expect her to go extreme like she did in the next few minutes. Like an antelope on its heels, the professor skidded to a halt in front of the class, with a sweat covered forehead. His regulated breathing helped him to calm down faster. “ Hello, everyone, how many of you have seen the photos of two of our professors at the gala?” he finished in a breath. Everyone's hands raised in response. “ Great! So, what is the first thought that came to your heads when you saw it?” The girl from earlier pointed at Lisa, who frowned in response. “ She spoke of divorce, but I thought they were just so cute to see

“It’s just dinner. With your professor. Who you’ve already slept with. Totally normal.” I nearly tripped on my way out the door.

neutral. Safe. For a second, I wonder what pack he belongs to. Then I remember I don't care. He doesn't look up when I stop at the empty seat beside him. "This seat free?" I ask cautiously. "Was." His tone isn't rude, just factual. Like he's narrating the weather. I guess that's close enough to a yes. The professor starts talking about choreography as emotional expression, or something else that sounds really deep but mostly just makes my brain hurt this early.

Nikolai “Bloody no fucking way.” I frowned, anger bubbling through me. “I’m not fucking participating in any fucking tutorial program.” Professor Keller flinched. Actually flinched. The man was in his late fifties, balding, wire frame glasses sliding down his nose. His office smelled like old books and cheap coffee. Diplomas framed neatly behind him. Awards. Certificates. All useless. He cleared his throat. “Mr. Carrington, this isn’t optional.”

That was a feeling I hadn't felt in a very long time. "I see. I think you'll be great at it." He said smiling at me. I looked at him. How could he tell? "What about you?" I asked. "I'm not a student. I'm actually here to replace one of the psychology professors who's retiring at the end of the semester. I was asked to come and observe the last couple of weeks of his classes and get a feel for the school. I start this summer though." A professor? He didn't look old enough to be a teacher. Then again looks can be deceiving.

"P-Professor?!—" "My relationship with you is that I am a professor and your relationship with me is that you are a student. It's not just a couple you can say that they have a relationship. Even with a friend. A relationship is how you are connected two or more. What is my connection with you? I am your professor. What is your connection to me? You are my student. And that's the relationship we have. " He interrupted what I was going to say and I was amazed. Where does he get what he says? Aish! What else should I expect? He is forty years old. He has different beliefs about the relationship because he has grown old without even being married! "Are you done my STUDENT? You know, your PROFES

I don’t think I have a good grip on my anger with what’s been happening lately. Once the professor came in, more students have already trickled into the room and the introductions flowed smoothly. The professor was a he, most likely in his mid 40s. He had greying hair, a pair of spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, connected to thin chain connected to it that trailed around the back of his neck. After dropping what little things he brought into the class onto the desk reserved for him, he took out a board marker and started writing down what I assumed is his name, “Prof. Walter”

I smirked back. “Damn, quite feisty huh?" “Say that to my nature.” I gave him a lopsided grin to which he gave me his own. Soon the chatter died down as the Professor came in. His powerful strides taking him towards the podium. “Our Professor for the year?” Stephano whispered. I nodded. “That’s one sexy thing in the room.” He seductively spoke while pucking out his lips, his eyes zeroing on his rigid posture. “True that.” I dreamily sighed.