Tiktok Professor Cringe Novels & Stories

Professor Zane is ignoring me. "Okay sir. Thank you, Sir. Uhm, I just wanted to ask, uh, can I get an autograph? I am a huge fan!" Claire says, fussing with her hair, I notice she has her cleavage exposed and she is also pouting. Whatever she thinks she is doing, I am certain it is obvious to the class and I am not the only one who is resisting the urge to puke. This is her first lecture with the rest of the class and she is already establishing herself as a fucking weirdo.

He glanced at his watch with dread; it was time for his next class, and he was completely unprepared. The lecture he gave felt completely different from any he'd given in his years of teaching. His usually confident voice stammered, he fumbled through a simple question, and he ended the session fifteen minutes early, claiming a sudden illness that wasn't entirely fake. His students left with confused murmurs, sensing something was deeply wrong with their usually composed professor.

Every single head in the room whipped around. My cheeks instantly caught fire, burning a scorching, humiliated crimson. I slapped both hands over my mouth, my eyes wide with panic as the professor stopped writing on the board and turned around. "Miss Conway? Is everything alright?" the professor asked, blinking over his glasses. "I—I'm so sorry, Professor!" I blurted out, my voice squeaking with pure mortification. "I'm... I'm just having my cramps today! Terrible cramps!" Across the room, a couple of guys in the back row muffled snorts of laughter. Side comments rippled through the rows like wildfire.

I walk faster, then break into a run for the last stretch to the parking lot. Nora is already in the car, face pale. She shoves her phone at me the second I open the door. “Something bad happened.” I take it. The school forum post is already dense with comments. The headline sits in bold at the top: Professor–Student Relationship Exposed: Ravenscroft Faculty Member and Undergraduate Photographed in Multiple Intimate Settings Below it, the pictures load one after another.

I stay hidden, listening intently. “Miss Tico.” Professor Harlan’s voice is, of course, completely unmistakable. And he sounds entirely off-guard. I smirk to myself, hoping that he feels like seeing all my friends so unexpectedly feels akin to seeing ghosts coming to haunt him. “What are you doing here?” A tone of a man trying desperately to sound nonchalant. Professor Harlan is many things, but a good actor is not necessarily one of them.

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

"You look tired. That new professor is giving you trouble already?" Juliet froze for half a second, then forced a laugh. "No. He's fine. Just that he's... intense." "Intense how?" Lila asked, raising one eyebrow. Juliet slipped into the silver corset that barely covered anything. "He stared at me the whole lecture, asked me to stay after class. But othing big happened." Lila grinned. "Sounds like he likes what he sees. You should be careful because Professors can be trouble."

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

“So I have this frenemy, who is also a student of this school. He’s a nephew of the dean of faculty. He once told me he stumbled upon a contract in the dean’s laptop. It has something to do with you being approved into this school early on. The request was made by the associate professor. You don’t know how lucky you are, girl.” Wait. I thought my early acceptance was weird. But who the hell is this associate professor? “The professor, who is it?” I ask. “You don’t know?” Tory’s voice takes a higher pitch again. Gods, it’s screeching. “He’s a popular scholar in Rockland. Professor Adrian Cole. I thought you knew him.” My fingers still. Everywhere grows quiet. The world pauses again for the f

“Yep. And guess what? That means you’re about to be out of a job. My father doesn’t tolerate incompetence, and you’ve been a prime example.” Jenna’s lips curled into a sneer. “You’re nothing, Elara. Just a washed-up professor who couldn’t even keep her man. You should’ve known better than to stick around.” I felt the sting of their insults like physical blows, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. I glanced around, noticing that other students and faculty were beginning to gather, their curious eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. “Seriously?” I choked out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the humiliation. “This is how you want to do this?”