Dear Professor

Apparences can be deceiving

-----Okay so this the first chapter of my first story, always liked to write but never published! This has been edited but there are surely some errors (if you see one don't be afraid to tell me:) ). This will be a rather long story because it's a very slow burn but there will definitely be smut coming in handy. Anyway, I wish you a good reading!😊 ----

 -4th of September, I went back to uni after a not so relaxing holiday, in fact, I had spent most of my summer fighting with my family and dealing with problems of my own. I was stressed, so stressed that I chose to walk instead of taking my usual bus. Music was blasting in my ears, deep hard rock, I know we could think rock would excite people but it did the complete opposite for me, indeed that seemed to be the only thing that could soothe my nerves.

After a long walk I finally got there a good fifteen minutes in advance, the weather was cool but there was a cold wind, one that gave me goosebumps and bit softly at my skin. Normally this would have annoyed me and made me curse myself out for not taking a jacket, but no, at this moment it was ... comforting. I stayed on my own for a while until Harper Williams met me, nobody else than my best friend, i took off my earphones and relaxed at the simple sight of her, i knew that we were in the same class (apart from our specialities) and to be honest that was THE thing that made me feel comfortable.

After a long time, and ten minutes late the uni opened and we all gathered by class in the hallway waiting for our teacher to get us the classroom and get our time schedule. My teacher finally came and we got in room A108, I hated that room, it was really tiny and didn't have enough seats to welcome a whole class. That damn school had never had any organisation anyway, so that wasn't a huge surprise. We had to listen to the teacher go through all the rules even if that was literally our third year in that school, my patience was reaching its limits when he finally started giving us the time schedule.

It was good overall, I did have tough mondays but nothing I couldn't manage, my courses were well repartied and there weren't harsh subjects in the mornings. I started going through all my teachers and everything was good, there were some new ones but the ones I knew were good and I liked them, until I came upon a specific name, one I knew and wished to never see again: Mr Downey. That teacher or as I liked to call him "that douche" has been my English teacher the previous year and I hated him. He was an egotistical bastard who only focused on the succeeding ones and who was only good at discouraging and criticising every student no matter how they tried. Honestly nobody liked him. He had spent the whole year ignoring me, and the only times he didn't it was only to drag me down or to say I wasn't trying hard enough, yeah i truly hated him and the only thought of spending a whole new year with him was upsetting me more than you could ever imagine.

Harper saw it and instantly made fun of me and teased me, almost strangled her that day, kidding, well sort of.

Wanna know the irony of it ? I actually had a video call with him at the very beginning of uni just for him to briefly give us a presentation of his subject, and to be honest I really liked how he talked and how he managed to get everyone to be interested in what he was saying, he really seemed passionated by his job and I really thought he was a good teacher, and that would be great to have him, might've as well thought that he was cute, and i even somewhat sexy, well that was until I met him.

One week later I officially began school and guess what was my first period ? Yup that was nothing else than english with no one else than Mr. Robert Downey in person. I wasn't motivated to go, so I wandered around in the corridors before class and when the bell rang i was at the complete opposite from where the course was taking place i groaned and sped walked to the class, it was on the second floor, corridor M, room 201. I got there and saw almost everyone was already in and of course they had taken the places in the back leaving me to take one of the only places left in the front, almost right in front of his desk. I was already annoyed and preparing myself to endure a long and very boring class when he entered. As always, he was wearing a dress shirt coupled with some jeans and his famous brown leather shoes, and oh this bag, the same he always carried with him, yep nothing had changed, not even a tad.