"Oh my god, (y/n). It should be illegal to have a professor as attractive as Professor Hiddleston. I don't think any of us can focus in his class." My cousin and best friend Rose said taking a moment to sip her coffee.
"Really? Is he a good professor at least?" I questioned not looking up from the paper I was writing.
"Yes, he is a genius when it comes to Shakespeare, and well everything else." She trailed off in thought.
I chuckled at her behavior. Rose is a freshmen this semester, and well I'm way past that. Actually I have already graduated from college, but I have recently decided to go back and get my masters. It just so happens I attend the same college as Rose. I'm 26 and Rose is almost 19. Despite our age difference, we were very close. In fact she was staying at my apartment, so she wouldn't waste her money on those ridiculous dorms.
"That is good I suppose. Now why were you telling me about him again?" I asked finally closing my laptop.
"I don't know, I just needed to tell someone about his hotness. I would be all over him if he wasn't eleven years older than me."
I rolled my eyes at her, "You know better than to get involved with a professor, Rose." I scolded her causing her to sigh loudly.
"I know, (y/n). Anyway he is totally your type." I knew she was going to say this.
"No Rose, I'm a student here too. Even if I don't have him as one of my professors, I'm sure there is some sort of code of ethics for that." To be honest, I had never even heard about this Professor Hiddleston until this semester. I hardly believed he was as attractive as Rose claimed him to be.
She held her hands up, "Alright alright. I'm just trying to help you out in the dating department."
"I don't need help from my nineteen year old cousin."
"Oh harsh." She didn't seem too offended by that statement, which was good.
"Don't you have a paper you should be doing?" I questioned pointing down to her closed laptop.
"Right. I do. It just so happens to be for Professor Hiddleston's class. Unfortunately I don't quite grasp what he wants us to write about, so I scheduled a meeting with him. I need to meet him in," she trailed off looking down at her phone, "Twenty minutes. Would you come with me?"
"Why do you need me to go with you?"
"For moral support. Also to make sure I don't say anything stupid. I can never think straight when I talk to Professor Hiddleston."
I sighed, "Alright I will go with you."
She smiled victoriously, "Great, let's get going."
****
Twenty minutes later we stood in front of the famous Professor Hiddleston's office door. I didn't know what to expect, so I just stood behind Rose and motioned for her to knock. She sighed but knocked anyway. Not even a second later the door opened to reveal the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. He was really tall, over six feet no doubt. He had golden blonde hair. There was just the slightest bit of stubble on his face. He was a god.
"Good after noon, Ms. Parker." He greeted Rose with a kind smile.
Oh my god, he had a British accent. Could he get any more attractive? Now I'm starting to sound like Rose.
"Hello Professor Hiddleston." Rose said while I stayed quiet. Professor Hiddleston's eyes wandered over to me, and he looked me over.
"Come in. Both of you." He motioned for us to enter his office. I was momentarily frozen, until Rose grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the office behind her.
