Teacher's Pet💋|| Hugh Jackman x reader

First Day

You open the wooden door to your english class for your freshman year and walk in, your backpack weighing down on your back. Of course you packed too much for the first day.

As other students bustle in and chatter, you find an empty seat. You sit and stare around the big room nervously. You notice how cold the room is. Rows of desks and chairs surrounded you but you chose a seat right in the front. You wonder if you should switch but decide it would be too embarrassing to get up now.

"Alex!" you hear a familiar voice exclaim.
You turn your head towards the voice and are met by your best friend Lacey. A relieved smile broke your face, glad to have a friend in a class.

"Lacey! I didn't know you had this class too."
You guys didn't really have time to compare schedules during the busy week of moving into the dorms and figuring the building out.

"Yeah, I'm glad you're in it," Lacey says, sitting beside you and placing her significantly smaller bag next to yours by your feet.

"Now i have someone to cheat off of," she jokes with a wink.
You chuckle and scoff, leaning back in your chair. This is good. Having a friend in class will make it much easier.

You hear a side door open with a loud creak, and look towards the man walking into the classroom. You assume he's the professor as he's wearing a dark suit, tie, and carrying a briefcase.

He seems rushed as he hurries to his desk, running a hand through his dark hair.

Your eyes follow him across the room, studying him. He looks like he's in his late 20's, early 30's, and tall with dark hair and eyes and an astonishingly handsome face. Your lips part slightly, watching him set out papers and packets from his briefcase. His eyes dart around the room, taking in his still chattering students.

Your eyes meet for a second and they seem to linger. You hold your breath, taken away by his appearance.

The professor smiles slightly and returns his eyes back to his desk, waiting for the bell to signal the beginning of class.

"Helloooooo?"

You turn, blinking. Lacey is waving her hand at your face, causing you to flinch.

"What?" you mumble. Lacey rolls her eyes.
"I asked what you're doing later today. I guess you were too busy drooling over our professor."

You elbow her, annoyed at her noticing. But you couldn't deny it- he was absolutely dreamy.

"Uhh I'm not sure, did you want to go out or something?" you respond, glancing back at the professor's desk.

"Maybe," Lacey responds, twirling a strand of her light brown hair.
Before you can respond, the loud bell rings through the room.

The professor stands, straightening his tie and walking out from behind his desk.

"Good morning, all. You can call my professor Jackson. Welcome to English Literature," he says with a wide smile. You immediately notice his Australian accent.
His face absolutely brightens when he smiles, you notice. You listen intently as he continues, going over what he teaches and expects of the class, etc. but you can barely focus on his words.

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As you leave the class, you take a glance back at professor Jackson, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. To your surprise, he's already watching you and your eyes meet as you walk out the door.

Blushing, you continue back to your dorm to wait for your next class. You can't get professor Jackson out of your mind as you ride the elevator up to your floor. You're barely listening to Lacey's rant about something random, too distracted by your curiosity of the man you just met.

You want to know more. To know him.