One Shots Book

Professor Trouble • Chris Evans

Professor!Chris x Student!Reader

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ITS TIMEEEEEE, I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY BUT...ENJOY 🤤

Sipping on your iced coffee, you make your way to your next class of the day.

The dining hall was packed as you walk by it, it was a little after noon so your fellow peers were probably grabbing their lunch.

College students—a sad story really, they're hungry and broke all the time.

Settling into the medium sized lecture hall, you take your seat as you've done since September.

It's weird how they expect you to just go from having an assigned number and desk in elementary school to just fending for yourself in college.

Pretty unorganized if someone were to ask you.

Because when another random college kid steals your seat. You can't just tell on them to the teacher—college professors could care less if you even show up or not.

They get paid regardless.

Your Tuesday and Thursday classes are your least favorite days this semester because those days you have a course called, Economics 301.

Where for some reason you're the only girl.

"Good Morning, sweetheart. Is that for me? Aw you sweet thing you didn't have to."

Shooting a fake smile in Anthony's direction, you stop in your tracks on your way to your seat. The boys here are always picking on you, which is how you see their flirting since it was annoying.

Again...being the only girl in this male dominated class was hard. And it was only the second week of the semester so you needed to push through.

"Please shut up before I pour it on you."

There's still whispers and side conversations as you enter but you ignore them. And take the time to get your materials out including your colored pens.

The only highlight of this class is that you love to take notes and make them look cute.

Even though there was nothing cute about economics. Nothing at all.

Suddenly the seat next to you starts to shift, and in slides your ex boyfriend, Johnny. President of his Fraternity.

"Heard you've been having some trouble in here," he smashes his backpack on the table. Speaking louder than normal to scare all these boys in here.

Shaking your head you do your best to avoid eye contact with those dangerous green eyes, "I don't need you to save me, Johnny. I can defend myself."

He chuckles, reaching over to squeeze your cheek. "I know you can. Doesn't mean you have to do it alone."

Whacking his hand away, he looks around intimidating all the guys in your class. And sure enough they were finally opening up their books and minding their business instead of tormenting you.

"This is my girl, and if anyone has a problem with that. You can let me know personally. Does anyone have a problem with that?"

Johnny announces, he's been president since he was a sophomore. Which he takes extremely serious.

"Oh please. Did you go and say the same in Brianna's class?"

Your question falls onto deaf ears, the guys in your class all shake their heads at Johnny. Respecting and obeying him.