Loving Him (Student/Teacher)

01

Today is my first day of uni and I'm ecstatic! Finally graduating four torment years of high school I finally made it to college, and couldn't be any happier. Making my way to uni in my car music blasting from the speakers. I ponder on what uni would be like. Would there be snobby students like high school? Are the professors going to be nice?

I parked my car in the parking lot, getting out with some text books in hand, and one side of my book bag hanging from my shoulders. A crowd of students started to fill the uni, I look around observing them. It was nothing like high school. Everyone was laughing, joking with each other, and having a good time. I felt a smile creeping up to my lips in satisfaction; already loving it.

I made my way to my first class shoving some books in my book bag my hand was hurting from carrying them.

Economics.

I hurried it up to class not wanting to be late on my first day. I enter the medium size classroom and sat on the back not wanting to be bothered by the professor. Alumni started filling in the classroom, the professor behind them. He went up to his desk setting his brief case on the rolly chair.

"Okay class," he started writing on the board. "My name is professor McCall your economics teacher." He set the chalk down and turned around to face us. He grabbed some papers that were on his desk and handed it to students to send it around.

"So," he clasped his hands together smiling brightly at us. He's got too much excitement in him enough to last him the whole day."Would anyone like to start introducing themselves?" And that's how my day went. The professors introduced themselves, taught the lesson, crack some jokes in between and they also gave out homework. I found out I have an exam for economics and literature next Tuesday. That's just lovely. Not.

My last class of the day was psychology and I'm a little excited for that. Especially because my major is in the medicine field, I would have to learn a lot about that. I sat in the middle chairs and took out my text book. A lot of students started to approach, they sat quietly in their chairs and we waited for the teacher to arrive. He was 10 minutes late. What a great way to make a first impression on us.

The professor bursted in, settling inside to start the class. His back was facing me and I couldn't help notice his well defined broad shoulders. My eyes trailed down to his defined butt, and damn he has a nice one. "Sorry I'm late, traffic is a thing in California." He broke me out of my trance and started writing on the board.

I wonder what his face looks like? As if my prayer had been answered he turned around, and a little gasp escaped my mouth. He was beautiful. He's the detention of a greek god. His black hair fell above his thick eyebrows. He's dark cold blue eyes; like the ocean, he's eyes are so blue I couldn't help but stare at him. I have no shame. Trailing down to his chiseled hallowed cheekbones and his beautiful pink plumped lips turn into a smirk. He caught me staring at him, well damn!

My checks started to heat up and I looked away from him. I noticed all the girls were starting at him as well, trying to get his attention by showing a little bit of cleavage. I rolled my eyes at their antics and started doodling on my notebook. He sat down on the desk table, and I couldn't help stare at the way his muscles flexed while talking. His dark blue button down shirt clung to him, showing off his muscular chest; from the looks of it you can tell he goes to the gym showing his yummy 6 pack and V line.

He walked towards me with a sinister smile. He bent down a little bit to meet me forehead level. "I've notice from the short period of time I've been here, you've been a little distracted," his minty breath fanning across my lips. " I don't tolerate kids," he put emphasis on 'kids' while giving me a hard cold look. I held back a flinch not wanting to show him he affected me. "Who doesn't pay attention. My class is not to be played with." He glared at me, slamming his hand on my table. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I sunk down in my seat not wanting to disrespect him, and fail this class. Not on my first semester.

"I'm professor Ryder. As you can see I don't tolerate shenanigans. So I expect a lot from you guys." He finish speaking giving me one last hard look.

When he turned around I glared at his back. What is wrong with him?! This is his first day and he already started to act like a butt head! One of the girls in class, raised her hand looking really desperate for his attention. Thirsty bish. "Yes?" He raised an eyebrow at her waiting for her question.

"Are you single?" She took a piece of her blonde hair in her finger twirling it. She looks so desperate doing that.

"No I am not. I'm engaged soon to be married." He gave her a flat look and she smiled disappointed. It's not like she had a chance with him anyways, I rolled my eyes at her and continue reading from my text book.

"Class dismissed." He waved his hand and pointed a finger at me. "Expect you."  What could he possibly want? I didn't do anything.

I gathered my things and met him up in the front.

"Yes?"

He walked towards me in a predatory way, and I couldn't help but feel nervous. He stopped right in front of me bending down a little, getting too close to my face.

"Next time I catch you looking at me,  I will have to punish you," He gave me a sadastic smile, his dark blue eyes boring into my hazel ones. I backed up a little bit hitting my hips with his desk. I groaned in pain bending down, massaging my sides. Only I would get hit by a desk just backing away, it's all he's fault! Why the fudge was getting so close anyways?!

"Are you okay?" He asked worry filled in his eyes. I glared up at him. "Does it look like I'm okay?" Getting up from my position storming out the classroom. Watch your back professor Ryder, I'm coming for you.

So what y'all think??