Professor Hollywood

Chapter 1: Professor

I know what you're thinking. I'm dumb for being ungrateful.

I have everything any man ever wanted, a good job, lots of girls falling head over heels for me and a model girlfriend. I'm just not happy about any of it. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. Being able to talk about literature, reading millions of pieces written by outstanding authors is a dream come true. I just hate that the only reason people take my class is because they think I'm the young hot professor who's close to the next top model Natalya White.

Everyone thinks they can get close to me or to Natalya through me, by attending my classes and running up to me whenever they see me around. At first, I thought it was flattering but after some years it's just becoming a downright nuisance. I'm beginning to wonder if I should just quit and move far away from everyone. However, I know it'll continue no matter where I go if I keep dating Natalya.

When we met, she wasn't a model, she was a receptionist at a law firm my dad worked at. We started talking and soon enough we were dating. It's after she got scouted for a modeling company that everything went to shit.

Natalya turned into a different person when she stared to get famous. You hear all over those celebrities get messed up when the fame goes to their head but that takes a couple years, this took a matter of days. Natalya wasn't the sweet receptionist I had met, she turned into a self-revolving sphere of ignorance.

The public already found out about us dating so even though I insist that we part ways she won't leave me. She says she wants to wait for the right moment for us to breakup, so it'll be a big deal. It's becoming a pain in my ass to stay with her.

"-essor! Professor!"

I snap back into reality when I see a young lady at the door to my office. I look down at my paperwork and gesture for her to step inside.

"Professor I was just wondering..."

Here it comes...

"I mean you're really close to the popular model Natalya..."

Is my only existence in this university to be a fucking runway to Natalya?!

I hold up my hand to stop her while my other is on my temples. I'm getting migraines every day from this shit.

"Look, I'm a professor not someone who can get anyone and everyone connections to Hollywood. Now would you please leave my office unless you have business about my class or assignments." My voice sounded low and gruff, I haven't been able to have a decent night sleep since finals are approaching and Natalya won't leave me alone.

I hear a huff of disappointment from the girl, loud stomping footsteps out of my office then the door of my classroom slamming making an echo. Some people can be so obnoxious. Just because I don't want people asking me for connections doesn't make me an ass.

I turn back to my paperwork and grade some mediocre essays that were turned in. Most of these kids don't even care about literature, they just take the class because their friends said the professor was "hot" and "dating a model." Most of them fail my class because they don't give a damn about their work.

I tilt back in my chair and look up at the ceiling, right as I do my phone rings. I can only imagine who it would be at this time of day.  Slowly sitting forward, I watch the phone on my desk ring and then shut off. It immediately starts ringing again and I put my head on my desk.

"Leave me the hell alone Natalya..." I sigh and reluctantly answer my cell.

"Hel-"

"WHAT THE FUCK! WHY DIDNT YOU ANSWER THE FIRST RING?!"

My eardrums ringed in disagreement with the loud voice over the phone.

"What do you want." I'm in no mood for her games, I just want to sleep for longer than an hour.

I hear her getting upset and throw something on the other side of the line. One of the many things I can't stand about her is that she's become such a child. If she doesn't get what she wants she throws a fit. I envy her manager; I can't imagine dealing with her shit almost 24/7.

"Why aren't you at home! I came all the way from London and you're not even home!" Natalya wined

Putting my pounding head on my desk I sigh deeply, "It's almost finals and I still need to prepare their final exam and essays. I can't work when you're at my apartment."

I hear an angry huff on the other line.
"Why not?!"

I hang up on her. I can't deal with her attitude right now, I have so much work to do. I shut off my phone and start to look over what I've taught my classes this semester.

"Why do I even try?" I ask myself, "they'll all fail anyway, no one gives a damn about my classes anymore." Resting my head down on my desk I listen to the clock tick away the minutes and lull me to sleep.

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I wake up in a daze and look at my computer clock.

"3:50?! SHIT!" I jolt and scramble to grab most of my things, as I stand up my knee hits my desk and I drop everything in pain.

"Why did I fall asleep I have to prepare a lesson for tomorrow..." I sigh as I lay on the floor of my office, forced to look at the ceiling.

I never did like my small office, but it was more home than my apartment was. The office was a square shape with bookcases on every wall except the one I had my desk up against. I had a few small chairs in the middle with a coffee table if any student needed to discuss something. My much-needed coffee maker was on a small counter on the side of my desk with a sink and microwave. I never really used the microwave because I would get so absorbed in my work that I almost always forgot to eat something. My desk was cluttered with piles of papers and books along with my laptop I used for basically everything. I don't even know what's in my drawers of my desk, probably more books and papers I've forgotten about.

I decide to sit up and look at the mess I've created. I start to pick up my papers, books, grab my briefcase and laptop I step out of my office. I lock the door and take a look at my classroom. It's about as boring as a collage classroom would be. There are steps going up with each row of desks so each student can see the board, projector for slideshows, a white board and a small podium. I walk out of the room and lock my classroom door. The school is abandoned, well that's obvious it's 4:00 am. I head out of the university and head "home."

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Getting out of my car and looking up at the rundown apartment building.

"Moving wouldn't be a bad idea." I sigh to myself and start the trek up the winding stairs to the 7th floor where my humble apartment sat.

Reaching my apartment I opened the door, I never bother to lock it, no one is dumb enough to steal from anyone in this part of the city. I walk in and see a bag and a pair of high heels by the door.

"She just fucking slept here of course." I slip off my shoes and put my materials on my kitchen table. I take out my laptop and start preparing my lesson for tomorrow, I guess it's today since it's 4:40 am. I spend about an hour or so in my laptop when I hear the floor creek from the hallway.

"Why didn't you come home earlier Alex?"
Her sleepy voice made her sound even more annoying than her regular voice. I don't even look up from my laptop and continue working. Natalya comes up behind me and raps her arms around my neck, I continue working even though it's obvious she wants attention.

"Can you let me go? I have to work." I groan as she rests her chin on my head.

"You shouldn't work when I'm here~"
She moves her hands to play with my hair.

Trying to ignore her the best I can, I finish my lesson and close my laptop. I shrug Natalya off of me and walk over and lay down on my couch. She stomps her foot in protest and goes back into my bedroom. I flip on the Tv for some background noise to keep me awake for the next few hours, however not sleeping for more than 10 hours this week takes a toll on me and I fall into a deep sleep.
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