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Tom Hiddleston-professor(1)

I just can't resist Tom Hiddleston apparently. I got the idea a few minutes ago and I was like, SHIT I have to do this right now. Happy late Halloween btw and I hope ur all listening to Christmas music

Broke college kid. A very well known phrase by any broke college kid, their parents, and their teachers. Along with the rest of society. Technically, if you're not using "daddies money" most, if not all, college kids are very broke. Including you. But at least you had a decent job.

You were scrambling to get to class one morning, a Monday of all days, and you were late. And the professor wasn't even supposed to be at school that day. She was too busy fucking her husband that she got knocked up and had to go on maternity leave for six weeks.

You wondered if you could go on maternity leave... but the thought left you as you hopped on your motorcycle. That's right. You and your badass self had been saving up for years to get a Harley Davidson. Your dad was jealous and always took it for a spin during the holidays. You sped off to school, praying that he hadn't started yet.

Once you arrived however, things were starting to look up. You saw your friend Lawrence standing outside. "Hey babe!" You smiled, taking your helmet off. (Safety first kids) "You're late." He said. "I know, I overslept." You sighed. "Was class cancelled?" You asked. "No actually, the sub professor just sent me to go get you." "Oh my god..." you pursed your lips. "So he's strict?" You said. "Extremely. Luckily he's not bad on the eyes." Lawrence said. "Gross. The last thing I need is a hot teacher." You grumbled as you walked in the building.

You and Lawrence made your way down the hall to the class, and peered inside before opening the door. You couldn't see the professor, whoever he was, but you could tell he was there because the room was dead silent. You heard chalk on a chalkboard, and glanced over.

"Nice of you to join us miss L/n. Thank you Lawrence." He said without turning back. "I'll be needing to see you after class." He turned around. Your jaw nearly fell on the floor when you saw him. Striking blue eyes, ginger brown stubble along his jaw, soft, kissable lips, and a curly golden mane of hair to top it off. Not to mention he was at least 6'2.

You followed Lawrence to the seat next to his, and pulled out your notebook. You watched as he talked to the class, frequently asking questions to some of them.

"Miss L/n." You straightened your posture, his blue gaze burning holes in your soul. "Can you name the greatest nineteenth century poets, both male and female?" He smirked. You stood, which was apparently protocol for him, and crossed your arms in defiance, making eye contact with him. "Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Robert Browning, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Gorge Eliot aka Mary Evans, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Walt Whitman... shall I go on?" You smirked. He stared at you with what could only be described as a 'how fucking dare you' look. You sat down, fist bumping Lawrence.

If there was one thing you were good at, it's memorizing stuff.

After class, you stuck around, popping a stick of gum and tapping your pencil on the desk. After the last student left, you got up. You sighed. "What's up?" You said. "First you are tardy to my class, second you give me sass when I asked you a simple question, and third, you're chewing gum." He said. "Oh come on. What is this? Elementary school? At least I showed up! Brandy Green wasn't here and you didn't even say anything. How's that fair?" You crossed your arms. "And I don't see how correctly answering a question is sass." You mumbled. "You're quite the defiant little one aren't you?" He leaned back on his desk. "You have no idea." "You don't like me do you?"

"No shit Sherlock." You rolled your eyes. "You bashed me for being ten minutes late for class, and even for answering a question correctly? I'm sorry Mr...." "Hiddleston." He said. You cleared your throat. In all honesty, Hiddleston was a pretty hot name... sounded weird to say though. "Well. If that's all you wanted." You flipped your hair and turned around.  "I didn't dismiss you." He said. "I don't care." You flipped him off and walked out of the room.

You walked out of the building, slightly embarrassed that you'd just flipped your substitute professor off. I mean, he was wrong though right? Professor Hiddleston did overreact a little bit, you did answer the question correctly. You just guessed Brits are very punctual. You felt your phone buzzing in your pocket, so you pulled it out and saw Lawrence was calling you.

"You'll never believe what I just did." You both said at the exact same time. "You first!" You laughed. "I got us in at the hottest club in town for tonight and you're coming!" He said. "Gonna be some hot girls there huh?" You smirked. "You know it! I heard some super important people are gonna be there tonight... not sure why.... but it'll be like fraternizing with the rich!" He said. "So what'd professor Hiddleston want?" Lawrence asked.

"You'll never believe it. He made me stay after class just to tell me that I'm sassy. And unruly. Jokes on him I left before he could say anything else. And, and I flipped him off." You smiled. "Y/n you flipped him off?" Lawrence shouted. "I know I know. I mean what do you expect?" You saw him walking out of the building. "Oh shit-I gotta go." You said quickly and hung up. You walked over to your motorcycle, hopped on, taking one last look at your professor before- 'oh my god he was looking at me!' You thought to yourself. You smiled, putting on your helmet and riding off.