#professorrickman

By: WritingItUp

Chapter 1

"Why in the world are we taking this class?" Kat asked.

"Because I heard that the new Professor is very good-looking," I smiled.

She rolled her eyes, "Is that the only reason you are taking this class?"

I shook my head, "I'm taking it because I need it to graduate. This is our third semester and we should've already taken this class. Just think you'll be able to stare at a very good looking professor." I opened the door to the classroom and bumped into a large figure. I fell to the ground and my bag dropped, emptying it. "Who's good-looking?" I looked up to see a tall average-built man very good looking man staring down at me.

"The Professor that teaches biology," Kat blurted.

"I hear he is too," he smiled, "better get to class," he said while sticking his hand out to help me up. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me to my feet. "Thank you," I dusted off my dress.

"Don't mention it," he handed me my bag and walked past us.

Kat smiled at me and we made our way to the second row of seats. We both sat down and I crossed my legs over one another. "I wonder what he looks like," I smiled.

"Did you not look at his photo before you signed us up?" Kat asked.

"No," I paused, "he didn't have a picture."

The doors flew open and the man that I bumped into walked past me. He walked to the front of the room. "Good morning, students," he paused and looked at me and Kat, "my name is Professor Alan Rickman," he smiled.

My heart skipped a beat. He heard us say that he is good-looking. "Dude," Kat nudged me.

I giggled, "Yes? Miss?" He walked in front of me and smiled. "Did you have something you needed to say?"

I shook my head, no.

"Use your words, Miss?" He asked again.

"Jasmine Evans," I was shaking my leg uncontrollably.

"Mrs. Or Miss?" He asked.

"Miss," I said while holding up my left hand and indicating I had no ring on.

He nodded and entwined his fingers.

No ring.

I smiled.

"What made you decide to take my class?" He smirked at the question.

"Um," I paused, he already knew why I was taking the class, but I didn't need to admit that to the rest of my peers, "I need this class for my degree."

He nodded, "I suggest you should pay attention to me when I am talking instead of giggling with your friend," he said gesturing to Kat, "got it?" He spat.

"Yes, professor," I scooted down in my chair a little, almost embarrassed.

He nodded and walked away, "This class is a whole year," he paused, "if you do not like it then you can leave now. I do not want any funny business in my classroom. If you do I will ask you to leave," he looked at me and winked, "unless I want the silly business."

Why in the world is he looking at me like that and winking?

"I know it is old school but I would like to know more about you," he paused, "all."

He sat on his desk and faced all of us, "I would like this paper to be at least 2 pages long."

The class groaned, "double spaced," he paused, "oh stop complaining your lucky I'm not making you write a paper 10-page paper about cell structure," he wrapped his hand around his thighs. Damn, stop looking stop looking. They weren't kidding when they said he was handsome and not married? He should've been snatched up by now. "And I will be having you take a quiz," he chuckled, "right now," he said while standing up from his desk and grabbing a stack of papers. He made his way around the room and passed them from front to back. He got in front of me and slightly grazed my hand. I felt sparks fly through my spine. I looked up at him and smiled. He gave me a quick smile and went back to scolding everyone. Why does this man make me feel this way? He's such a douche.

I set the paper on the desk and opened up the paperwork. I gulped at the sight of how many questions there were. From evolution to distribution of living organisms. "Just know that I could go harder on you," he paused, "my class last year had to write a 10-page paper every week."

I would die from writing a paper every week. I would much rather run naked around the university for the rest of my life. I laughed, I would never do that. But with me being a little bit curvy it wouldn't look as good as a skinny girl.

"Something funny Miss. Evans?" Looking up to see Professor Rickman squatting down in front of me.

"No, Professor," I smiled, "just thinking."

"Think quieter," he huffed.

I nodded.

He came around me and whispered in my ear, "use your words."

My ovaries are going to explode.

He chuckled and walked back to his desk. I went back to my quiz and couldn't focus.

"Class dismissed," Professor Rickman said. I looked up to find that Kat was poking me. "Time to go," she was smiling.

"I didn't finish," I whispered.

"What?" She sounded surprised, I was never behind.

A throat cleared and we both turned to see Professor Rickman staring at us. "You may go Miss. Lambert," he made his way over to where I was sitting, "Miss. Evans will be right out." I looked over at Kat who was looking puzzled about why I was staying back. Kat grabbed her bag and went out the door. "Why didn't you finish?" He looked at my paper which didn't have much on it, "do you need me to help you finish?"

I coughed, hoping to suppress my thoughts. Did he mean to say it that way? "Sorry, sir," I paused.

"Don't call me sir," he said, "It's Professor or Professor Rickman."

I nodded, "I was just distracted."

"By what exactly?" He grabbed one of the chairs and sat down. Pelvis towards me and had the back of the chair by his pelvis. He nodded, "is it because the biology teacher is handsome?" A smirk played on his face. He knew what he was doing. I started to blush as red as a tomato. "You are cute when you blush," he smiles and stands up, he walks towards me and leans down. "I have another class coming," he paused, "take the quiz home and bring it back next class," he tapped his finger on the desk and turned on his heel.

"Yes, Professor," I said while picking up my things and getting ready to go. "Don't think too much about me Miss. Evans," he was looking at his paperwork on the desk, "I know I am handsome but your work is more important," and with that, I was out of there.

I opened the door and was surprised to see Kat still standing outside the door. Waiting almost impatiently. "Why did he keep you after class?"

"He just let me know I can do the quiz at home and bring it back next class," I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed the keys out of my bag.

"I thought he was going to bring up what happened before class," she giggled and we made our way to the car.

"He didn't bring any of that up," I lied, "thank god."

"What would you have done if he brought it up?" she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "it probably makes his ego go sky high so I probably would've just played along."

She shook her head, "Do you work this weekend?"

"You know I do," i paused, "I have to work, my parents done pay for my schooling."

She rolled her eyes, "I know."

"I work double this weekend," I frowned.

"Really?"