Lessons From the Professor

Taken from the Teach Me Collection

Excerpt:

Professor Rogan glared at Dina as he handed her paper back. Dina’s cheeks flushed as she glanced down. She sighed heavily when she saw that she got a “D.” She was failing this class and her parents would kill her. There was a note at the top of the paper that said, “See me after class!”

Great. So now, not only were her parents going to kill her, her professor would yell at her. Professor Rogan was strict and basically the guy was a jerk. While some professors insisted you call them by their first name, and wore a t-shirt and jeans to class, Rogan was just the opposite.

He expected students to address him properly, and he wore a suit and tie to class. Every single day. He never joked or talked with his students. He had a serious stick up his ass.

Dina waited in her seat while the whole class filed out. After the classroom was empty, Professor Rogan looked up from his paperwork, stared at Dina, and crooked his finger at her to approach his desk. She gathered her things and slowly walked up to his desk. Professor Rogan asked, “You realize you’re failing my class, right?”

She nodded.

Then he asked, “What do you propose we do about that?” She shrugged her shoulders. What was she supposed to say? She just wanted to get by with a C?

“My parents will kill me if I fail this class,” she whimpered.

Professor Rogan muttered, “I imagine they would.”

“I’ll do anything to pass this class,” Dina begged, “and I mean anything!”

Professor Rogan crooked an eyebrow at her. “Anything?” he asked. The way he looked at her when he said that made her squirm. He was twice her age, but still an incredibly good-looking man.

All the girls always had a crush on him. She really couldn’t be sure he was proposing any kind of sex, she just knew he was looking at her with a smoldering stare. Then he asked her what she was doing for spring break next week.

“Oh, me and my friends are going to Mexico to party.”

He shook his head and said, “No you’re not. Not if you want to pass this class.” Then he scribbled an address on a yellow sticky note and handed it to Dina.

She glanced down at the crisp hand writing and read “Angel Beach cabin #27 Monday evening 5 PM.”
“You want me to meet you here?” Dina asked.

Professor Rogan looked up at her like she was an idiot and said, “If you want to pass this class.”
Dina stood there staring at the note.

Professor Rogan cleared his throat and said, “You can go now.”

Dina turned around reluctantly and shuffled out the door. So, there it was. To pass the class, she would have to spend Spring Break with her Professor and who knows what he would expect of her. She was pretty sure it didn’t include physics tutoring. Her pulse raced at the thought of what he might want her to do. It made her nervous and excited at the same time. But she needed to pass this class!