Shawn Croix
I sigh loudly as I walked through the halls of the university. Becoming a teacher was the easy part, actually teaching is the hard part.
It's not like I was trying to dissuade them from liking me, I don't want to be seen as the scary professor who can't smile!
It just came out wrong, that's probably what my mother said when she saw me for the first time.
I'm a psychology professor god dammit! I have to make a better first impression than that!
I mean, I know it's already the middle of the semester, but that's not my fault! They hired me late, I applied first thing in the first week of June, and mind you I was one of my university's finest.
All I've to do is warm up to them, I need to show them that I'm not a cold-blooded monster, maybe pass all of their tests?
That would make me look desperate for their approval though.
Shaking my head, I scan the halls around me, looking for a certain classroom.
I'm supposed to meet with Professor Amon Strauss. He's the part of the Literature Department, for some odd reason the head of our department sent me to bring him some papers, after school hours no less!
Look at me, a university graduate, treated like a run of the mill errand boy.
Is he so busy that he needs someone to fetch his stuff?
Sure I've heard of him before, one of the best professors and an overall down-to-earth person, but I know, I know he's a prick.
And why did it have to be me? Do they just pick on me because I'm new? That'd be absurd, we're not in high school, this is college!
Am I just no one? Am I just the same as all these people?
Am I a...
A plebeian?
Now I feel like a piece of shit and pissed. I grumble loudly as I stride through the halls, taking glances at each classroom door, looking for his stupid name.
Where the hell is his stupid classroom?!
This is unbecoming of someone like me, being treated like a bitch.
"I'll show him." I grumble aloud.
The nerve of some people, he's probably really ugly, that's why they sent me to give him the stupid papers, to show me that I'll never be as good as them!
I'm frustrated, I want to tear these papers right here and now, but I can't, if I do I'm no different than these common folk.
God fuc~
"Ahh!" And I even get interrupted by some thing screaming in pleasure, the nerve of some people.
Excuse my virgin ass, what?
What the hell is happening in this school?
Surely the students know well enough that having... elicit relations in campus is forbidden! They have dorms for that.
Then it has to be that. A student and a teacher... having immoral relations in a classroom.
But then again why would that concern me? I'm new here! If anything it's that vile Strauss's responsibility.
I'm Shawn Croix god dammit! I'm not a pussy!
Shaking away my thoughts, I reluctantly stride to where the sound came from, my heart is beating loudly, ready to burst out from adrenaline, what am I about to find there?
I take a deep breath as I got to the entrance of the classroom and peer in.
It was one of the other professors sitting by their desk looking out to the window... nothing out of place there.
Obviously, why would it not be?
Then what was that scream I heard? It has to have come from this classroom, right? It's the only one open and I'm pretty sure the door would've muffled the sound if it came from a closed classroom.
Am I going crazy? Maybe I just dreamt that up? I didn't have my morning coffee today actually, that's probably it.
Sighing, I try to regain my composure and open my mouth to call out to the man, "Si~!"
"P-Professor, I-I don't think we should be doing this." A person interrupts me.
I almost scream, but I stop myself and jump to the side to not get noticed.
"You and I both know you want this, Mira." Says a smooth, and weirdly soothing voice.
My eyes widen, realising what that meant. They were really doing that in there. This is... unbecoming of people to do.
My fight or flight instincts kick in and I instantly find myself running silently away from the scene.
Why was he saying that to someone! Another teacher, maybe? That's unlikely, I memorised every teacher's name in this university, there's no one with that name that I know of. A lover? That's even worse! Did he think it'd be fun to have some teacher-student role play? But that's ridiculous, only teachers, students, and special guests can enter the campus.
Unless.. no.. can't be.. surely not, right?
Maybe it was student?
And.. and..
They're just talking.
That what all this is, right?
They can't be doing that in there... right?
Right?
I get my answer in the form of a shriek—
"Y-YESH!"
That most definitely did not sound like a conversation you'd have with a student.
What am I supposed to do in this situation?
Fuck.
Well I can't just walk away from this.. this.. thing!
I just need to calm down, calm down. I close my eyes and remember~
"I'm gonna count to ten, and when I reach ten I'll feel better. 1, 2, 3– it's okay, nothing bad is going to happen. 4, 5, 6– I matter, and what they say don't. 7, 8, 9– I'm different, and that's okay. And ten, I'm okay, I'm okay." My father taught me that when I was young, it helps my nerves.
(I remember seeing this somewhere, and I really love this, credit to the person who came up with this, because it def wasn't me, but I tend to use this as a coping mechanism too, you guys can tell me if you know who did, 'cause I'll credit them)
Okay.. now what do I need to do?
I don't want to go in there and yell, "Aha!" like some loon, I'm way too dignified for that.
In these circumstances, the best solution is to make myself known, if they know that someone's nearby then they'll stop immediately.
Gathering up the little composure I have left and shutting my eyes tightly, I take heavy steps in the room's direction, making sure each of them are audible enough that they'd hear them.
I hear shuffling and curses being thrown around and after a few moments it's just silence this time, when I get close, I close my eyes to shield myself from whatever they were doing.
I somehow made it to the doorway and open my eyes to see a man/teacher who looks calm and collected while the other person is looking to the side with a faint blush on their cheek.
The man is sat on a wooden chair, leaning lazily on his mahogany desk, his auburn hair is disheveled, a faint hint of stubble growing on his chin, but thankfully no moustache, his eyes are closed, so can't see his eye colour, and he wears a button up blue shirt that's complimented by his plain black pants.
The other has a tight ponytail, though some strands if their hair stick out, making them look unprofessional, they sport a casual outfit— a white shirt with the word "Dororo" written in plain black font, and ill-fitting jeans that looks a bit too big for them, they're slender and looks about 18.
After standing there for a good 2 minutes, looking like a moron just staring back and forth between the two of them, I cough loudly to catch their attention.
Almost instantly, both of their gazes meet mine, and my eyes meet the man's, and I couldn't help but let my eyes linger a little longer than I would've wanted too, his eyes are a bluish-grey colour.
I snap myself from my little trance and regain my composure, and open my mouth.
"Yes, good afternoon professor. Might I ask where I can find Professor Strauss?" It comes out as a whisper.
The man's eyes light up once I say that guy's name, please don't tell me.. no.
"Oho! You've come to the right place, I'm him— Professor Amon Strauss, but you can just call me Amon."
I gawk at him in disbelief and glance at the nameplate on the door... it appears that he is not lying.
My confused expression quickly turned sour, and my blood boiled.
You mean to tell me, that this man, this handsome molester of a man, is that Amon Strauss?
I glare at him bitterly and he smiles back, "And who might you be?" I should've known that this sick pervert is Amon Strauss.
Just look at his disgustingly alluring eyes, and his warm voice!
Despicable!
I walk up to Straws and place the papers on his desk and hold out my hand to shake his hand, out of mere respect for his seniority as a teacher.
"I'm the new psychology professor, Shawn Croix. You may address me as Mr. Croix, anything other than that I will consider an act of sexual harassment." I state bluntly with my arm sill outstretched towards him.
He looks taken aback for a moment, only for a moment and takes my hand, causing a tingling sensation run through me, his hand is soft yet calloused, and he shakes it carefully.
I quickly withdraw my hand and glare at him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than to flounce around with a student." And with those words, I turn around and walk out of the room.
I scrunch up my nose and don't look back, I'll make sure that was the first and last time I talk to that man, that disgusting man.
Amon S.
I watched him walk out of my classroom and I couldn't help but smile. His features are so wonderful, taut pale skin, sharp blue eyes, and a slender figure.
Professor Shawn Croix.
"What the hell was that about?" Mira says, clearly upset that we got interrupted.
"It appears we were caught."
"Well no shit, Sherlock."
I groan exasperatedly and roll my eyes, "How am I supposed to answer? You said it'd be fine to do it in here."
She clicks her tongue and bends her head low. "Are you pissed?"
She doesn't answer me, so I walk to her and place my hand on her shoulder.
Surely, she's not that upset.. right?
"Mira?" I say slowly.
It's almost inaudible, but she says "I think.."
I think? What?
She raises her head to reveal... a smile.
"I think we just found you a new love interest!"
Excuse my bi ass what?
"Come on Uncle! He was totally into you."
"I told you to never call me uncle, it makes me feel old. And, he was clearly trying to run away from me, because he thought I was molesting a student."
She bats her eyelashes with faux innocence, "But you were so rough with me professor."
"Oh shut up, I told you it was a bad idea to do that here." I say pointedly.
"Well sorry, professor, but I'm not the one asking my niece to bring gay porn to school." She says in a mocking tone.
"It doesn't make you sound any more mature than you are when you call it 'gay porn', what's so wrong about saying 'Yarichin Bitch Club'?"
"It sounds like a gay club gone wrong!" She protests.
I roll my eyes and say, "Say what you will, but it was your suggestion to watch 'Sensitive Pornography', so I think we know who's to blame in this situation."
(Don't look that title up, it has a cute story, but it's pretty... uh.. nsfw.)
"I think that ruined your chances with professor stick-up-his-ass from earlier." Mira laughs as if it was the most fun she's had all day.
I breathe heavily as I watch her laugh carelessly.
Our relationship as uncle and niece is definitely not normal, hell she's only a few years younger than me, and it's not as if we had a quid pro quo relationship where she brings me erotica for grades, the kid's a fast learner, she's smart enough.
But what she said is bothering me, "a new love interest"... I'd be lying if I said he wasn't good eye candy, not that I was staring.
Professor Shawn Croix.
You're gonna make my year more interesting.