(Y/b/f=your best friend)

Sum: it's the start of a new semester at University and you really wanted to take poetry, but you have to have history with it as well. A new professor is rumored to be joining the school and you hope it's a nice one, fortunately for you he's not what he seems.

Contains: small bullying, nervous but feisty reader, scary hot teacher,cussing, Hamilton musical reference.

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"Do you have your textbooks yet?" (Y/b/f) asked. You've been dormmates for about a year since you started going to university. You really love history and poetry so you decided to take an every day class but the professors names weren't on the website so you didn't quite know who the teacher was yet.

"I sure hope so. I've been excited for this history class since day one! I wonder what teacher I'll have."

"Word has it that it's gonna be some old man that used to work in some ghost show. Probably not even hot now" they say rolling their eyes as they laugh.

"Well lucky me I'm not going for the teacher, I'm going for the history as well as poetry" you stick your tongue out at (y/b/f) and run out of the dorm room towards the history building first. Not very many people are taking history this year or so you assume since you didn't see many students as you ran to class.

You finally get to class, your favorite shirt almost riding up your stomach and your favorite Jeans are falling off your rear.

Shit I forgot my belt!

That's okay just flash the teacher and they'll give you a freebie ;)

Shut up you nimrod!

"Excuse me?" A deep voice overcomes your inner thoughts.

Uh oh

You look up after catching your breath, you stare up at an older man wearing a black button up and dark grey jeans. His hair is spiked up and his blue eyes appeared like a clear ocean on a sunny day. He looked angry.

"Um, im sorry?" You ask clearly confused.

"You said 'shut up you nimrod' exactly who do you think you are to speak to me that way?" He replies as he folds his arms, showing off his muscles.

Drooling lady clean up on aisle damn!

Them panties be soaking!

Oh gosh shut up!

You must've said the last part of your argument with your inner self out loud again as you walked into the empty classroom. Your what you assume was your teacher is now angry at you thinking you're some nut job talking to herself or outbursts like a troublemaker. Crap.

"I'm so so sorry sir I wasn't talking to you" you try to explain but he wasn't buying it.

He walks slowly towards you, almost like Jason Vorheez when he's about to kill someone. You gulp whatever spit you must've forgotten to swallow as you wait to see what he's about to do. You hesitantly back up as he keeps walking forward, still slow as ever which makes you even more nervous. You back into his desk and dropped a ton of pencils all over which caused you to look away from the angry blue eyes to pick them up.

"Detention" you froze in place.

"W-what?" You thought you heard wrong but did he just give you detention on the first day back to school?

"I said miss.."

"(Last name)" you say as you stare at him with fear and anger in your eyes.

"Miss (L/n) you have detention, I would like to see you after school everyday for two weeks"

He can have me on his desk as punishment for being bad

Oh my gosh seriously??

Girl have you see his arms and thighs?? Whew baby

Oh jeez Jesus take the wheel! You sigh at your inner pervert but yet what she said was pretty funny and partly a true thought you had about the professor.

After not hearing a response or outburst from you, the professor leaned down on his knee to your level and lifted your chin so you are eye to eye with him. He smirks and you go wide eyed at the man wondering what he's up to.

"Bagans"

"What?"

"Professor Bagans, figured if you were going to be trouble you should atleast care to know my name."

Huh??? Why would I need to know his name if I was trouble? That makes so damn sense....Did he just say I was trouble!?

Maybe for you to scream at night-..

Shut up!

"Professor, does this mean you're the history teacher?"

"Mhm, welcome to hell." He smirks as he writes you a detention slip and hands it to you. It started tomorrow and you two stared at eachother in silence only you were glaring and he was smirking still.

Class had started and everyone started coming in so you headed to find a seat. You ended up sitting in the back so you didn't have to deal with 'Professor Bagans' and his smug ego. His class was intriguing to you and his passion for Hamilton as well as his history made you really listen to every piece as he spoke for the day. The time for class was over so you got up quick to head for your dorm to slip into your comfy sweats and eat your favorite ice cream while watching some comedy shows to lift your spirits. Not noticing the cocky 6'1 tall dark and handsome stranger watching as you leave.

"Sooo how was history class geek?"

"Awful at first, turns out I got a heartless one and he even gave me detention on the first day!" You sigh as you eat some more of your ice cream.

"Was he hot?" You roll your eyes at (y/f/n) but remembered his features again making you blush.

"Not the point! He's still a jerk" you grumble.

"But a hot one right? My professor is so funny and bald but adorable his name is Professor Goodwin"

"Atleast yours is nice.. mine is just.."

"Hmm?" He/she smirks at you.

"He is amazing when he talks about history but with people he's so distant and cold, it's infuriating. I just hope my poetry teacher tomorrow will be nicer" you sigh as you dig into your ice cream.

The next day you head to the building next to the one you went to yesterday. You had your poetry class at 10 in the morning to 12 in the afternoon. You wanted to dress classy today so you decided to wear a black button up dress with patterns of skulls and roses on it, your hair let down along with your backpack on ready for the new day.

"Why hello there miss troublemaker, taking poetry as well?"

You froze at the doorway as you stare into the same blue eyes you saw yesterday. Same cocky smirk on his face as if he caught you stealing from him and he now had you 'red handed'.

—'You got me helpless'—

—'Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit'—

"Stalking me much?" You cross your arms over your chest, causing your chest to bust more but goes noticed by your professor.

"In your dreams trouble. Now take your seat and I'll see you in detention" he then goes back to reading Vegas weekly. You walk up to the farthest seat away from him and silently work whilst he stares at you with annoyance and interest.

Students start filling up the seats, Professor Bagans talks of Alexander Hamilton and the Reynolds pamphlet along of his wife Eliza. You loved the story of Alexander and Eliza, their love story sounded romantic in the songs up until the point where he cheated on her.

Such a dick to cheat! Why do they cheat like haven't they heard of going to their wife if they wanna get some? Or how about this ladies and gentlemen....drum roll please....you tell her you don't love her anymore and divorce/breakup and THEN you sleep with someone else. Like honestly it shouldn't be this hard even back then. Ugh! This is why I got no guy.

Hun I may be you but atleast let your inner pervert out and then we shall see our little innocent in action. 😏

"Man Professor Bagans is so gorgeous!" You hear the class skank snicker to her side skank.

"I know! Boy I would love to be a ghost and haunt his home"

"Why so you can be his nightmare?" You mumble. But the girls heard you and now you were in fight or flight mode.

Should I apologize?

Hell no dude they are talking about your man

He isn't my man

Not yet he's not 😏

"Uh I don't think that pile of chicken fat should be talking as if he would have eyes for you" you rolled your eyes and waved them off and class continues. But they suddenly decided once class was over to dump literal pieces of their chicken from the university's cafeteria on your body. Leaving you to smell like honey bbq chicken/teriyaki.

"Next time you want to call us a stupid name like that, I would suggest you learn your place" skank one smirks thinking she's won but you got her back.

"Oh really? Gosh I didn't think you ever learned yours either. Considering you jump from one seat to the next, I'd think you'd be such a heathen as to not remember where your own place is." You wipe some of the chicken off your face and lick it clean as you walked away. Proud and tall at your comeback, your stranger leaning against his doorway certainly seemed to take notice of you as well.