So, I've been reading a lot of Student/Teacher University AUs lately - Don't judge me - So, I made one and it's been turning in my head for a while now, so. I'm writing it whilst I write two different chapters for my other fanfics because I am incapable of being able to stick to one story now.
There are a few characters I own: Kieran Levy, Kate 'Scouser' Joyce, Archibald 'Eton Boy' McCall and George 'Geordie' Knight.
Chapter 1
Monday morning at 7 am, the screeching of his alarm sounded him to wake from the warm cocoon he found himself in under his thick blankets. The man let out a groan and fumbled with his phone to shut the damn thing up.
Bracing himself for the cold harsh reality of the outside world, he pulled the thick blanket off of himself, grabbed his towel and shower things and shuffled his way to the shared bathroom on the next floor. There were 8 people in the dorm including himself. One was a friend he had known for 3 years, another for 5 years. The dorm was essentially a shared house, known as The Astor house.
As he shuffled along the floor and up the stairs a voice cut through the calm air.
"Morning Archie!" A chipper female voice, australian.
The man now identified as Archie attempted to remember what this female's name is. Furrowing his brows, before he remembered. "Morning Belle!" He sent her a smile and leant against the bannister as he spoke to his new dorm friend.
"Excited for class?" Belle asked him. Archie remembered that she was an English Literature Major. Belle was of average height, brunette with princess curls that fell impossibly perfectly around her face. She was sweet and she didn't have a problem with anyone, she also didn't take shit from anyone either. A lowkey Badass if you will.
The whole dorm had gone out during the weekend to get to know each other and they had already become close-knit. Archie had found out that two of their dorm mates were dating and it was by sheer chance and luck they landed in the same dorm as each other.
"I'm trying to remind myself as to why on earth I picked a 9 am Monday start," Archie told her, chuckling when Belle scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Which class are you off to?" The Aussie asked him as she leant against her door frame in tartan PJ bottoms and an oversized College t-shirt on.
"Uh… Creative Writing with Professor Mills?" Archer attempted to tell her but it came out like more than a question than anything else. He had no idea and he regretted the few shots he had done the night before with the dorm.
Belle looked as if she were in thought for a moment before nodding. "Oh! Apparently, she's very strict. I heard that she once failed a whole class."
Archer rubbed his face with his hand. "Fuck. I have a feeling that she'll hate me." He heard Belle laugh and he shook his head. "Right! Belle! I need to shower, I smell like tequila and I highly doubt Professor Mills will let me into her classroom smelling like that."
"Of course! Want to get coffee with me and Ruby after class?"
"That would be great, thank you" Archie smiled genuinely at her and made his way to one of the two bathrooms they had.
Once he was showered and his teeth brushed he wandered back to his room on the first floor.
"Oi! Archie, want a Cuppa?" A voice caught his attention as he stood basically naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist.
He knew that voice, it was British, Newcastle to be specific. "Please Geordie, two sugars ta!" Archie called out and went to his room that was maybe eight steps max from the kitchen.
Archie quickly dried himself threw on new boxers, a pair of black ripped slim cut jeans, a white and blue vertical striped shirt with no collar and a pair of blue doc martens. Looking at himself in the mirror he checked out his outfit. His jaw was dusted with thick stubble well on its way to becoming a full-grown beard if you gave it a few more days. His face had possessed the strong structure of a man grown and his black wavy locks which slowly transformed into curly hair was slightly longer and his bright blue eyes stared back at him.
He grabbed his black leather laptop bag, pulled his gold MacBook into it - a collective gift from his family before he left - his charger for the laptop and his phone and his creative writing book along with his pencil case - just in case.
Archie zipped up the bag threw on his black wool military style long coat and shoved his phone, wallet and keys into his pockets. He patted himself as he made his way through a mental checklist and remembered his cigarettes, taking them from across the room on the window sill he put them in his pocket along with the lighter. He nodded to himself and walked out of his room, turning off the light and locking the door.
Archer went to the kitchen where he was greeted by Ruby, Scouser, Geordie and Belle.
Geordie passed him a cup and he grinned. "Cheers lad."
The man smiled and held his own cup of tea in cheers. He was taller than Archie by a few inches, he had thin rimmed black glasses on and light stubble dusting his jaw. He had short brown locks and his green eyes shone with amusement and life. Geordie was dressed in the ways most hipsters like him were, cream t-shirt, one of those beige cardigans that teachers wore more often than not and brown skinny jeans along with dark leather timberlands.
Scouser, although more commonly known as Kate was from Britain much like Geordie, he was also taller than Archie just by an inch. However, she was Liverpool. She normally wore glasses however she had opted for contacts today it had seemed. The girl had chubby cheeks that Archie and Geordie continuously picked on her about - in good fun of course.
Scouser was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, rolled up, black low top vans, a mustard coloured sweatshirt and was wearing a blue denim jacket for the reason 'It's not double denim if they're different colours, don't be a dick' or something of the sort.
Ruby of course was wearing clothes that only covered about 10% of her body - if that. She was wearing black converse, short red denim shorts that were more of a belt than anything, a white shirt which was actually a crop top and a red leather jacket. Her hair was long and brunette with streaks of red running through it.
Belle, on the other hand, was wearing a red and black dress which the top part looked more of a shirt. There was a thin black belt on her waist and this was matched with her coat and her flats.
Archie sipped his tea and leant against the table, letting out a sigh. "I'm so tired."
"Why am I alive?" Scouser asked the Liverpool accent present and to the untrained ear, sounded like some chick coughing up phlegm. Kate was a Sociology Major with a Political Science minor. She like Archie had a twisted sense of humour, the duo constantly joking about death. Archer also found that if someone else would use Kate's sense of humour it was irritating and more often than not an annoyance, but when Kate acted like so, it was funny and charming.
Archer shrugged. "Too much of a coward to kill yourself?"
Scouser snapped her fingers. "That was it!" She smirked and took a sip of her own tea. "What are you lot doing for first class anyway?"
"Creative Writing with Mills" Ruby perked up and took a draining sip of her coffee.
"Same here." Archer nodded. "Class buddies!" the duo high fived each other
Belle rolled her eyes at Archie and Ruby's interaction. "I've got English Lit with Nolan."
"I have some sort of music," Geordie told them, shrugging. Geordie hadn't selected a Major yet, so he had full flexibility to find a course he wanted to be on.
"And that leaves me with Politics with some guy, who even knows. Don't even care." Kate told them, waving her hand off.
Archie checked the time on his phone, 7:52 am. "Right, I'm off."
"Do you not want a lift?" Geordie asked him, furrowing his brows.
"Oh shit, you drive, bitch I call shotgun," Archer exclaimed, excited he didn't have to walk. He drained the last of his tea and put the mug in the sink and rinsed it.
Soon everyone was ready and all buckled in, Archie having taken the shotgun and pulled music rights. The shape of You by Ed Sheeran blew from the speakers followed by Closer by the Chainsmokers, Despacito and the last song was Runaway by Galantis.
Archie rolled down the window along with Geordie and Ruby, proceeded to smoke a cigarette. The cold crisp almost autumn air swirling around in the car. After a few minutes of Scouser and Belle, the cigarettes were finished and the windows rolled up.
Once the group had arrived at main entrance they split up, Ruby and Archer when to the room, and entered the room, finding seats at the back.
A woman looked up from the paper on her desk, she had short brown hair, almost black and from what Archer could make out were brown eyes. The woman was in a dark grey dress, with black blazer and heels. She had tanned skin and a curvy, goddess-like body and Archer was in a daze as he looked at her.
"Good morning, you two are rather early." The woman acknowledged, her voice was deep and sultry and oh so intoxicating. "Why don't you move to the front, I don't bite." A twitch of her lips, she was smirking.
Ruby turned to Archer and nodded and the duo picked up their things and moved to the front. They were twenty minutes early, having gone for another cigarette, grabbed the coffee and walked around a bit to get a feel for the building.
Slowly students began to pour into the lecture hall, finally, when the clock struck 9 am the woman stood up and smiled at the class.
"Good morning everyone, My name is Professor Mills. As everyone can see there's an index card on everyone's desk. What I'd like you to do is Write your name and your email address on it. I'll collect it after class." She looked around and saw people nodding. "What I want everyone to do now though is we'll go round the class, say your name, where you're from and two interesting facts about yourself."
There was some murmuring in the class and it quickly settled down with the pointed look of the Professor.
"I'll go first shall I?" The woman smiled and perched herself onto her desk, one leg crossed over the other and got herself comfortable. "My name is Regina Mills, I'm from a small town in Maine. I have two books published and I make a mean lasagna." The woman pointed at Archie. "You next, you can stand up if you want."
Archie ever the attention seeking whore did, in fact, stand up. "Hello, my name is Archibald McCall. You can call me Archer, Archie, Arch, whatever. As you can probably tell from my accent, I am not American." There were a few chuckles from around the room. "I am in fact from England, more specifically, Eton. It's basically a small village with a castle, were we send our royalty to school. We also like to pronounce our Ts a lot too." A few more chuckles arose, and with a glance at the Professor, he saw an amused smirk on her lips. "Like a stereotypical Brit, I like my tea - which I will proudly tell you I am the best at making it. What this also means however is, don't touch my tea, don't look at my tea and definitely don't breathe near my tea." More chuckles came from around the room. "My last fact about myself would be... " He hummed attempting to think of something. "I wouldn't say it was interesting, but I can sing." Archer finished and sat down, the next person stood up and told the class about themselves.
Soon introductions are over and Professor Mills goes through the basic introduction of the course. Everyone filled out the index card and handed it to the front desk for the smoking hot Professor.
"Right class, you have half an hour left. Your assignment is to create a short story, or maybe just a chapter or two amounting to five thousand works due in next lesson on…" She trails off to look at the timetable.
"Wednesday at 1 pm, Professor Mills." Archer offered helpfully.
The woman nodded and smiled at him. "Thank you, Mr McCall, Wednesday at 1 pm." She looks around the room, making her way back to the desk and looking over the index cards.
A few students stand up, leaving the lecture hall, Archer looked over to space next to him, Ruby was leaving.
Archer pulled out his MacBook and began typing away at the laptop becoming invested in getting a head start.
Professor Mills smirked as she took in Archer suddenly typing feverishly away at the MacBook. "It's good to see that some students are taking this course seriously." The woman spoke, causing Archer to look up from his MacBook.
The remaining students that had been lingering took this into consideration and began to write on a notepad or on a laptop, or more like write a sentence and stare at it looking for any kind of inspiration.