Rate My Professor-NC-17
Author: angryzen
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Bonnie/Shane
Characters: Bonnie Bennett, Professor Shane, Caroline Forbes, Elena Gilbert.
Summary: College preparedness includes meeting your professor before the first day of class. A visit to Whitmore leads to Bonnie's first teacher evaluation, Caroline's turn as a mentor, and Elena's first blood high.
Timeline: The tweets take place between 4.01 and 4.03.
A/N: *Shane's Twitter handle is a shoutout to two friends who call him Professor Shady. SShane=Shady Shane :).
***
Part 1 of 3
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
Trip 2 Whitmore? #maybe #whitmorecollege
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
Okay. Definite trip 2 Whitmore. #changeofscenery #whitmorecollege
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
There’s a new prof teachin’ Intro to Occult Studies for anthro :(. He betta b gud. #bigshoes2fill #whitmorecollege
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
Sigh. Maybe a trip’s a bad idea.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch I hear he’s pretty good. #whitmorecollege
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane I hope so. Wuldn't want the quality to tank after all these yrs.
Her eyes narrowed to slits, the rest of her face completely unimpressed, Bonnie published the tweet. She didn't know this man. She had looked at his Twitter profile and saw it was indeed the same Shane who had taken over her grandmother's classes. After sending the message, she went back to the school website and read his write-up. She had initially just looked at his picture plus the subject he was teaching and grimaced disapprovingly, in solidarity with her grams.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch You seem very invested. Investment is good. Investment means passion and discussion and commitment. Alumni?
Bonnie saw his tweet when she picked up her phone from the kitchen counter. She shifted her weight onto her right foot when she finished reading it. Did he just diss her? Was that sarcasm? He had to know from her picture that she was nowhere near being an alumni. She looked at the sultry girl in the icon at that moment. The girl posing on the empty football field of Mystic Falls high school looked nothing like her. The girl giving the camera her good side was fresh-faced; she looked all of her sixteen years; she looked like school was just another haven; she looked as if no problem she could have could be too much. Because the girl in the picture could never suffer by herself. Elena had taken that picture, Bonnie remembered. The girl in the picture also had her father, her grandmother, Caroline, and Matt.
Bonnie stared at the picture until the image annoyed her. She needed to change it. She had nothing in common with it anymore.
Something else she decided to do was use standard spelling, especially if she was going to continue speaking to this professor. She was applying to Whitmore, after all.
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane No. Legacy, actually. And future student. Who knows that the right degrees and fancy travels doesn't mean that someone actually knows how to teach.
It was a criticism she had heard her grandmother make about her colleagues plenty of times. Bonnie dropped her phone back on the counter, silently daring him to answer.
***
Shane read the reply ten minutes before he had to leave his office for the lecture hall. He drew out a surprised, "Wow," and chuckled, officially amused. This conversation might have merit after all. He hoped she wouldn't lose her cool and start raging, however. He knew Twitter was one of the places where etiquette went to die.
He had looked at her profile and had recognized the girl from the couple of pictures Sheila used to keep in her office.
Shane replied and hoped her next response wouldn't kill his burgeoning interest in the conversation.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch I couldn't agree more. Like you, I am invested in this subject. I am passionate and committed to what I'm teaching, so I swear the class is in good hands. Any interest in anthropology or occult studies?
***
Bonnie hummed in consideration when she read his message. Maybe her grams' class was in good hands after all. He didn't come off as stiff; he hadn't stomped off, figuratively speaking, because of her comment.
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane Actually, I was considering philosophy, specifically ethics? I think it'd be interesting.
She needed to change her profile picture.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch Why ethics? #futurelawstudent?
For the first time since she'd made the worst gamble of her life and lost her grandmother again, Bonnie sat up on the couch. She muted the television so she could think.
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane #nolaw. I think it's interesting. I think about it a lot, kind of. Things are different, not black and white, so I think it would be great to study the different schools of thought and their history.
She worried her lips.
***
Bonnie's preferred field of study made Shane wonder if she was anything like her grandmother. He had a hard time believing she wanted to study philosophy for the hell of it, or even because she was passionate about it. He read and reread her tweet as if her inner thoughts would reveal themselves if he read each word just one more time.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch That's interesting. We have a great philosophy department. I say make the trip to Whitmore and sit in on a class, see what we've got waiting for you.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch I've always known I was going to be an anthropologist. Always knew I was going to throw myself into the occult, so I can't miss an opportunity to promote our program :).
***
Before he produced tweet after tweet about the merits of anthropology and the occult, however, he tweeted her a link to the philosophy department's website and the requirements for the major, which made Bonnie smile.
***
Bonnie stood in front of her large bathroom mirror and considered her face, trying hard to find traces of the girl in the picture. All she saw were bags under dull green eyes. Her cheeks hung in a way they did not in that picture. She had just washed her face, but she didn't feel like she was freshened up. She put on make-up, kept it simple, and then endeavored to take a picture that she liked.
She discarded numerous pictures, feeling positive that one could see all of her truths in those banal eyes. She smiled in a couple of the pictures, but rolled her eyes at all of them. When she grinned, she produced frightening images. She sighed and swatted away a sudden need to cry. She was pretty; she knew that. Once upon a time, there wasn't a picture she could take that she did not like. Caroline had named her the vainest member of the group and Elena had agreed with a surly undertone. Now she was spending fifteen minutes trying to take one good picture.
She huffed in frustration, her eyes watering. "Okay. Next one is the last one."
She deleted it.
She decided to put her hair up in a regular ponytail, making sure every last tendril was tucked away. She closed her eyes and breathed as if she was preparing for a spell, ignoring how ridiculous that was. She raised the hand with the phone, camera ready. She opened her eyes, gave it one second, and clicked the shutter icon.
Upon examination of the picture, she recognized the girl in the other picture. She looked almost as young in the current picture. Just an inured version of the old one. She was more somber. It wasn't until she clicked on the picture to upload it that she noticed the tiny upward tilt of her lips. An attempt at a smile. It was the closest she could get at the moment.
***
The more she spoke to Shane, the more she looked at his picture, the one on the school website since his profile picture consisted of a bike leaning against a skinny tree. It got to the point where she pulled up the website every time she got a tweet from him. He was better than cute. He was hot.
***
Shane started to look forward to her tweets. He started to keep his phone in his pocket during lecture so that he could feel it buzz whenever she tweeted, so that he would know if he had something to look forward to the next time he checked his phone.
***
It came up that he used to be Sheila's teaching assistant. It came up that Sheila was her grandmother. He talked about how much he'd admired Sheila, how she'd been tough but fair and had successfully upheld his interest in the occult.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch I'd never had a professor like her. We all miss her. I try very much to teach my class like she taught hers. With a lot of my style, of course.
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane Thank you:). And I think I am going to take that trip to Whitmore. I'm ready for that change of scenery.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch Great! And if you have the time, you should definitely sit in on the intro to occult studies lecture. Just saying :).
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane I think I will. Location?
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch Phyllis Hall. Room 122. Tuesdays and Thursdays 2-3:15. #seeyousoon
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane I know that hall:).
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
Trip to Whitmore on Thursday!!!!!
Thursday was two days away, and she was excited. It felt good.
***
Constant doses of Shane had her asking questions. What kind of person takes a good employee picture? His looks came across in his photo, and that wasn't normal, as far as she was concerned. As great as her pictures used to be, ID pictures were always her downfall. She was human. But Shane wasn't, she'd decided. She had stopped herself from Googling him, but on this night, in the dark of her room, she looked at his picture while lying in bed. Why not indulge? No one could see her.
Was he a good kisser? She stared at his mouth and let her imagination take over.
What did he sound like? Did he have a nice back? Oh God, how tall was he? How old was he?
She laughed at herself.
“He’s probably married. Or has a girlfriend. Or has a girlfriend who died in a freak....walking accident, and he never got over her, and he’s still in love with her, and buries himself in his work to numb the pain.”
She laughed longer. She didn’t spend her day thinking about spells and her grandmother and grimoires and the rut that she was in anymore. This was more fun.
Having successfully numbed her excitement about the hot professor by thinking about his dead girlfriend, she let out her distaste on a sigh, exited the webpage, and went to sleep. In her dream, she browsed Whitmore’s bookstore with her grandmother.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Bonnie/Shane
Characters: Bonnie Bennett, Professor Shane, Caroline Forbes, Elena Gilbert.
Summary: College preparedness includes meeting your professor before the first day of class. A visit to Whitmore leads to Bonnie's first teacher evaluation, Caroline's turn as a mentor, and Elena's first blood high.
Timeline: The tweets take place between 4.01 and 4.03.
A/N: *Shane's Twitter handle is a shoutout to two friends who call him Professor Shady. SShane=Shady Shane :).
***
Part 1 of 3
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
Trip 2 Whitmore? #maybe #whitmorecollege
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
Okay. Definite trip 2 Whitmore. #changeofscenery #whitmorecollege
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
There’s a new prof teachin’ Intro to Occult Studies for anthro :(. He betta b gud. #bigshoes2fill #whitmorecollege
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
Sigh. Maybe a trip’s a bad idea.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch I hear he’s pretty good. #whitmorecollege
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane I hope so. Wuldn't want the quality to tank after all these yrs.
Her eyes narrowed to slits, the rest of her face completely unimpressed, Bonnie published the tweet. She didn't know this man. She had looked at his Twitter profile and saw it was indeed the same Shane who had taken over her grandmother's classes. After sending the message, she went back to the school website and read his write-up. She had initially just looked at his picture plus the subject he was teaching and grimaced disapprovingly, in solidarity with her grams.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch You seem very invested. Investment is good. Investment means passion and discussion and commitment. Alumni?
Bonnie saw his tweet when she picked up her phone from the kitchen counter. She shifted her weight onto her right foot when she finished reading it. Did he just diss her? Was that sarcasm? He had to know from her picture that she was nowhere near being an alumni. She looked at the sultry girl in the icon at that moment. The girl posing on the empty football field of Mystic Falls high school looked nothing like her. The girl giving the camera her good side was fresh-faced; she looked all of her sixteen years; she looked like school was just another haven; she looked as if no problem she could have could be too much. Because the girl in the picture could never suffer by herself. Elena had taken that picture, Bonnie remembered. The girl in the picture also had her father, her grandmother, Caroline, and Matt.
Bonnie stared at the picture until the image annoyed her. She needed to change it. She had nothing in common with it anymore.
Something else she decided to do was use standard spelling, especially if she was going to continue speaking to this professor. She was applying to Whitmore, after all.
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane No. Legacy, actually. And future student. Who knows that the right degrees and fancy travels doesn't mean that someone actually knows how to teach.
It was a criticism she had heard her grandmother make about her colleagues plenty of times. Bonnie dropped her phone back on the counter, silently daring him to answer.
***
Shane read the reply ten minutes before he had to leave his office for the lecture hall. He drew out a surprised, "Wow," and chuckled, officially amused. This conversation might have merit after all. He hoped she wouldn't lose her cool and start raging, however. He knew Twitter was one of the places where etiquette went to die.
He had looked at her profile and had recognized the girl from the couple of pictures Sheila used to keep in her office.
Shane replied and hoped her next response wouldn't kill his burgeoning interest in the conversation.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch I couldn't agree more. Like you, I am invested in this subject. I am passionate and committed to what I'm teaching, so I swear the class is in good hands. Any interest in anthropology or occult studies?
***
Bonnie hummed in consideration when she read his message. Maybe her grams' class was in good hands after all. He didn't come off as stiff; he hadn't stomped off, figuratively speaking, because of her comment.
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane Actually, I was considering philosophy, specifically ethics? I think it'd be interesting.
She needed to change her profile picture.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch Why ethics? #futurelawstudent?
For the first time since she'd made the worst gamble of her life and lost her grandmother again, Bonnie sat up on the couch. She muted the television so she could think.
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane #nolaw. I think it's interesting. I think about it a lot, kind of. Things are different, not black and white, so I think it would be great to study the different schools of thought and their history.
She worried her lips.
***
Bonnie's preferred field of study made Shane wonder if she was anything like her grandmother. He had a hard time believing she wanted to study philosophy for the hell of it, or even because she was passionate about it. He read and reread her tweet as if her inner thoughts would reveal themselves if he read each word just one more time.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch That's interesting. We have a great philosophy department. I say make the trip to Whitmore and sit in on a class, see what we've got waiting for you.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch I've always known I was going to be an anthropologist. Always knew I was going to throw myself into the occult, so I can't miss an opportunity to promote our program :).
***
Before he produced tweet after tweet about the merits of anthropology and the occult, however, he tweeted her a link to the philosophy department's website and the requirements for the major, which made Bonnie smile.
***
Bonnie stood in front of her large bathroom mirror and considered her face, trying hard to find traces of the girl in the picture. All she saw were bags under dull green eyes. Her cheeks hung in a way they did not in that picture. She had just washed her face, but she didn't feel like she was freshened up. She put on make-up, kept it simple, and then endeavored to take a picture that she liked.
She discarded numerous pictures, feeling positive that one could see all of her truths in those banal eyes. She smiled in a couple of the pictures, but rolled her eyes at all of them. When she grinned, she produced frightening images. She sighed and swatted away a sudden need to cry. She was pretty; she knew that. Once upon a time, there wasn't a picture she could take that she did not like. Caroline had named her the vainest member of the group and Elena had agreed with a surly undertone. Now she was spending fifteen minutes trying to take one good picture.
She huffed in frustration, her eyes watering. "Okay. Next one is the last one."
She deleted it.
She decided to put her hair up in a regular ponytail, making sure every last tendril was tucked away. She closed her eyes and breathed as if she was preparing for a spell, ignoring how ridiculous that was. She raised the hand with the phone, camera ready. She opened her eyes, gave it one second, and clicked the shutter icon.
Upon examination of the picture, she recognized the girl in the other picture. She looked almost as young in the current picture. Just an inured version of the old one. She was more somber. It wasn't until she clicked on the picture to upload it that she noticed the tiny upward tilt of her lips. An attempt at a smile. It was the closest she could get at the moment.
***
The more she spoke to Shane, the more she looked at his picture, the one on the school website since his profile picture consisted of a bike leaning against a skinny tree. It got to the point where she pulled up the website every time she got a tweet from him. He was better than cute. He was hot.
***
Shane started to look forward to her tweets. He started to keep his phone in his pocket during lecture so that he could feel it buzz whenever she tweeted, so that he would know if he had something to look forward to the next time he checked his phone.
***
It came up that he used to be Sheila's teaching assistant. It came up that Sheila was her grandmother. He talked about how much he'd admired Sheila, how she'd been tough but fair and had successfully upheld his interest in the occult.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch I'd never had a professor like her. We all miss her. I try very much to teach my class like she taught hers. With a lot of my style, of course.
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane Thank you:). And I think I am going to take that trip to Whitmore. I'm ready for that change of scenery.
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch Great! And if you have the time, you should definitely sit in on the intro to occult studies lecture. Just saying :).
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane I think I will. Location?
Shane Acciai
@SShane
@itchnbitch Phyllis Hall. Room 122. Tuesdays and Thursdays 2-3:15. #seeyousoon
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
@SShane I know that hall:).
Bonnie Bennett
@itchnbitch
Trip to Whitmore on Thursday!!!!!
Thursday was two days away, and she was excited. It felt good.
***
Constant doses of Shane had her asking questions. What kind of person takes a good employee picture? His looks came across in his photo, and that wasn't normal, as far as she was concerned. As great as her pictures used to be, ID pictures were always her downfall. She was human. But Shane wasn't, she'd decided. She had stopped herself from Googling him, but on this night, in the dark of her room, she looked at his picture while lying in bed. Why not indulge? No one could see her.
Was he a good kisser? She stared at his mouth and let her imagination take over.
What did he sound like? Did he have a nice back? Oh God, how tall was he? How old was he?
She laughed at herself.
“He’s probably married. Or has a girlfriend. Or has a girlfriend who died in a freak....walking accident, and he never got over her, and he’s still in love with her, and buries himself in his work to numb the pain.”
She laughed longer. She didn’t spend her day thinking about spells and her grandmother and grimoires and the rut that she was in anymore. This was more fun.
Having successfully numbed her excitement about the hot professor by thinking about his dead girlfriend, she let out her distaste on a sigh, exited the webpage, and went to sleep. In her dream, she browsed Whitmore’s bookstore with her grandmother.