Lovely Desire, Breanna Davis [read an ebook week .TXT] 📗

I LOOKED up from what I was doodling absentmindedly when the class finally silenced. Damn, it is about time. I don’t understand why kids insist on disobeying the rules when they know eventually they’re going to have to get punished for it. I found it retarded. Seriously – some of these kids here needed to get a grip on their acts. I swear these people are immature. Maybe if I stick my foot down their god damn throat they might – might – learn how to respect school rules without a teacher being in the room. I, of course, learned discipline and it wasn’t that hard. Keep your lips glued together unless a teacher and or adult ask you a question. Talking during lunch, after school, and during pep rallies were just fine, but other than that – you needed to be silenced until addressed.
I looked over and at a couple who were swamping spit in the middle of the classroom. I couldn’t help but compare them to wolves who just found their mate. I sighed audibly and sunk into my seat. I wish I had a hood to cover my face as I stared at my fingers, twiddling them and acting like I knew no one here. These kids were truly humiliating. I felt sorry for their parents. Everybody acted like they were five years old or something. Some of them even acted like some damn dogs. I needed to separate myself from such a group of children. Sadly, I was practically stuck with them because I was a cheerleader. It felt as if I was trapped forever with these heathens.
I looked back to the front of the class as our stocky principal entered into the room. She flashed her yellowish smile. Her beady chocolate eyes glistened as she cleared her throat. I raised a brow at her demeanor. How the hell could such an untidy looking woman run a whole entire school? No wonder this school is out of order. Look at that woman! Her chocolate brown hair was in a messy bun on her head and she had some fake diamond earrings in, but the earring was missing in her left ear. I almost busted out laughing, but bit my tongue. How did she become the principal? She must have bribed somebody into getting the job because she looked in no way ready to even associate herself with teenagers. The only thing keeping me from labeling her as a pedophile was the fact that she was wearing a suit. Minus the suit, she looked like one of those principals who were on probation for slapping a student in the face. I fought another smile as looked at the ugly mousy lady.
“Class, I’m so very sorry about the accident that took your teacher’s life. Miss. Stevens will be missed gratefully,” Her raspy voice broke the silence in the room. As a small smile was playing on her lips it didn’t seem as if she was sorry. I made a face at her and shook my head and leaned my cheek on my fist. What the heck was going on? If this lady didn’t shut up in a few seconds I was going to knock her out with my own fist. The way she presented herself made me want to scratch her eyes out. I tried not to roll my eyes as I listened to what she had to say.
“I will like to introduce you to your new teacher,” She turned her head so that she was looking out the door. “Mr. Lawrence, please step in and meet your new class.”
It was like the world stopped spinning as he took his first foot into the classroom. He stepped all the way in and I swear a God was my teacher. He had hair that could be compared with the night and it was in disarray on his head. His jet black hair stood out against his pale skin. His stormy gray eyes were decorated with long defined lashes. His long lashes created a shadow over his high cheek bones. I practically couldn’t peel my eyes away from his gorgeous eyes. They were a light gray that they almost looked white. He had deep dimples that indented his cheeks and he had a perfect million dollar smile. His eyes were bright as he looked at his new class.
“I believe it is going to be a pleasure to teach you guys this year,” he said in a deep alluring voice. I nearly melted in my seat as I took in my teacher’s appearance. What. The. Hell. Why would they hire such a hunk for a teacher? I felt my jaw hit the floor as I looked at him. My mind went blank as I continued to stare at him. Alright . . . I knew this year was going to be interesting.
I looked over at the rest of class and saw that all the girls were just as shock at me. Even the girl that was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap and just seconds ago was sucking his face, mouth was hanging open. Basically every girl in this classroom was awe struck. I wondered how the boys felt to be in the presence of another man that they couldn’t even compare to. I bet their egos were just dropped down a few notches.
Suddenly, his eyes met mines. I took an intake of breath as his gray eyes burned into my green ones. The smile on his face faltered as he looked into my eyes. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he continued to stare into my eyes. Did he not like what he saw? Did I repulse him? For some reason his opinion about me mattered. What if he already hated me? But my worries vanished as a smile spread across his face. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and electricity shot up my spine. As he continued to stare in my eyes, I never wanted him to look away. It felt like his eyes glued me to my chair. I could feel my heart thumping against my chest, wanting to reach out and touch the gorgeous man for itself.
The principal cleared her throat and Mr. Lawrence looked at her, though I wanted him to look at me. Wait – what was I saying? I had a boyfriend and we were deeply in love despite his childish ways. I loved Kyle no matter how hot my new History teacher was. I’ve been dating Kyle a little over two years now and I’m satisfied of the outcome of our relationship. I just prayed that I wasn’t forming a crush on my teacher. My stomach clenched at the thought of it. That would surely be weird. I couldn’t like my teacher – that was practically juvenile. Never in my life had I even considered to look twice at a teacher, but Mr. Lawrence made me think completely otherwise. How on Earth could he even make me do that? I considered myself a pretty solid person that followed the rules and never thought twice about it. How could one simple gorgeous man – that was my teacher – make me reconsider something I lived by my whole life? Kyle couldn’t even make me stay five minutes pass my curfew – which I made for myself – and I knew him since the sixth grade and dated him since sophomore year. That certainly didn’t add up. How did someone I knew most of my life not be able to make me reconsider anything, but someone I just met – was my teacher – was able to make me reconsider a huge rule in my book? I bit my bottom lip and looked out the window then quickly back at my new teacher.
“Yes, Ms. Pope?” he asked turning his attention towards her, but not before swiping another peek at me.
“Um, you may start your lesson immediately. You may get to know you’re students and let them get more familiar with you, but then straight to the lesson.” She said a sharply. A little too sharply.
Mr. Lawrence nodded obediently. “Yes ma’am. Now, you have a nice day.” He said with a smile, flashing his deep dimples again. Ms. Pope looked flustered as she smiled back.
“As will you,” she added formally before she left the room, trying to sway her hips from side to side, but failing miserably. It’s funny that everything this woman does she does it completely wrong. I still wondered how she became principal of my school. Not that my school was top notch or anything.
Everybody’s eyes went back to the handsome Mr. Lawrence as he wrote his name on the board. His hand writing was an elegant scrabble and basically perfect. He turned back around with a smile on his face.
“Hello, as you learned, my name is Mr. Lawrence, first name Trent, but of course you are to address me by my last name. Well, a little about me is that I’m twenty three – graduated high school young and already finished my training, so you guys are my first real classroom that I am going to teach. My favorite color is black and I’m from Australia, but I learned to speak as an American. I-,”
He was cut off as a girl from the back stood up. She had long blonde hair that stopped at her waist and she had huge crystal blue eyes. Over all, she was beautiful, but if she wasn’t ferociously smacking her gum she would’ve looked better.
She fluttered her long lashes as she spoke. “Are you married or in any committed relationship?” she asked innocently.
Mr. Lawrence chuckled. “No, I’m currently single, but –,”
“Oh, that’s all that I need to know and what you need to know is that I’m single and willing,” she said, flashing her white teeth. People whistled and chuckled as she took her seat and practically beamed up at Mr. Lawrence.
Mr. Lawrence smiled and shook his head. “Ok . . . so does anybody else have a question?” he asked. Nobody said anything, so he nodded and crossed his arms. “Does anybody want to perhaps introduce themselves?” he asked expectantly. Again, nothing happened. I wanted to stand up and introduce myself, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. But he was my teacher and he eventually was going to get to know me, right? So why not just introduce myself now?
Mr. Lawrence’s eye brows were raised, waiting for someone to volunteer. He was about to turn around, but I stood up in my seat. I tried not to think about what I was doing and who I was about to talk to. I nibbled my bottom lip before taking a deep breath.
“Faith Pierce, cheerleading captain, perfect GPA, eighteen years old, originate from Queens, New York, and I want to master in art.” When I said all of this, my head was down and I was looking at the pattern of wood on my desk.
“You draw?”
I looked up at him. He had a smile on his face flashing a teasing crooked smile. His dimples indented both his cheeks as his stormy gray eyes burned into my soul. A lump form in my throat, but I forced myself to speak.
“Yes,” I told him.
“My biggest dream is to own an art gallery." I continued, smiling at the thought of accomplishing my dream.
“Really? Maybe I’ll stop by when the time comes.” He said in a reassuring tone, with a chuckle following after.
He winked at me and turned around to face the board. He started writing something, so I took that as my cue to sit down. I