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

sat awkwardly straight in my chair feeling like I just spilled my heart to someone. I never told anybody about me wanting to major in art and own my own gallery. I shook my head and looked up as Mr. Lawrence turned back around.
His eyes met mines as he spoke. “I have a feeling I am going to enjoy this class.” He said with a smile before turning back around.
I blushed and looked down at the picture I was doodling before Ms. Pope stepped in. I was drawing a picture of a heart with wings on it. As I looked back up at Mr. Lawrence, my body swelled with desire. My face heated up as I looked back down at the heart and scribbled in Trent Lawrence plus Faith Pierce.
I thought about Kyle and shook my head. What was I doing? I quickly ripped it out my notebook, about to ball it up, but one look at Mr. Lawrence made my heart beat pick up. I bit my bottom lip and quickly neatly folded it up before I tucked it in my pocket. Secrets

EVERYBODY at my table was chatting away and having a great time except me. I haven't been able to concentrate on anything, but Mr. Lawrence since he came which was a month ago. I craved his attention so much though I tried to deny it. I became so obsessed with drawing pictures of him that I had to get a box to put them all in. I felt so helpless when it came to him. The worse thing is that it's taking toll on my relationship with Kyle. He's getting suspicious of me being quiet and distant. I haven't been paying attention during any class except History and when Kyle tried to kiss me I cringed away. Basically, I was a living mess.
I picked at my sub sandwich not even hungry. Next period was History and I couldn't wait to go. Damn Faith, you have to get a grip. You're eighteen he's twenty three and your teacher, I told myself. I had to realize this. He was just some stupid crush and I would eventually get over him - I knew that, but I couldn't help my obsession over him. I sighed and looked up at Kyle. He was engrossed in a conversation with Leonard who was my best friend.
I knew Leonard my whole life and he was the only person that I could trust. I could easily tell him anything and he won't judge me, but I couldn't tell him about my crush on Mr. Lawrence. He would judge me. Not to my face, but behind my back. I had originally met Leonard back on my trip to Jamaica which he is from. He was visiting his hometown and I happened to be there. I remembered that we were three years old and we were playing on the beach. I was dipping my toes in the salty water when I saw a caramel skinned boy with hazel brown eyes come sit next to me. He smelt of cinnamon and that was the first thing that slipped from my lips. I'm not going to lie - I had a crush on him then, but I was never going to tell him that. To sum it up, when I left Jamaica I was surprised to find my summer long buddy moving into the house next to mines. We've been best friends ever since and never stopped.
Leonard noticed my ogling and raised his brow at me. "Are you alright, Faith?" I nodded like I always do when a person asked me that question. Leonard sighed. "We're going to talk after school. My house, alright?" he said sternly. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and just nodded. My eyes went to Kyle who was looking at me with a worried expression.
"I'm alright, Kyle. I think I'm coming down with the flu," I added for their benefit.
Leonard chuckled humorlessly. "For a damn month, Faith? How dumb do you think we are?" he questioned. I glared at him. Damn. Why did he know me so well?
"Shut up, Leo. You are not supposed to piss off a sick person. I might throw up on you,"
Leonard rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he muttered before taking a huge bite out of his pizza. I sighed and laid my face on the cold wooden table. What was I going to do about Leo? He read me like an open book. It was like he could read my mind or some supernatural bullshit like that. And truth be told - I hated it. Can't a girl have her privacy without her nosey best friend sticking his nose in her business? Damn. He needed to be a journalist or something.
"You know you can tell me anything, sweetie." Kyle said soothingly as he rubbed my back. His hands felt warm against my back as he softly rubbed it and a smile spread across my face. His touch always felt good, so I don't why I was drooling over my History teacher. Kyle was so perfect and I loved him. When he wasn't acting childish he was the perfect boyfriend. He just needed some time to mature. I was always mature my whole life because of my parents. My mother always acted like a child and even in her mid forties she still did. My father really didn't help because so did he. I mean gosh, my mom would walk around the house wearing American Eagle and the shirt would be two sizes too small. I mean, she really thought she was a teenager. My dad would try and wear skinny jeans - yuck. Just imagine a middle aged man trying to wear lime green skinny jeans . . .
I grimaced at the thought. Geez, I was permanently scarred with that picture. It was like it was engraved into my mind. I shook my head, hoping to shake away the thought.
I looked up at Kyle and smiled. "I know," I said low enough only for him to hear. A smile lightened up his beautiful face as his chocolate brown eyes sparkled. Kyle was somebody that you called gorgeous. He had sandy brown hair and big chocolate brown eyes that sparkled when he smiled. He only had one dimple on his left cheek and it showed whenever he laughed or smile. He had huge muscles that helped him out whenever he played football. He was the captain of the football team and I was the captain of the cheer leading team, so we were basically forced to date each other.
Soon, I found myself dumping away my tray and Kyle was walking me to my next class - History. It use to be my first period class, but I thought after I ate lunch and got nutrients in my body that my hunger for him would satiate, but I had no such luck. I hated the way my heart skipped a beat when I thought about Mr. Lawrence's face. Why was I so attracted to him? What made him any more different than Kyle or the rest of my teachers? My Algebra teacher, Mr. Manor, was called hot by many students, but he didn't make butterflies form in my stomach when I heard his name or when I thought of him. I respected him as a teacher and nothing more. But then Mr. Lawrence . . .
I shook my head and let Kyle guide me through the swarms of people. I needed to get my head out my ass and focus on reality. Even if I and Kyle happened to break up, I and Mr. Lawrence will never be. My crush on him is foolish and immature. I couldn't keep swooning after this man like he and I were supposed to be together. He was five years older me and my teacher. I had to get a grip on my emotions. I needed to stop living in a stupid fantasy and come back to the thing that was called life and reality.
A lump formed in my throat when we reached his classroom. He looked out of place as he sat at his desk typing something on his laptop. I bit my bottom lip as familiar desire swelled up in me. That was exactly how I felt every time I saw his beautiful face. Then, his eyes met mines. His light gray eyes burned into mines as a smile was playing on his beautiful pink lips. I felt the world freeze around us as we got lost in each other's eyes. I absentmindedly dropped Kyle's hands and kept staring into Mr. Lawrence's eyes. A smile spread across my face as my heart started to pick up.

"I'll see you after class, alright?" I blinked and looked over at Kyle. Guilt washed over me as I realized what I just did. I was falling for another man right in front of my boyfriend. My face heated up as I quickly pecked Kyle on the lips. "Alright," I said.
"Love you," he said flashing his one dimple.
"Love you too," I replied back. He gave me another kiss before he went for his next class. I sighed. I didn't like doing this to Kyle. I kept concentrating on Mr. Lawrence and not Kyle. What the heck is happening to me? I needed to reunite with the rational part of me. I took a deep breath and turned around.
Mr. Lawrence's face was one of misery and sadness. His smile was now twisted down in a frown and his eyebrows were knitted together. He sighed and looked back down at the laptop. This time when he type it was harsher and louder. I stared at him for awhile. What just happened? Why was he so mad all of a sudden? I felt anger, sadness, and rejection wash through me, but the problem was that I wasn't any of those things. What the . . .
I looked back and saw Mr. Lawrence staring at me. When our eyes met he sighed his frustration before typing harshly on the computer again. I looked at him in confusion. Was I just feeling his emotions? And if I was, why was he feeling all those things? Did I cause him to feel such emotions just by kissing Kyle?
I made my way to my seat still confused. Questions swirled in my head as I sat down in my regular seat. I couldn't take my eyes off of Mr. Lawrence as he continued to type on the laptop. Why was I feeling his emotions? Did we have some type of unexplained bond? I had no clue, but it felt like I could feel heat rush through me every time he looks at me. I looked up and he was looking at me again, but with a confused expression. When he noticed I was staring at him he didn't look away. He stared into my eyes for an immeasurable amount of time. I could hear my heart hammering around in my chest as I studied his gray eyes. I swear I could tell you every tiny