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crying.
"I want to play!" she cried. I looked down at her hand and saw she had my bracelet in her hand. I yanked it out her hand and tossed it back in my drawer. "Mom needs to get you a leash." I mumbled.
I walked to my parent’s room with a screaming Sophie. I had on nothing but a towel, so I had to keep pulling it up. Soon I reached my parents room and I threw open the door. They were sound asleep while I was struggling with their child. I tossed Sophie on their bed causing her to kick my mother in her face. My mother groaned and quickly sat up straight.
"Sorry, Sophie was playing my jewelry."
My mother rolled her eyes and picked up Sophie. She tucked her underneath the sheets in between her and my father then she went back to sleep. I shrugged and walked out their room and got dressed for school. I threw on a red American Eagle shirt and ripped black skinny jeans. I put in some red knobs in my ears and put on a black necklace. I grabbed my messenger bag and headed downstairs.
I grabbed a bottle of water and pulled out my cell phone. I called Leo.
"Hey Fay,"
"Hey Leo. Can you drop me off at school?" I asked.
"Sure, I'm leaving right now."
"Okay."
I headed out the door without telling my mother about the detention I have. She would think I was at the game and Mr. Lawrence didn't give me a detention slip. Monday, I had practice so there was no need to tell her about that detention either. I didn't want her to think I was irresponsible like her and my father.
I walked out the door, locking the door behind me. I saw Leo parked in front of my house in his flaming red convertible. I smiled and hopped into the passenger side.
"You know what I just realized?" I asked him.
He cocked a brow at me as he pulled away from my house. "What?"
"You owe me orange juice and spaghetti." I notified him.
He laughed. "Yeah right, you didn't tell me what the hell is wrong with you. But you've been better I've noticed."
I smiled. "I guess I am. I told you I had the flu."
"Whatever," he replied and rolled his hazel brown eyes.


After getting yelled at by coach, I walked down the hallway with my head down. I could feel tears wanting to break through. She threatened to kick me off the team in front of all the other cheerleaders. She made me look like a complete idiot. I knew they lost complete respect for me and it was all because of Trent Lawrence. If he wasn't so annoying I would've been practicing with the rest of the cheerleaders and watching the football players practice. Isn't it bad enough I can't participate in the game later on today? Coach could've really saved the humiliation.
I could feel my eyes watering up as I saw the cheerleaders giggling at the Coach's words towards me. The thing that hurt the most was that all the football players didn't even try to hide their booming laughter - including Kyle.
With that thought my tears broke through and trailed down my cheeks. I wiped them away and leaned against the cold wall. I could skip all my classes today. Especially History. I'll go to his detention just so my parents won't question why I was home so early. I sat on the floor and brought my legs to my chest. I wrapped my arms around my body and leaned my head against the wall. I stared up at the ceiling as I imagined Kyle laughing. He was laughing at me like I was a fool. He laughed at me like he wasn't my boyfriend. I sniffled as more tears trailed down my cheeks.
I wiped the tears with the back of my hand and continued to stare at the ceiling. Look at me, I'm crying over somebody laughing at me. I felt like a little schoolgirl crying over a broken heart.
I knew I probably really did look like a fool now. I tried wiping the tears away, but fresh new tears spilled down my face. My breaths came in huffs as I tried to breathe through my stuffy nose. I tucked my head in between my legs and stayed in that position.
Why did it hurt so much because someone laughed at me? Was it because of my pride or something more? Why did I care about losing my cheerleading title? I hated those girls, so why did I care so much?
I shook my head and stood up. I better go wash up so that if anybody walked down the hallway I didn't look like a total mess. I walked through the hallways trying to dodge any type of life form. If anybody caught me crying like this a list of rumors could start. That was the last thing I needed. I wanted to avoid ignorant people, not to be thrown right in the middle of their mess. I didn't want my name to be tainted because of coach. Who was I kidding? My name was already tainted! I know the cheerleaders wouldn't keep their mouths shut about what coach told me. They would run around saying I got kicked off the team in front of my boyfriend. I groaned as some more tears threatened to spill from my eyes.
You know what? Who cares about what someone thinks of me? Does it really matter about what students say about me?
"Faith, what are you doing out of class?"
I turned around at the sound of that alluring voice that haunts my dreams every night.
Mr. Lawrence stood with perfect ease. His pale skin was glistening and his stormy gray eyes were bright. His perfect pink lips were twisted up in a smile. He was wearing a black suit that couldn't hide the amount of muscle beneath it. Every time I looked at him, I'm constantly reminded of how gorgeous he is. And how plain I look right next to him. A lump formed in my throat and I tried to swallow past it.
"I-I just got back from talking to my coach." I mumbled.
He cocked a brow at me. "Are you alright?"
So now he cares about my well being after he nearly got me kicked off the team? First he ruined my perfect record of never being punished and now he just practically diminished my whole reputation in this school.
"I'm just oh so peachy," I said bitterly. His eyes filled with understanding.
"You're melancholy." He said it as a statement.
"Well aren't you just the expert in emotions." I said with a humorless laugh. I wanted to get far away from this man. I didn't care how hard he made my heart beat or how bad I wanted to touch him. He was ruining my life, piece by piece.
"Just your emotions," he said softly. I scoffed.
"Whatever." I turned around and headed for the bathroom not even looking back at him. Even though, I looked pissed, deep inside I was glad that he too felt this unexplained bond. He felt my feelings just as I felt his. Now I needed an explanation about how this is possible. I never ever heard of people being able to read each other's emotions. Then, it was still the fact that he was my teacher.


I was starving as I walked to my locker to get my messenger bag. I stayed in the bathroom all day. Hiding when I heard a movement, crying at times, and thinking. I didn't eat lunch and I was starving. Kyle, Leo, and Jamie were blowing up my phone with text messages. I responded to Leo's and Jamie's texts, but deleted all of Kyle's without even looking at them. He had completely humiliated me and if he thought I was going to talk to him after he done that, he mustn't know me at all.
I put all my text books in my locker and started for Mr. Lawrence's class. I would rather walk out the double doors than stay back for detention, but if I don't go to his detention I can get suspended for a day. That's the last thing I need. I guess I can go around to my teachers and ask for the work we've done today. But of course I would have to explain why I wasn't in class. I can't lie and say I wasn't here the whole day because my first period teacher saw me before I was called to the gym where I was yelled at.
My current problem was that I had to sit and be in the same room as Mr. Lawrence . . . alone. The last time I threw myself at him and he rejected me. It could be that I was his student, but I think it was more of the fact that I disgusted him. Yeah, I'm a cheerleader, but that doesn't mean I'm appealing. It just means I'm able to do toe touches and do splits. I was the ugly duckling when it came to my teammates and I. And it pained me to know that I was so ugly that he rejected me like I was some disease.
I bit my bottom lip as I stopped in front of Mr. Lawrence's class. He was erasing his board, whistling a tune. I tried to act like I wasn't there, but he turned around even though I was certain I made no noise.
"Come in Miss. Pierce. You have a lot of explaining to do." My eyes widened and I silently curse. You idiot, I thought to myself. You skipped his class! I groaned and stepped into his room. I was going to get detention for the rest of my life. How could I be so stupid? I'm positive he'll call my mother and tell her I skipped his class and all the rest.
I sat down in my seat and tried to look obedient as I sat up straight and neatly folded my hands on my desk. I held my chin up high and smiled at him.
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence?"
He chuckled and put down the eraser. He slowly walked over to me and with every step I was more and more certain that my heart would jump out my chest and fall on the floor. Soon, Mr. Lawrence stood right in front of my desk. I can smell his delicious scent of vanilla and freesia. My mouth watered and I wanted to lick him. Lick him like he was food. I bit my bottom lip as desire swelled in me. I needed to control myself before I did something completely irrational.
"Why weren't you in my classroom this evening?" he questioned. I gulped and tried to scoot back in my chair. "I was feeling faint, sir." I said respectively.
He sighed and placed his hands on either side of my desk. "I told you this before, Faith. If you're sick - stay home. Now your teachers are ready to tell the principal that you're skipping class. I had to calm them down by telling them I'll give you two weeks of detention." he said with a smirk.
I gasped. Two weeks!? With this handsome man? I wouldn't be able to! I just couldn't. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears.
"Sir, please understand that I wasn't feeling well. I have the flu." I lied.
He sniffed the air around me and smirked. "You don't smell or look sick." he pointed out.
"I feel better." I said, sticking to my lie.
"I'm sorry, Faith. It's either the two weeks of detention or skipping on your permanent record. Chose your pick." he said.
He leaned in closer and I
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