Guilty Indulgence

Chapter 2~ Autumn Term

He watched me with those eyes, daring me to continue my conversation. Confident that he had mine and the rest of the students' undivided attention. He introduced himself.

"I'm Mr Cain, we'll be diving straight into 'Age of Innocence' by Edith Wharton so I need two volunteers to hand out the books"

One person raised their hand, eager to be picked. That was no other than Irina Rivera, the 'It girl' of this school. I used to be friends with her in primary school and back then I wanted to be just like her. She was my role model with her effortlessly straight blonde hair, icy blue eyes and her gorgeously freckled face which she now covers with layers and layers of expensive orange foundation. I thought she looked like a Oompa Loompa with so much caked on her face. No wonder all the boys fall at her feet, willing to do anything she tells them. But she tossed me to the side like she did with everyone else when she's finished with them. Her loss and I'm quite thankful she did as I formed a friendship with Samira who doesn't use me for her own personal gain.

"Blonde girl with the hand up and Miss Lewis, pass the books out one between two" he said picking me out the crowd with no hands up. It sucks when the teacher learns your name first as it means you get picked on constantly. As I pick up a pile of books off his desk, I saw that Mr Cain had a playful smirk on his face that caused dimples to form in the corners of his mouth. His chiselled square jawline makes him the epitome of physical beauty; he might as well be the incarnation of the goddess Aphrodite herself. He shifted nervously in my presence, but moved his attention from me to the rest of the class quite swiftly.

I pass a book to Oliver and Samira, when I felt a hand clasp my waist firmly spinning around till I faced him. I was now facing James, who is a popular boy with previous affiliations with Irina. He's just too much of a dickhead for my liking, plus he's an absolute sleaze.

"James, get your fucking wank-stained hands of me!" I said whilst smacking a book against him. Everyone knew he liked to wank as at the beginning of Year 9, he was caught masturbating to a porn magazine, not realising his mates were still on the Skype call. Rumours of his self-gratification suddenly became known to every pupil and perhaps a few teachers.

"LANGUAGE! Miss Lewis and Mr Terrell no inappropriate behaviour in my classroom, you have an after-school detention with Miss Alameda in ENG 2," Mr Cain says before moving onto the book.

The lesson went on smoothly from there; he had all the students' attention either for the book, but in my case, I couldn't help watch the way his body moved as he glided across the room. Did I mention he is wearing a navy-blue waistcoat that hugs the streamline silhouette of his body and the shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I carved those masculine arms in my mind to perfection as his hands and arms expressed the words he read aloud.

"But they do not look like her- there was something too rich, too strong, in their fiery beauty," he read of the page with a delicate pause and a glance my way. Did he just look at me? No, mustn't off. He properly looked at Samira behind me. Mr Cain continued to read passages and examine the words here and there with the class. Calling upon the class at random. The bell rang, ending the lesson, ending my day-dreaming of Mr Cain.

"Miss Lewis, stay behind please" he said whilst everyone left the classroom for their next lessons.

He waited for everyone to leave the classroom while I put my belongings in my bag, then moved to his desk; waiting for him to speak with me.

"It seems you need some new tights, Miss Lewis," he smiled at me.

"Pardon?" I looked down at my school uniform to see a small ladder on my tights, it was peeking out from under my high waisted tartan pleated skirt; burgundy, like the school's colours. My classic white long-sleeved blouse with a long satin ribbon bow tie in burgundy accentuates my figure; the uniform is preppy, but I don't mind wearing it. I look up to see him bite his lip after giving a glance over my uniform. If only he could bite me?