Never let me go

chapter 3 'professor Collins?'

malia's pov

Hayley and I walk into the music room, chatting between ourselves and minding our own business. a few students in the class turn to look at us with weird looks. i know immediately that their probably just confused because the only person they have ever seen me talk to is Courtney. i avert my gaze and look down, their stares making me uncomfortable. when we reach a table near the back we sit down next to each other, placing our bags on the table. i keep my head down and stare at the table, going silent. Hayley obviously senses me being uncomfortable and places her hand on my shoulder. i look up at her shyly while she looks at me with a sympathetic smile.

"ignore them malia, don't let them see that they are making you uncomfortable, it's probably what they want" i smile at her and hold my head up high. taking in her advice and not let them see that their stares affect me.

"your rig-" i immediately stop talking when a bunch of girls gasp and i hear the door open then close. i look at hayley to find her stare at the front of the classroom, hey eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. i frown in confusion at her and the state of every girl in the room. i turn in my seat to look at the front of the classroom and immediately gasp at the sight.

a man, probably around his mid twenties is stood at the front in a black and grey suit that clings to his muscles tightly and fits him perfectly. his blazer and his pants are black while his dress shirt is grey with a white collar, he has a black sleek tie done up tightly so it's pressing against his neck, just bellow his Adams apple. his hair is short and dark brown, in a slightly bed hair type style but it still manages to look so soft and perfectly done. he has a well trimmed beard that looks incredibly sexy. he has a perfectly sculpted jaw line and cheek bones. but it's his eyes that catch my attention he most, he has a gorgeous blue colour, his stare is so intense and mysterious, just by looking closely enough you can see that there are many secrets hidden behind those eyes. 

he walks up to the desk that's been placed in the front left corner and places his black satchel down then walks over to the whiteboard and picks up a piece of white chalk then starts writing something. once he finishes he moves to the side and looks back at us, scanning the students.

on the board he's written in fancy writing Mr Collins.

"good morning everyone. I'm Mr Collins and i'm your new music teacher" he speaks for the first time and immediately my breath catches in my throat, his voice is sexy and gravely. he smiles at us, revealing his pearly white teeth. god why would such a hot man want to come to a school like this?

he looks around at us once more then walks back to his desk and pulls out a piece of paper with something written on it. he walks back to the centre of the room and looks up at us.

"okay so many of you are going to protest and groan and bitch about this but you can get over it. i have assigned you a seating plan for the rest of the year" as soon as he finishes speaking there's a chorus of groans and complains but he simply stands there with his arms crossed waiting patiently for the commotion to settle down. when everyone stops talking he uncrosses his arms and starts placing people down in their assigned seats. i'm last on the list because of my last name, it's at the bottom of the register. my full name is Malia Sonte Carlo Selman. my mum is Spanish so i inherited her last and middle name. but selman is my dad's last name, he was American. 

Mr Collins calls out Hayley's name and places her in the second row, second desk in from the right. i place my head on the desk and close my eyes while waiting for him to call out my name. 

"Malia Selman?" "Miss Selman" i groan and lift my head and rub my eyes. i look around the classroom seeing every student staring at me, i frown in confusion and continue looking around until my eyes land on Mr Collins who is also starring at me, but he looks angry and amused. then it suddenly clicks. i widen my eyes at continue to stare at him.