Crimson Desire

Chapter 3 part 2

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"Are you alright?" asked the angel faced man who was now supporting my weight effortlessly with his strong, muscled arms. I struggled to find something to say. I ended up stammering "I-I-I'm fine, yeah"

Mr. Hotness smiled and said "Good. I wouldn't want to be responsible for scratching such a pretty face."

He raised his hand to my face, not touching me but close enough for me to feel the warmth of his skin. It was strange. That warmth felt familiar too. I breathed in his scent. He smelt like a very strong aftershave laced with something I couldn't place. I suddenly wanted him to come closer, to stroke my cheek or run his fingers through my hair.

Justin cleared his throat behind us and Mr. Hotness pulled back and retreated to his desk. Only then did I come to my senses. Oh my God! I did not just have an intimate moment with a guy I just met who is also my teacher, I thought.

Justin grabbed my arm and dragged me over to our easels. He'd been dragging me around a lot, I noticed. I would have to get him to stop that.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said bleakly. I really didn't. I sat down in front of my canvas and wondered what that 'teacher' was doing. It could have been completely innocent. I might've had something on my face or.....okay that's a shit reason. I just hoped he didn't mean to do that.

"You know, when I said spend some quality time with him I didn't mean make-out with the guy" Justin whispered half disapproving but also half encouraging. Like he wanted me to do that because it would be interesting but also not wanting me to do it because it's illegal or something. It was very confusing.

"Hey, I wasn't doing anything; Mr. Hotness was the one getting all handsy" I said venomously under my breath.

Mr. Hotness leaned against his desk and smiled warmly at the students, his eyes lingering on me for just a second more than the others. There was something not quite right about how he smiled. His brilliant, amazing perfect....what was I saying? Oh yeah, his perfect teeth smiled nicely but his eyes stayed black and cold. No light in them at all. It made me shiver slightly.

"So," he said "I'm Daryl Wolff, but you can just call me Daryl. Mr. Wolff makes me sound old" he gave a soft laugh.

"I'm new and it's my first day so for now you can just do whatever you want"

There were delighted exclamations and high-fives exchanged between the other students. I didn't react because I basically did whatever I wanted all the time anyway. Justin pulled some pencils out from nowhere and made a big circle with smaller circles inside on his canvas. He then found some paint brushes and paints and began colouring it in. He used reds, yellows and browns for his painting. When it was nearly finished I finally realised what it was.

"Are you honestly painting that?" I asked.

"Yep" he said.

"A pizza, seriously? Why are you painting a pizza anyway?" I asked.

Justin scratched his chin getting paint on it in the process. "I don't know, it might have something to do with the fact that I didn't get any breakfast because I was waiting outside your house all morning"

I held up my hands in defence and said "Sorry"

He rolled his eyes and returned to his painting. I stared at my black canvas. I didn't feel like painting anything, but I didn't feel like doing nothing. I dipped my finger into some black paint and made a small dot on my canvas.