mr brock / solby

2.

sam's pov:

me and aryia made our way to math class, laughing as we went at something stupid corey had said a few moments before. aryia and i were both in the top set, meaning technically we were the smartest.

"settle down, settle down," i heard an unfamiliar voice speak loudly as we entered the room, taking our seats at the back. i looked forwards and saw a tall, muscular man writing a name on the whiteboard.

'Mr. Brock.'

"he's new," i whispered to aryia, who nodded in response.
"as some of you may have noticed, im not your usual math teacher. my name is mr brock, and im gonna be covering for your normal teacher until she returns. understood?" he spoke.

lord. his voice sounded so.. dreamy. it was soft, but loud, and slightly raspy, but flowed so so smoothly. he was a sight for sore eyes, too. his long sleeve white button-up shirt complimented his tanned skin tone, his black pants hugged him in all the right places, his hands— i should not have thought that about my teacher! yeah, it was true, but it wasnt appropriate at all.

i watched, almost in a trance as he began to read out equations, watching the way his pale pink lips moved, revealing pearly white teeth beneath them. his nose was decorated with a small, sparkly stud in one side, and some poorly hidden tattoos poked out of the wrists on his shirt, one on his hand.

"uh.. sam?" he spoke, bringing me back to reality.
"uhm- hm? what was the question?" i asked, feeling my cheeks glow red and hearing snickers from around the room.
"pay attention," mr brock raised his eyebrows at me and spoke in a firm, stern tone. i nodded, unable to do anything else with how disoriented i was.
"you're bright red," aryia whispered under his breath, leaning slightly towards me. i sighed and covered my face with my hands, leaving room between my fingers so that i could see mr brock.

mr brock.

god, just his name alone was hot.

mister brock.

lord.

"work with the person next to you to help you with the worksheet, if you cant figure it out between you, put your hands up and ill come and help," mr brock explained. i looked around the room and saw some of the girls twirling their and giggling at mr brock.

competition.

no! what the fuck, sam! mr brock 100% had not had a single thought like that about any of us in here, let alone me.

what was happening to me.

my thoughts where stopped by a pair of veiny hands appearing in front of my face, handing me a sheet of paper with math questions on it.
"you need to keep your eyes on the work, sam. i dont know if youre always like this in lessons, but as long as im here you wont be. got it?" he spoke, handing aryia a sheet too.
"yes mr brock," i nodded, feeling my bottom lip begin to quiver. it did that when i was nervous.

"bro, what is up with you this lesson? youve been so out of it," aryia asked, nudging me gently with his elbow.
"no idea. im just tired, thats all," i lied, aryia mumbling something and getting on with his worksheet.
"do you get this question?" he asked, pointing at the question on his sheet.
"ive not even started, hang on," i mumbled, finally starting the work.

**

"thank you mr brock!" i heard a girl giggle, making my stomach turn. god, what had gotten into me! he was my math teacher, this simply was not normal.

"mr brock is so fine," i squealed, aryia looking at me in shock.
"hes our math teacher! you cant say that!" he scoffed with a contagious laugh.
"he is though! thats why i couldnt concentrate," i explained, laughing as i watched him shake his head.
"whos mr brock?" jake asked, oblivious to almost everything at this point.
"our new math teacher, whilst miss hegarty is off," i explained with a smile, jake nodding.

god, this would not end well, i could see it now.

**

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