Trigger me breathless

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I wake up and try on my Monday outfit; a tight white tank top with a small leather jacket to match. And snug jeans that hug me in all the right places. I head to the kitchen and pick up a granola bar before heading out to school on my Harley. Rolling into my parking spot I notice more than a few stares, I resist the urge to give them the bird. Parking into my spot and in slow motion I take of my helmet for dramatic effect, and boy do I notice one stare in particular, a tall lean and built boy about my age or older. His stare is intent and full of promises, with dangerously dark green eyes and hair a shade darker than midnight. Then I notice the petite little blonde Barbie doll by his side or should I say on him. She's like mentally humping him but he isn't giving her his attention. Barbie looks at me and glares giving me an evil stare that says "back off he's mine". Typical I think a guy that good-looking can't be single. The school smells a lot like that cheap Lysol you buy at the dollar store, it's almost as if their trying too hard to hide something. The front desk woman looks at my suspiciously as I give her my transfer papers, ok birdy wants to come out. Her nametag has "Linda" written all cursive on it, and get this she dots her "I's" with a heart. "Ok sweetie it looks like your first class is art with Mrs. Bronwick." She says her voice dripping with polite disgust. "Larry, can you show Miss Borewick to her classroom." She points me into the direction of a scrawny little redhead with connect the dot freckles everywhere, and I do mean everywhere.

"Hi my names Larry as you already know, what's yours?" he asks nervously.

"Annallesia, but people call me Anna." I reply with a smile

"Oh that's a cool name, oh and sorry about Linda; she can be a total witch, some people say she was personally sent here from hell." He winks at me than blushes feverishly, oh ya I can tell we will be good friends.

He stops in front of an overly colorful door, "well this is it" he says looking disappointed. "Have a great day!" he whispers walking away blushing 50 shades deeper. You know that butterfly feeling you get when you're really nervous, well it's just like that for me except it's like forty times worse.

Ok deep breaths, I open the doors then walk in, and as if on cue all head turn towards me. Crap. I walk over to an overly colorful hippie who I presume is my art teacher and hand her my transcripts. She raises her eyebrows through those dragonfly glasses and screams "EVERYONE EVERYONE LISTEN UP" even though no one was talking. "This is Annallesia, and she will be joining us for the rest of the semester, so I expect you to all treat her with kindness and welcome her to Olden high." She speaks as if I'm in pre-school "you can go take a seat near Mr. Sidorov." She points to the sexy eyed mystery man who had Barbie wrapped all over his biceps earlier. "K" I repeat with no enthusiasm what so ever, yet she still smiles at me as if I gave her a puppy.

I walk up to Mr. Seductive and he nods his head as if we're longtime friends.

"Hey" he says with a very sensual deep voice that makes me feel as if my body is on fire. Trying not to show his effect on me I shrug and say "hey, I'm Anna" wanting to hurry this convo of ours I ask "so what are we working on." He looks at me and smirks; oh ya turn that fire up a few million degrees. "We are supposed to be drawing a portrait of our partners." He replies. "Great" I reply my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"It's nice to meet you Annallesia." He replies graciously, I'm startled by his use of my full name; it just rolls off his tongue like a slip-in-slide without failure. He looks at our blank canvases and redirects his gaze to me. "Well we better get started, I'll go first, get in a pose that's comfortable and tell me when." He says with amusement knowing I want to bite off his head. "Um ok..." I respond not knowing his name he raises an eyebrow, "Dimitri." He speaks with a gleam in his eyes. Ok two can play at that game, I sit back and lean on my elbows exposing my cleavage and cross my legs on the chair in front of me.

Turning I see his gaze turns into deep desire and he gulps then does the most unexpected thing I imagine. Dimitri leans over me and cradles my head in his big soft hands and undoes my hair from its messy bun. "It looks better down" he whispers in my ear, I can feel his hot breath on me, and I can barely catch my breath.

Oh this is going to be a bit of a distraction for me.