Playing Games

Chapter 1

   "Brruuuuhhhhhh" I say as I climb another staircase. I just started a new school year at Lingston University. It's a pretty good School from what my parents told me. They were nice enough to make me breakfast and I am new assigned to finding my sister a boyfriend🙄😂. I find my home room class and I take a seat in the second row. Not in the teacher's pet front, but not in the back where I'll get distracted. I've been valid Victorian my whole life, because God loves me, but I am far from teacher's pet. I wouldn't say I'm a class clown, but once I'm bored, I can not be held responsible for what I do next. People quickly fill the class up before the bell rings. I start mingling with a couple people as the professors walks in. The room falls to a respectful hush. I watch as this professor walks over to his desk and wonder wtf he's Doing here. I'm good at reading people and this man has to only be a couple years older than me. He looks strong with broad shoulders and good posture. He's definitely certain of himself. He's around 6"2 with a know a size 12 😏😂 let me stop. With one hand, he moves his shoulder length dreads from in front of his face looking down at the attendance. His brown skin looks almost like coffee in contrast to his chestnut eyes. He begin reading peoples names while they answer here or present, but I can't even focus anymore. Why is his voice so smooth and demanding? You can't ignore it. Its like it swirls around in your head. "y/n? Y/n?" I shook my head and answer "Present." He looks up at me smirking. "Are you sure?"  Not realizing the smart ass I truly am, I answer, "Not really but presence sure is." This garners some laughter while others look at me in surprise and one glares at me. I think her name was Maddison or something irrelevant like that. The teacher, unflinching keeping his eyes steady with mine answers, "Oh really, I had no clue y/n. Would you mind enlightening me after school? I could use some help grading." Keeping his same energy I answered "It'd be my pleasure." Smirking, he turns back to the class and finishes the attendance and proceeds with his introduction. Apparently, his name is Mr. Morris and he is in fact 20, only a year older than me. Assumption correct. One of the people I was mingling with named Jasmine shoulders me. "Giiiirrrllllll wtttfffff! How'd you manage to score a date with such a hottiiieee?" I laugh slightly. "It's not a date, more like a punishment, or so he thinks." we both laugh and I try to finish listening to the lecture, but the only thing on my mind is why he would wants me? Or what will happen?