Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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WoW, he's so handsome.
Angel face, protruding jaw, and long legs in tight leather pants. This man has everything to please. His slightly dishevelled half-long brown hair gives him an innocent air in spite of his very daring outfit. He raises his eyes and, for a second, I can swear that his polar pupils cross my brown pupils, that he devours them with his eyes.
A slight smile borders his lips but his curtained hair hides his eyes. I don't know if he's looking at me, or if he's just looking ahead. He removes his hands from his pockets and exchanges a vigorous handshake with the director, who nearly faints in front of the Apollo.
"I will take over."
His voice is deep and confident. There is no hesitation in his words. Yet this is his first day of class with us. Isn't he supposed to be stressed? No, apparently not. Not everyone panics like you do! Two points for conscience. The principal finally leaves the room and Mr. Irresistible heads to the office. He pulls a chair up to the stage, sits down, and pulls a packet of papers from his briefcase.
"I've looked at your papers," he begins."
Our former teacher Mr. Leen gave us the assignment to paint our greatest fear. I still question the point of it but I did it. The point of a fear is to get away from it as much as possible, to forget about it, not to turn it into a Picasso. But hey, I'm not the teacher here. Just the student.
"I think you did very well."
The whole class is amazed. It's the first time we've ever been complimented. One time, our papers ended up in the shredder, then were used as confetti for the secretary's farewell party. It brought tears to my eyes.
I had spent three months on it. When I got home tonight, Charly laughed so hard he almost choked to death. Anyway, all this is just a bad memory. The universe seems to have heard my prayers and sent me an angel. Besides being cute, this teacher seems very nice.
"Well, "he starts by checking his watch, "we have twenty minutes left. What do you want to do?"
"We could draw you... a student suggests."
"Uh...why...not."
He seems embarrassed, even though he doesn't blush. This makes the reaction a bit fake. But why would he pretend to be shy? Stop seeing evil everywhere! Shut up! Each student gets up to take a canvas and an easel. I prefer to stick to my old sketchbook.
I take out my freshly bought palette and pencils before starting the exercise. I glance at the model from time to time. Her look is very intimidating. I look down and he seems amused. He lets out a slight chuckle.
"Sir, can you move?" asks a student.
"Sure."
Angel gets up and starts walking around the room with ease. Then, all of a sudden, he stops, right in front of me, hands in his pockets and eyes focused on me. I freeze. My pencil almost falls out. I slowly raise my eyes. His face is devoid of expression but his features are not hard. I see benevolence in his eyes. And I can finally smell her perfume. A sweet lemony smell that reminds me of spring in Tuscany.
