A beautiful monster

Chapter two

It had been two weeks since school had started. Two long weeks filled with endless homework and classes that left Lucifer drained. At lunch, he usually sat with Michael, Raphael, Uriel and Castiel. They were all good friends, which Lucifer was thankful for. But there were moments when he wished that he could just leave and find Ms. Harvelle instead.
Of course he knew that he couldn't. That woman was his teacher after all, but he was lucifer the Devil. The demon. The prince of hell. The devil's child. His father's worst nightmare come true. He was meant to be perfect, to act like his father. To be a model child for the world. this woman made him want to be like that just to grab her attention. Because that was the only thing that mattered.
He shook the thoughts out of his head as he entered the classroom. He knew there were no seats left, so he just moved forward. When he finally reached the front of the room, he found a seat in front of the teacher's desk, and waited for the woman that has been causing him sleepless nights since day one.

His teacher walked into the room and immediately took her seat and turned her attention towards her students. "Good morning class! I hope that you've all had a wonderful weekend!
Lucifer's eyes could barely move from her . He knew that he shouldn't stare, but he just couldn't seem to help himself. It was as if he hadn't seen another person in years, and she appeared as though she was shining brighter than any sun he'd ever encountered. His eyes traced over her features, taking in every detail of her appearance. The way her dark red lips curled upwards whenever she smiled, what he would do to feel her lips against his, the freckles on her cheeks that dotted her tan skin, her brown hair that fell in waves down her shoulders, the way the light hit her eyes just right and caused the hazel colour to sparkle. She was perfection, and he would have to do anything to keep her that way.
His eyes widened when he felt something stir down below. A tingle raced through his entire body as a sudden rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins. He felt as though he was on fire, his hands beginning to tremble with anticipation and desire.

Suddenly she stopped talking and glanced over at the students, her hazel eyes meeting Lucifer's blue ones. He swallowed thickly and averted his gaze back down to the ground beneath him. What was happening to him? He couldn't explain it. One minute he was normal, and the next he was practically panting, his heart pounding so loud it sounded like thunder. And he had to suppress a shiver.
After a couple of minutes of silence the bell rang, everyone began leaving the room but lucifer stayed, the woman walked towards Lucifer again, this time her eyes holding something else. Was it fear? Or was it desire? Whatever it was, it was replaced with amusement. She grinned mischievously and slowly leaned across the desk, placing one hand on top of his. He gulped hard as he watched her fingers glide up to his cheek, her thumb running along his jawline. His whole body tensed up as he felt her warm breath fanning across his cheek; his mind was screaming at him to push her away, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned in closer, so close that he could feel her breath tickling his lips. Her eyes locked onto his once more, watching him as though she wanted to memorize his every move. His heart was pounding so fast he was afraid it might burst out of his chest and into her delicate hands.
Then, without warning, she pulled back, her gaze dropping down to his lips, her pupils dilated. "See you at lunch."
Lucifer's mouth parted slightly at her words, but she paid him no heed. With a small wave she walked out of the classroom. Lucifer let out a deep exhale as his body relaxed once more. For a brief second, he wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips. To feel her tongue dancing delicately with his own.
He shook his head, trying to clear the thought from his head. He was already having too many inappropriate thoughts about the woman. There was no use letting them rule over his mind completely.