His Demands

Chapter Two

Now I wasn't the kind of girl to be taken too much with looks or ones outward appearance, as that's how I was raised up. But the face of this professor has me wanting to forget just that.

He was the pure definition of beautiful.

I'm sure many of you would laugh at the thought of calling a man beautiful but there didn't seem to be another word for him. He wasn't really hott or just pure muscle but that of a lithe body with hints of firm muscles. He had shades on and was wearing a black fedora which went along with his wholeoutfit, as all he was wearing was black.

At the back of my mind I wondered if he was in mourning, maybe for an old family member, or simply the start of anew school year. At my last thought I scoffed at myself, he was a teacher, and a young one at that he couldn't possibly be upset about coming back to school and teaching.

But I had misjudged people before so I wasn't too sure about my gut feeling. Like when I had thought peter mason was a nice boy until he dipped my hair in peanut butter. It had taken hours to get out of my little kid pigtails.

Deciding to figure him out later I got my computer ready for notes. As I did this he was writing his name in cursive on the board. Looking around I saw that most students hadn't made a move to do nothing as they were all staring dazed at, Mr. Styles. Wondering what their fascination was I tried to stare at him.

Yes he was attractive but I didn't understand the gawking. He had olive skin, and ripe plump lips that looked to be puckered, his hair was just above his shoulders, the front was pushed up back into the fedora so all you could see was his forehead, black shades, then his lips. What caught my eye was the small tattoo on his hand and the few rings that graced his fingers.

They were all sorts of different metal some were silver while others were bronze or gold, they didn't jingle and made his hands seems slightly delicate yet manly. I was still watching his hands when he spoke yet again.

"Who are you" he asked.

His voice echoed he looked at us each as if the answers would spring from someone's mouth. But no one spoke. With this he sat down in his chair propped his feet up before pulling out a book. People seemed to be in shock as no one was sure what they were supposed to do. After all that was the only thing he had said to us after reading my quote.

There were no instructions on the white board just his name and the date. His words seemed to ring in my ears as I typed them out on Microsoft. That's when it hit me, he wanted us to write a paper on ourselves. Smiling at my small victory I didn't mind when the bell rang, in fact I was excited to get home and start, knowing id be one of the only ones to turn in a paper the next mornings.