Corrupting The Bad Boy

Dual POV 17

Thea Rodriguez

Mondays are never lovely, I think we can all agree on that. However, this particular Monday doesn't have anything to do with actual Monday blues, but rather with someone in particular.

Zach and I spent the whole weekend holed up in my home, and it was strange to think and even stranger to feel this craving for a person after already spending so much time with them.

The bell rings just as I finish writing an answer on the board. "Revise this topic, students. It will play an important role in creating the base for further questions and topics."

Mumbles of 'Yes ma'am' sounded across the room, and I gave them permission to leave the class.

I had two more classes for the day, and honestly, I was looking forward to them like every day. I like teaching. It's simple, if I don't take an interest in teaching, then how are my students going to take an interest in learning? Therefore, I always give my heart and soul to whatever i do, and fortunately, teaching is something I have always liked, so I do not have to force enthusiasm into it.

My next class starts pouring in as I rub the board clean. just as I put the duster on the table, a charming voice among the other voices of students greets my ears, "Good afternoon, ma'am."

I force my mouth to not stretch into a smile and give a practiced good afternoon back to him like I would to any other student.

His eyes twinkled in that mischievous way, and I knew the class was going to be really long. Zach walks to the far end of the class and sits at the last bench alone. I did not see Caleb anywhere in school today, so that means he is not coming today.

I let the class settle, and then I picked up from where we left off last time.

"Alright, class, look at the 6th question. Tell me what the first step to this question will be."

Some confused murmurs sound across the classroom. "We have done this type of question, just the statement is a bit different, do not focus on that, just go step by step just like we did with previous questions, the statement is written deliberately to confuse you."

Ryan sitting on the third bench answers hesitantly.

"You got it." I cheer and give him a smile.

The class goes on like this for half an hour, and I give them a last question to solve. Everyone busies themselves in their notebooks, and I see a single head, not looking in their notebook but rather at me.

That same mischievous smile appears on his face when he notices that he caught my attention.

One day this boy is going to drive me fucking crazy.

He rests his forearms on the table, the contours of his muscles evident beneath his shirt.

He then picks up a pencil and spins it skillfully between his fingers. Bet his fingers are skillful. Thea. Like reading my mind. He then brings the pencil to his lips, lightly tapping his lower lip with the pencil's end, his eyes do not stray away from mine as he bites his lower lip.

I knew he could see my heated gaze from across the room. All the while looking at me, he unbuttons the top button of his shirt, and his toned chest peeks at me. I fist the book in my hand.