MaryJane -» chris brown

1.Brown Eyes

( a/n b4 I start, I gota tel u guyz dat diz is a british book so, evrythng here is in brit slang, bbc it takes part in da uk, so mum means mom, bin means trash, fancy means u like , Ik u ppl ain't dumb so I'm just tellin u da basics, BTW I DNT WRITE LIKE THIS IN THE FANFIC!!!!,dw I obviously use American slang bc Chris will be using a mixture of American / British slang, u can define it if u dk wat it means, ok? ok. thx. some parts are nt accurate bc im still in skool so i wudnt know what college is like)

Brown Eyes

Jasmine's POV

I was walking my way to my school, Silverdale School.Appreciating the mother nature of Sheffield. Just then I get a quick glimpse of a Ferrari 458 Italia 2015.Blink of an eye, it disappears almost as if it were magic.

I look to my watch and see it's almost 7:00 my face widens in realization.I walk a bit faster reaching the gates of my school,relief plastered all over my face.

Quickly remembering my first lesson for Tuesday, anthropology.

I walk to the room where I normally have anthropology.Spotting a seat in the back. I walk carefully on the steps gaining a few wolf-whistles and I roll my eyes inspecting the table and chair as I sat down dropping my Chanel purse.

Everyone chatting away, as I admired my manicured nails.Just then the door swings open, revealing a man in a suit that seems fairly young, everyone lost in confusion.Clearing his voice "Hello students,my name is Mr.Brown I'm pretty sure you've all heard of Mr.Blake." his deep American voice says as he places books and a folder on the table."If not, earlier Mr.Blake left the school due personal reasons,I shouldn't name." he shrugs then says "I will be your anthropology professor." he smiles.

Mr.Brown was the first teacher that wasn't actually British,very thrilling. Why am I saying this? I'm not even fully British, I only lived on England because of my father's mother. My mother was one alarming mother, I ca- Tamara's voice interrupts my thoughts, making me face Tamara, hearing what she's saying.

"La la Mr.Brown how old are you?" Tamara, the greediest girl in the whole school.She bends down a bit more exposing her cleavage and gets interrupted by Mr.Brown.Mr.Brown eyes her appearance then answers quickly.

"Around my 20's.Raise your hands to ask a question or answer my questions." He says then scolds at her.

He opens a folder, calling student's name checking their attendance, me daydreaming when suddenly Mr.Brown loudly says "Jasmine? Jasmine Luvsya!?" I look up to see all eyes were on me.

"Sorry." I say quickly alert. Mr.Brown doesn't say anything and gives us books.

He walks to the steps almost going to my area and my breath quickly hitches on how handsome he is. I sit up straight glancing at him.

he bends down whispering in my ear "Focus a bit more." he says feeling his hot breath on my neck making me get goosebumps

"Yes, sir." I say. Mr.Brown puts the book on my table and silently leaves.

I haven't realized I am the best dressed in this lesson. The boys wore so weird, sagging their pants down,trying to dress like thugs. Wearing white wife beaters and wearing bandannas.

I look at my book then grab a black pen from my pencil case.

In a unfamiliar writing in pink "VERY GOOD" it says and I just smile to myself. Mr.Brown probably checked my book. I see a sticky note saying "explain what Archaeology is" I had no idea what that meant, maybe the fact that I have been absent for quite a while.

I look up to see Mr.Brown's eyes on me, no hesitation, I looked away feeling flattered.

I stare at the sticky note for what seems to be ages, until a voice shook me. "Need help?" Mr.Brown says as he licks his lips, my eyes dozed to his plump lips making me so eager to kiss them.

What was he like when he is kissing someone, he must be a good kisser, those lips are so soft, kissing him probably feels like Heaven, the pleasure and the joy, his lips- my thoughts get interrupted by Mr.Brown softly touching my shoulder.

"Jasmine? You alright?" he says, worry plastered on his face as he looked at me.

"Sorry, sir." I blush then smiled.

"So, do you need help or what?" He chuckles.

Dear god, his laugh can make winter to summer, real quick- stop Jasmine! Focus! I snap to look at Mr.Brown.

"Yes, thank you." I say and he bends down.

"You don't understand the question I asked you?" he says.

"I'm very unfamiliar with this word, sir." I say.

"Oh, the answer is." he stops then whispers in my ear. "Archaeologists study past peoples and cultures." he says as his lips brush against my earlobe earning a gasp from me.

He winks then slowly walks down the steps, leaving me flustered.

I had no idea what that meant, however it was very arousing.

The bell rings signalling students that we have 5 minutes left.

I wrote exactly what he said.

"Alright students, I'll let you go early." boys rush through the door, girls swaying their hips as they exited the room. I quickly grab my purse leaving my book. Walking carefully down the steps.

"Bye, Jasmine." He smiles.

"Bye, Mr.Brown." I say staring at his dark chocolate brown eyes, then exited the classroom.