MY TEMPTATION

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CHAPTER 2

Stella Cobbins speaking.

To say the weekend went by like a flash was an understatement also I might add I had to again forcefully drag myself from bed to go to the bathroom to get ready to go to Sinclair Lewis Academy, my school obviously.

I take off my clothes dropping them to the ground as I entered my shower.

After showering I wrap my black towel around my body and entered my bedroom, I took my time putting on my uniform because I took my time ironing last night unfortunately.

Looking at the big mirror in my room I wore my white shirt with a blue and blue tie along with my black plaid skirt and my navy blue jacket. I dry my hair with a towel as I brush through it carefully.

I then did some light natural makeup because I want to, but to be honest I like the way I look at people and they start rethinking their life choices I mistakely did to my history teacher and it got awkward.

After doing that I grabbed my bag and phone pulling it out of the charger. I went downstairs and left the house. Normally I would walk to school but not today so I took a cab.While I was in it the driver kept looking at my thighs and it was uncomfortable but I finally arrived at the school and as I hopped out the car I could feel his perverted eyes on my butt.

One my ass is big and yeah I got it from my mom but did he have to publicly ogle my butt like that? No.

Walking through the hallway of my school was a hassle though because one this school is a very huge and prestigious good school like only the chosen ones to get come here and I'm on one of them unfortunately.

Teenagers walked along beside me going about with their very lives, I hear laughters and gossip and other stuff, looking down at my phone I realized my five minutes late to class.

So I kind of speed walked until I reach my class when I entered, I'm hit with the voice of my chemistry teacher Mrs. Pitt.

Her stern annoyed hurts my ears slightly and looked at me , " why are you late again Ms. Cobbins?"

" The hallway was very crowded " I said looking at her.

" Not your best excuse but sit next to Killian" she points in his direction.

Oh and coincidentally this is my fucking enemy, KILLIAN LORENZO FUCKING VOLKOV. I forced a fake smile at the teacher as I walked over to the seat next to him.

Even as I sit I could feel his eyes on me and that smirk.. that smirk I know all too well sits on his stupid face and I just want to punch him in the face but I digress.

Though there's tension because I could feel eyes behind my head, probably girls who are jealous because I get to sit by the heartthrob oh did I not mention he was the school heartthrob?

That's beside the point because sitting next to him feels suffocating and all he does side glance at me while writing. I know I'm hot but you don't have to stare so hard I said in my head obviously.

" Stella " he said in his amused flirty tone.

" What's your issue now? " I said not even bother to look at him.

" You look hot " he said looking at my face trying to gauge my reactions.

I almost smiled but then I remembered I can't show him that I like his compliment so I shrugged.

He just chuckled lowly after before going back to his work. But while I was writing and focusing on the teacher I felt his big hand on my thigh lightly caressing it. My legs tingle slightly but does nothing, then I made the mistake of looking at him because he has that same dumb smirk on his face.

Not only do I want to punch it off his face but I also want to feel his skin and I mentally slap myself in the face for thinking shit like that.

" Why are you touching me?" I said moving his hand to his thigh.

Looking up at him I saw a hint of rage and then it goes away as it appeared which was weird. But then he went back to his usual smirk that can make girls take off the clothes for him.

" I could do what I want and since you're in my space , I can do whatever I want with you plus your thighs are soft I just couldn't resist touching it" he smirked at me looking at me again.

" Did you expect my thighs to be hard?" I said looking at him with frown.

If I didn't know any better I would slap myself publicly for talking to the jerk, but then again my mind likes to back and forth banter. Good part is he never appears in my dreams or my mind, Okay I half lied he did appear in my dream as my husband and I'm almost vomited in the dream.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I forgot to give the little shit a description because he's actually very attractive and good looking but will I tell him that? Hell no.

But he has perfect blue eyes that looks exactly like oceans and clear rivers, his nose is perfect like no other, his damn eyebrows are thicker than mines something I also don't like him for.

His eyelashes are perfectly thick and long sometimes I also wish of sneaking into his house and cutting it off but that's something for another time. He has jet black hair that would make him some would say ethereal. Not only is he tall like 6'2 but he has a body of a god. I saw it when we were at a party where he took off his shirt.

I also saw a girl nose bleed because of it and he just stand there smirking but he also helped the girl. But back to the point he has like eight abs on his toned stomach. Sometimes I wish he was ugly so I could hate him a little more.