His Temptation (18+)

Chapter 2: A Group Project

Following the weekend, Monday came in two very short days. A Saturday filled with activities and a Sunday of doing nothing but homework and prepping for the week.

Wyatt sat in the back of his history class with Nolan as he normally did. Students were filing in and he watched them one by one as if he were waiting for someone.

As soon as Frankie came in, he sat up straight in his seat and he noticed his eyes were following her. He didn't like this newfound intrigue that his body seemed to have for her. Wyatt didn't know what was going on with himself. He'd caught himself thinking about Frankie on numerous occasions over the weekend. He knew it was odd since no other girl had ever been stuck on his mind so persistently.

Wyatt simply squinted his eyes and watched the way she walked to her desk in the front near the window.

He took notice of her white dress that was speckled with small flowers. The blush pink cardigan she had on over top and the white matching sneakers she was wearing. Her hair was worn down but it was styled unusually for her. She had two small braids in the front with little ribbon bows on the ends of them.

If she wasn't dressed like a geriatric woman, she was dressed like a little kid.

Wyatt thought back on what Nolan had said in the basement on Friday night. He wondered what she would look like in the attire of his classmates. Less coverage like shorter skirts, lower cut tops, and tighter fabric wouldn't do her justice. This didn't stop his curiosity about her body and what lay beneath the sheets of clothes she wore day in and day out.

He continued to watch as she daintily brushed her hair back off her shoulders and tucked it behind her ears. She leaned over into her book bag and grabbed a folder along with some lined paper. Just as she sat back up, Frankie looked back at Wyatt confused after sensing his eyes on her.

Wyatt quickly looked away and began to pay attention to their teacher. She was walking up and down the aisle of desks, talking about how disappointed she was in their last test.

"The only person who seemed to take the last chapter seriously was Miss Ramsey," she said.

Then Wyatt rolled his eyes. Of course she'd be the only one able to ace what seemed like an impossible test. The rest of the class got nothing more than seventy percent. Perhaps praying beforehand wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Round of applause for Saint Frankie, everyone. Maybe if we all stop having sex and pray like Saint Franks, we'll all pass next time," Nolan began clapping as he teased her in front of their classmates.

Frankie slunk down in her seat leading Wyatt to feel kind of bad for her. He could tell that she wasn't fond of the nickname when she frowned to herself. The rest of the class continued to laugh at her expense.

"Quiet down, class." The teacher snapped. "Nolan, make your way to the principal's office."

Nolan pat Wyatt on the shoulder as he shuffled out of his desk. On the way out, he gave Frankie a mean-spirited smirk before leaving.

"Like I said... I hope you will take this next unit more seriously since we are moving on to World War II." The history teacher continued, "Since no one seems to be able to pass anything individually, your first project will be assigned to you in pairs. I'd like everyone to break off before I explain any further."

Wyatt remained seated as the rest of the class scrambled around. He watched as his peers found their best friends or the next best thing in class. They squeezed their desks together and chattered in excitement, prepared to spend the next couple of weeks working with each other.

The teacher looked at Wyatt and then to Frankie who was still sitting at her desk all alone. Frankie looked around the room like a lost little girl in search of her mother. It was obvious from her lack of communication with everyone that she didn't have any friends.