Roses Are Red

My Mate The Omega?

In First Period Class...

You were sitting in your assigned seat and was waiting for class to start. You had gotten there early, only a few other people we're in the room. You ignored them doodling in your notebook, they we're laughing and chatting, sitting on desk tops. You were in a relaxed position on your chair, not sitting straight, not until class starts.

Two boys we're play fighting, then chasing each other through the rows of desks. That's until the teacher told them to knock it off when they bumped into a few things creating annoying noise.

You had drawn your name in a design, it looked pretty cool...at least to you.

More people struggled into the door to get into class before the late bell rang.

You finally straightened yourself in your seat to at least seem interested in what the teacher was going to teach. You took your earbuds out and wrapped the wire around your phone. You stuck the device into your jacket pocket and scooted your seat closer to the desk. Only a few stragglers entered after the bell, but they had a late pass, they we're from band and had been putting their instruments away in the band room. The teacher excused them and they walked to their seats. Then that's when the door opened again, you rolled your eyes.

Can this day just be ove-?...

....

A guy walked in hesitantly. He had a red hoodie on, he wore dark jeans and black and white Nike shoes. He had one binder and folder held in his left hand, in his other hand was a sharpened pencil. The class was quiet, only a few remarks were made. He stepped up to the teacher not looking to the other students.

You couldn't see his face, maybe a few tufts of black hair peeking out from underneath the hood, but you could tell his body was athletic, but also lean.

"S-sorry I got kinda lost." He said.

That voice....oh God that voice...

Your eyes widened slightly, your pupils grew a pinch.

His voice was soooooo freakin' sexy, like what the Hell?!

How do you even describe it?!

He shifted on his feet then put his pencil in his left hand. The other hand held a binder and folder. He dug into his Jean pocket taking out a note and crumbled late pass from his thin folder.

The teacher took it quickly and read over the parchment that had been in an envelop.

Teacher: "Alright settle down everyone."

He waited for everyone to be totally silent.

Teacher: "This is, Drake. The new student to our class and this school. Please take off the hoodie...It's a rule."

The teacher walked around like he was giving a speech...well maybe he was-who knows?

You weren't paying attention to him...only the new student.

Drake stood awkwardly in front of everyone looking to the far back wall or to the floor. Now you could see his face...and oh man...he was 'hot' like why are you in this school? Hot. Though cute at the same time. He had big innocent dark brown eyes...

Your vision traveled down, man his skin was lightly tanned-like he had been to the beach recently. Ugh! His lips, you almost slobbered, they looked so kissable and soft, you wanted to bite them for some reason. His cheeks were pink, he was blushing from all the eyes staring.

For some reason, you wanted to just grab him and hide him away, he was yours.

Mine.

You blinked a few times, you were breathing a bit too hard grabbing a few glances from a girl and boy sitting near you.