Incubus

| Four |

A sigh escaped through my parted lips as Mrs. Jackson carefully sauntered up to the front of the small classroom. The click of her heels against the hard floor was something I was accustomed to hearing, yet it irritated me more every time I heard it. Finally she arrived at her destination and waited for my fellow grade twelves to calm down. Brittle, grey hair twisted into a knot on top of her head and thin glasses framed her beady eyes.

   Ever since my encounter with the mysterious man two days ago, he had constantly been on my mind. I still didn't know who he was and I deeply regretted not catching his name before he left. I asked my mom about him but she didn't know who I was talking about. Apparently sex god wasn't a sufficient description.

"Okay class, settle down now." Mrs. Jackson scolded and sent us the famous glare I looked forward to seeing every day. "As you all know, I will be retiring tomorrow and in effect you will need a new teacher." she paused to inhale a shaky breath and clear her throat before continuing. "I have been looking through my choices of replacements and am very pleased with one of them. In fact, I was so pleased, that I allowed him to come and meet you today, to see how well behaved you all are." she finished, eyes narrowed to crinkled slits.

I was glad she was leaving, the old bat didn't lay off us. Plus, I was scared she was going to collapse on the floor in front of us and die. Her physical health wasn't very good and in my opinion, her mental state wasn't that stable either.

"Mr. Smith, you may come in now." she called out sweetly, adjusting the thin bun on top of her head. I almost gagged at her attempt to look attractive. I rolled my eyes in annoyance just as the door opened.

My breath caught in my throat. The man was clad in a blue cotton shirt which sleeves covered his toned arms all the way to his wrists and tucked into a pair of black pants that graced his long legs. He was tall. Very tall. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. His heavenly golden hair was styled precisely; a fine strand cut across his strong, arched eyebrow. His eyelashes so thick they'd make any girl envious. And then his eyes- a vivid baby blue filled with great intelligence and experience. His full lips were drawn in a straight line across his face, which was set in a serious expression. He had distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw, his pale skin made him look devilishly handsome. I blinked a few times, uncertain of the existence of such a beautiful being.

I snapped out of my revere as his velvety voice filled the room.

"Hello, class. My name is Mr. Smith and I will be your teacher for the remainder of the year." he introduced himself, those eyes scanning the classroom until his analyzing gaze settled on me. My heart raced as his eyes pierced into me, leaving me flustered and confused. Those eyes looked familiar.

"Do you have any questions for me?" he asked, as he studied me with piercing scrutiny. I felt like he was looking into my soul. I sunk slowly in my seat; I felt like I was melting.

Unexpectedly a tingly sensation began to spread throughout my entire body and I flushed with sudden warmth. Glancing curiously around the room, I attempted to find out if anyone else looked warm, but most of them were huddled into their sweaters. A single bead of sweat trickled down my spine.

I started to fan myself with my folder, desperate to get the heat away. My panties began to become wet, leaving me squirming in my seat.

Shit! He's not that attractive, is he?

My attention was diverted back to the front of the room as he began to speak again.

"No, no, Mrs. Jackson, it's completely fine. To answer your question," he paused and sent a smirk in my direction, causing me to widen my eyes in surprise.

Wait, someone asked him a question? Why is he smirking at me? He can't know I'm wet, right? My paranoia set in. I was really not with it today.

"No, I'm not single." At that statement my excitement faded and I slumped in my seat like a deflated ballon; becoming uninterested in the conversation and a taken man.

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"Brielle! Sit up straight and act like a proper lady." Mrs. Jackson scolded me. My chin slid off my hand and my spine quickly straightened up. I almost fell asleep for a minute there. I was glad I didn't though, 'cause the consequences would have been terrible.

I had to go to a private school because my behaviour wasn't satisfactory, according to my mother. I was convinced the main reason was because she was forced to go to one when she was my age as well. I was just glad that there weren't any boys here because if there was that would've been embarrassing with the whole.. spanking thing.

"Yes. Sorry, Mrs. Jackson." I apologized quietly, fully aware of everyone's stare on me. Oh, and there was another great thing about this school, we get spanked sometimes if we're bad.

Note the sarcasm.

So we all try our hardest to be perfect little angels, which is pretty hard considering we are a school full of delinquents.

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"Bella, you have no idea how much I miss you." I whined into my phone and kicked a nearby peddle. The school day had passed by dreadfully slow and now I found myself in a Starbucks lineup leaving another voicemail to my best friend who was abroad. "I have so much to tell you," I smiled, thinking about the blond stranger I met at the masquerade ball. "Please call me back when you can. Love you." I hung up just in time to place my order.

"Hey," I smiled politely before glancing up at the menu. Starbucks was my hands down favourite place to go for cold drinks. If I was in the mood for something hot, I'd go to Second Cup to get their heavenly white hot chocolate. Currently, I wanted something cold and I knew exactly what to get.

"It seems you have an admirer," the worker grinned, interrupting my train of thought. My eyebrows raised at his remark.

"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion.

"The man in front of you bought a venti strawberry açai refresher for you." he explained and handed it to me. "Did you know him?"

I grabbed the pink drink and stared at it in confusion. "I don't know," I shook my head, "I was on the phone I didn't notice who was in front of me."

Whoever it was had gotten me the drink that I ordered every single time I go to Starbucks. The only other person besides me who knew my order was Bella, and she currently wasn't even in the country.

"Well he was cute," he winked. "Have a nice day, hun."

"Thanks, you too." I smiled before slowly exiting the store. Curiosity burned within me. Who had gotten me that drink? It certainly wasn't cheap so it would've been nice to at least thank whoever bought it.

Was it just a coincidence that they bought my favourite drink or did they know it was my usual order?

Perhaps it was a question I'd never receive an answer to.