The Teacher's Pet (Original)

1. Something New

I stood there, in the middle of the hall. Listening to his words; they stung and tore at me.

"Elizabeth, I'm done with you. What don't you get? You were just my muse. Look, we had good times during the summer, but you couldn't possibly think we would last the whole year."

My silence was plenty to answer the question. He smirked, "No, you didn't? But you did. That's great."

I chewed the inside of my cheek. Tears welled in my eyes. How could he be so cruel? I adored him and took care of him.

He merely chuckled and patted my head. "Lizzy, I'm sorry. I thought I made it clear; we weren't anything official."

Then he swiftly turned in the empty hall and walked out the exit. He just lefted me alone with my tears.

This is the worst first day of school. Thank God he didn't do this when school was still going.

We were the last students in the school, except the staff. But they weren't around; they were in their class rooms behind closed doors.

I let maybe two tears slip from my eyes but then hastily wiped them away.

I turned to go back up to my locker. I forgot my Victoria's Secret "Pink" sweat shirt.

When I retrieved it from the blue locker. I heard a grunt of struggle. It was rough. From a male.

I rounded the corner to find the grunts source. It was a young male. His hands filled with files and a box. The files were on top of the box and started to slide off.

I jumped forward to catch them just in time, but some of the files weren't saved. They slapped the freshly waxed floor.

Not bothering to look at the male, I gathered them back up neatly.

"Here you are. I hope I got all of th-" I stopped talking as my emerald eyes skimmed his figure and face.

He was 6ft something and lean. Broad shoulders, strong jawline, stuble appearing along it. Neatly trimmed Carmel hair. With a pair of Amber eyes that were behind glasses.

Call me crazy and arrogant but I'm pretty sure he was checking me out as well. Which made me uneasy.

My black rib length hair was pushed to one side. My loose natural waves pored over my shoulder. My snug shirt felt snugger and my cleavage felt showier than I meant.

I finally broke the silence. "I'm Elizabeth Stone." I smiled nicely. He blinked and then cleared his throat. "Hello, Elizabeth. I'm Jacob Sparks."

Oh god, his voice is like nectar. It sent shivers down my spine.

"Nice to meet you Jacob, here are the files you dropped." I extended my hands forward. "Auh, thanks. Could you actually carry them with me to the History room?" He said.

"Of course. Lead the way." I said shyly.

He led me to the History room down the hall to the right. I opened the door for him.

Once we were in the class room he set the box down. Then took the files from me. In the doing his fingers grazed mine and shocks went up my arm.

"Thank you Elizabeth, very much so." He said as he put the files into the filing cabinet next to the desk.

Why is he in the History room?

"Anytime Jacob. Well, I've got to get going! See you around maybe?" I asked as I turned toward the door.

A low chuckle made me stop in my tracks. What?

"Don't forget to be prepared when you come to my class, Miss. Stone."

My eyes widened and then my cheeks flushed. He's your History teacher!?

I quickly nodded my head and walked out the classroom.

The guy you were checking out is your freaking History Teacher! Your a horrible person for admiring his looks!