TAINTED HEARTS

♡♡CHAPTER SEVEN♡♡ NAUGHTY

Important A/N: I don't mean any disrespect to the Germans with the accent scene in this chapter. If it hasn't occurred to anyone from the first chapter, I do believe that German guys are hot as well as their accent. Now that it's all kristallclear, do enjoy the chapter :)

LAST CHAPTER RECAP: The girls walked hand in hand and pushed through the crowd to Monalisa's locker, where the blonde stood menacingly with her glitz squad. At that time, a warning bell went off in Kylie's head, telling her it was the worst mistake that she could ever make.

-Too bad she didn't listen.

♡♡NAUGHTY♡♡

The school's bell tolled loudly, signalling the time for lunch. Its echo had barely resided before the stampeding sound of students rushing out of their classrooms and their incoherent chatter, filled the halls. Everyone seemed eager to leave....well almost everyone.

Alaric slowly massaged his temples, let out a long exasperated sigh then slumped even lower in his seat. He should be in the teacher's lounge, enjoying his well deserved break after three hours of trying to pound the ways of solving a difference equation into the clueless minds of his students, all while silently praying to God for devine patience and resisting the urge to strangle himself.

Alaric risked a glance at the glowering brunette in front of him, causing yet another heavy sigh to part his lips. He should be basking in the warmth of the admiration from his ever fawning female colleagues, who would relentlessly offer him countless treats to enjoy including the physical kind, which Alaric knew he should indulge in, considering the fact that his right hand and cold showers have been his source of relief for days now, all thanks to a certain person that haunted his dreams.

He should be doing one or more of these things and not sitting back in class because he wanted to spend some time with someone who had made it clear multiple times on different occasions with eye rolls and fake smiles that she wanted nothing more to do with him.

"My brother, Elijah, says that if you sigh too much, you'll blow all your happiness away," Kylie said, using a pencil to trace a pattern on the desk.

Alaric smiled, inwardly whooping for joy. The ice princess walls had finally thawed and the Kylie he longed for had returned. "Those are the words of a wise man," he replied.

Kylie snorted, "I wouldn't call Elijah wise, stupid, sure but wise, nah." She locked her cold gaze on Alaric, "you both fit perfectly into the hot-dumb guys category."

Alaric clasped a hand over his heart, feigning pain, "ouch! The ice princess is back. That's no way to speak to your substitute maths teacher."

Kylie slammed her hands on the desk, jumping up to her feet, "oh Mr teacher, now you realise your role after four days of perpetually mocking me in class. People are not stupid you know, someone's going to put two and two together someday and figure out that there's something more between us. Which let me clarify, does not exist."

Alaric rolled his eyes indignantly, "that's quite the exaggeration. I admit that I might have teased you a bit here and there but saying that I'm perpetually mocking you is way off the charts." He replied, knowingly ignoring Kylie's last comment. His relationship with Kylie couldn't be defined by just Kylie's perspective. It didn't work that way, at least in his books.

"Besides it's your fault for ignoring my calls and never replying my texts. I have to get your attention somehow and it's not as bad as you make it sound."

"Really?" Kylie folded her arms across her chest, "Miz Martinez do you understand. Miz Martinez zit up shtraight in claz. Miz Martinez voult you care to schare your soughts. Miz Martinez I vould like to zee you after ze claz. Miz Martinez blah blah blah," Kylie taunted in the best fake German accent she could do.