Cody's P.O.V.
"Are you sure?" A raspy voice responded with an annoyed yes and an apology. "Charlotte, I hope you feel better soon." "Thank you... And, Cody? Promise... Promise you won't come over. If I'm this sick, you'd die..." She giggle weakly. "Well, I don't know, I mean, how else can I give you get well soon gifts?" "I'm not in the hospital, I'm just at home..." "Well, I still can." "Whatever..."I was not ready for today. I hate my classes, they're either boring or the teacher hates me (cough cough Dean). I know he hates me, he thinks it's my fault Charra dumped him. I'm sure of it. Whenever he looks at me, I see disappointment only. Not in me, that it had to happen. I hate it.
I walked around the school a few times, I couldn't be the first in Dean's class. Though, I was only the seventh. He noticed me. He ignored me, mostly. Though, while walking around, preparing, he dropped something on my desk. It was a note for me, it said if I thought it appropriate, he wanted to ask about Charlotte after school. I just went to him. The people already there didn't sit too close to his desk. I asked what he wanted to know. He was sure not happy I was putting him on the spot, he looked weary and sad. "Well... What are you two?" He whispered. "Charlotte and I are a couple," I reply plainly. "And I love her." He looks away sadly, it made me sad too. He had his heart ripped out and that was just rubbing it in. I had to give some consolation. "But," I continued, he looked at me with hope, "she told me that because of you she can't love me. Not yet. She isn't ready." "Well, I... I'm sorry to hear that. You must be disappointed." "No you're not," I remark. "You're happy she still loves you, why would you be sorry she doesn't love me?" "Oh, come on, shut up." Yes, my teacher really told me shut up. Though, I guess these circumstances are quite different. "Lie to my face and tell me to shut up? What sort of teacher are you?" I joke. He sighs, chuckles quietly and mumbles "you are something else, Cody..."
Dean seemed a little less mad at me today, I guess what I told him helped. It was nice, not being glared at angrily the whole time. I still couldn't really pay attention to my TEST, though. I noticed exactly what Charra had said, and I absolutely hated myself for seeing it. His face had a perfect symmetry, minus a Marylyn Monroe beauty mark. How his face, no, his whole body was proportioned perfectly. How his hair was not the slightest bit messy as always. I hated to admit it, I didn't want to think it. This man is absolutely gorgeous.
Not too far into class, I noticed some things I wished I didn't. Charra and Jaden would never let me live it down. The first of the two was embarrassing to me. The second would be to the other party involved. I sort of hoped for their sake that no one else noticed. The first I noticed mortified me to no end. I finally understood Charra's fascination with Dean's ass. The second one was worse. I noticed that for most of the class, Dean had a boner.
I didn't want to care, I didn't want to want to know why. But I did. Charlotte wasn't there. The person he loved and lusted for was not the cause of his erection. So what could it be? There's no one even remotely the same 'type' as her in this class. Sure, there are pretty and kind girls, but the pretty ones have the ugly personalities.
When I wasn't focused on Dean's body, I was focused on his mind. How sad he must have been his love had to end things simply because of how they met. It's sad, really. It's unfair. But there's nothing I could do. Except speak my mind. When I finished to the best of my ability, I wrote a brief letter to him, saying how sorry I was that he had his heart broken and that I would answer any questions I could if he ever wanted to ask. I waited until after the bell rang to put it on his desk. I started to walk out before he started to read it. "Cody?" He spoke, I stopped and turned to him. He gave a warm smile and mouthed the words 'thank you'.
This is rock nation
Sean Paul give it up to me
Timmer name
Jerica
YOU ARE READING
Porcupinegirl787@yahoo.com
RomanceFor mature readers Explicit sexuality and language For over a year I've had these recurring dreams. I would wake up, go to my computer, check an email I don't really possess, then go to a house to be fucked by my sexy-ass math teacher. But every mo...