Slap. He steps back, his hands flying to his cheek. I grin smugly. And make a break for the door, I feel strong arms cup around my waist and pull me away from my exit. 'Shit. Shit. Shit! I'm dead. For real this time, I'm so so sorry Jess.' My back is pressed against his shirt and as he lowers me down I feel his heat radiating on me. I close my eyes, feeling utterly powerless and defence less. 'You can't give up now. He's just a dickhead! Think of Jess, you can't leave her. You PROMISED!' I roll my eyes.
Spinning to face him I open my mouth to lace into him about what I thought of his actions but I'm suddenly pinned against the wall, so close I could hear his breathing, smell his scent. 'Mmm... Mint and freshly cut grass and a sweet aftershave.' I realise I'm gazing into his eyes and my mouth is inches away from his, 'pull yourself together you stupid idiot, don't let him do this.' "Look Mr Johnson was it? I'm not too keen on becoming what Jess is like around you. You can't tame me. So best not to try and if you don't mind I have classes to attend." I secretly high five myself, bringing the classes in should help because he's a headmaster. He smiles slyly. Which doesn't fill me with confidence.
"Ahh that smart mouth. I can think of better uses, and I emailed your teacher, you have me for private study every fifth and sixth period. Where we will study anything you like. I enjoy getting to know my pupils and their interests. So - he says pulling up two chairs across my laptop and lazily sits on the chair. His right leg resting on top of his left knee. 'WTF?? Why are you looking that far into detail. You have to survive the last two periods then get out!' Thankful for that jolt from my tiny me I sit next to him and sigh. "English, sport."
One hour and forty minutes later (yes I count) my class with him was finished. It was still weird that it was in the dorm where the beds and personal things are kept.. Not that there is much I can do about it. But there was something about him. Maybe it's because he is the most legendary supernatural being? Hmm... "Are you listening to me? I am not repeating myself." Oops! What the fuck did he say.. Shall I just say yes and hope it was a question on wether I enjoyed the lesson or not? Worth a try. What else could he have asked? "Yes of course I'm listening and sure." His smile comes to light up his face again but it isn't a nice smile it's a sly, knowing smile that makes me gulp. "Perfect. I'll pick you up at 8pm. Wear a dress, preferably black, it would match your eyes." Without hesitating for me to protest, with effortless grace he is gone.
Leaving me alone, collapsing on my bed I look at my clock. 'Shit only an hour and half to get ready. Better move my ass.' Wearing a short, thigh length, tight fitted dress that showed my body off I slip into my black wedges and straighten my hair which falls down past my breasts to where my rib starts, black eyeliner making my eyes pop out. 'Not going to lie babe you look hot! And he was right about the colour. Although you look mega pale but nothing wrong with that.' A knock at the door pulls me away from my thought. With a sigh I shakily walk to the door. Faking confidence I open the door. And his face is one that makes me smirk. 'Best reaction ever!' Mr Johnson's eyes had widened and his jaw had dropped as he hungrily took in my appearance.
