Angel’s P.O.V.
Sighing, I peeked at the clock and smiled. Only two more minutes until I would get out of here. My left hand rested on my thigh, hiding my iPhone, as I waited for a text message to come through.
My eyes went back to Ms. Hanson, as she lectured Jack Davis about sleeping in her class.
“I have you told you over and over again, Mr. Davis…” I blocked her out.
Buzzz buzz.
I glanced down.
We R here bitch.
I raised my hand. “Excuse me, Ms. Hanson?”
Ms. Hanson looked at me. “Yes, Ms. Mortel?”
“I’m not feeling too good. May I go see Nurse Jenkins?” I asked, holding my stomach.
She sighed. “Very well. Go ahead.”
I grabbed my bag, flung it over my shoulder and almost ran from the room.
The hallways were empty as I walked swiftly down them, to my locker. I spun in the combination and grabbed the small black duffel bag in there and closed the locker.
I ran to the nearest girl bathroom and checked under the stall doors before going into the big one and lock the door.
I unbuttoned my white blouse and pulled it off. I rummaged through my duffel bag and pulled out a black T-Shirt that said, Bite Me, and pulled it on. I slipped out of the hideous blue plaid skirt I was forced to wear at the school and put on my black leather skirt and I traded my brown loafers for a pair of studded black boots.
I stuffed my uniform into the duffel bag and unlocked the door.
I quickly applied some black eyeliner and mascara and pulled my black hair out of its ponytail and let if fall loosely down to my waist.
I peeked out into the hallway and slipped out of the bathroom.
Glancing over my shoulder, I turned at a corner and walked right into someone.
Cursing silently, I looked up and lost my breath.
Standing right in front of me was the sexiest man I have ever seen.
He was tall, at least 6 foot 3, dark brown hair that was cut short and a bit spiky. His eyes were a deep green and they sparkled.
I gulped as my eyes found the small white cross pinned above his heart, symbolizing that he was a teacher.
He smiled. “Going somewhere?” Oh my God. His voice…deep and seductive.
“I…I uh…” I couldn’t think.
He chuckled. “What is your name?”
“Angel,” I muttered, knowing what was coming next.
“Follow me,” he said.
Sighing, I followed him down the hall, past the cafeteria, and to a small office.
He opened the door and let me enter first.
I looked around. It was a good size. A brown desk sat in the corner, scattered with papers, a big plump red chair sat to the left and a small brown couch was in front of the desk.
