Bad Boy Fanatic

My wire rimmed glasses threatened to slip off my diminutive nose for the umpteenth  time since day. I groaned and swiped left and right with my pen as I jotted down notes from Mr. Lockett as he explained the Formalist's' Revolution to us. 

Now I was no nerd, but I wasn't about to fail his class this year and go to summer school. I shuddered at the thought and ignored the tap on my shoulder.

"Alex!" a female voice screeched in my ear, causing me to whip around to glare.

It was Janie Trainor, my best friend. 'Are you even listening?" She demanded and at my confused look, she rolled her eyes and gestured to the ceiling.

There was a speaker at the corner of the class that normally announced notices from our principal-

"Alexandra Hale is to report to the principal's office immediately."

My eyes widened. 

Shit.

I thought of every bad thing I'd done over the past week. Maybe someone had seen me ditch school on Wednesday and reported it to the principal. Or was it when Janie and I were sharing blunts at the back of the school? 

She shrugged in answer to my still-confused look. I got up numbly and looked back at her. Wait, if it was the blunt thing he would have called Janie's name as well.Right?

I tugged at the hem of my extremely short black mini skirt and closed the top button of my tight blue shirt.  I patted my black hair that fell down into my back and fixed my glasses again.

The middle-aged secretary, Mrs. Kiln, smiled at me, confusing me even more. I was definitely not the smartest kid in school,  not even close. So why was I here?

"Um, why am I here?" I asked her just as the door to the office opened.

"Ms. Hale," Principal Franklin said briskly and ushered me inside. He eyed my outfit with disapproval and I could not resist an eye roll.

"Yes, Principal Franklin?"

He ran a hand through his thin gray hair and gestured to the side of his office. I turned to look and my mouth went dry.

Holy Fuck.

I probably stopped breathing for an eternity when I locked gazes with the most beautiful blue gray eyes ever.

I wanted to pant and fan myself because boy, was he hot.

A lock of his jet black hair fell over his forehead as he regarded me with polite disinterest before focusing on Principal Franklin.

I was a little put out by how he dismissed me to focus on Principal Franklin. I spun to face the principal, trying not to remember just how snug his white T shirt fit across his well defined chest.

"That is Cole Diamond," Principal Franklin informed me. "Mr. Diamond, please meet Ms. Alexandra Hale."

"Alex," I muttered out of habit. I hated hearing  my full name.

I turned around to meet Cole officially and caught him staring at my butt even as I turned around. 

Secretly I was pleased that he found my ass attractive but we were in the principal's office. I cleared my throat and he dragged his eyes up to my face slowly, almost lazily with a downright Come fuck me gaze.

One corner of his mouth lifted into a smile and he winked at me. "Nice to meet you."

Dear God!!!!!!!! Was all that went through my mind.

His accent was absolutely enough to make an itch fill my undies. It was a sort of Southern yet filled with a different origin.

I nodded at him and gave him a shy smile, which was unlike me.