Living With The Emerson Girls

Chapter 9

~Zachary's Point of View~

I felt my tie becoming disheveled. Her soft hands tousled the fabric of my collar as she pressed her lips forcefully against mine. I pushed her body closer to mine, returning the kiss with the same passion and intensity. Her lips moved in sync with my own, keeping time with me. 

I felt a rush of desire as she pressed her hands against my chest. I leaned down and placed little butterfly kisses on her neck, as she inhaled the scent of my hair. She pulled my face back to hers and looked at me, questioning with her tempting eyes. Yes, yes, yes. 

I closed my own blue ones as my lips collided with hers again, my breathing ragged and in little gasps as she bit my lip, my hands locked on her waist- 

"Zachary, the bell." She was right. A sharp ring pierced my ears. "You should get to class." She said, but something in her expression told me that this wasn't the end. 

"Okay." 

"See you later." She released my tie, and walked away to her next class, leaving me breathless. 

***** 

I groaned mentally as I trudged into my next class, the feel of her lips still lingering on mine. Physics. Maybe it was stupid to kiss her. I don't care. She kissed me.

The sciences have never been my academic strength. I looked around the room for a potential seat, but all of them were taken, except for the one next to Athena. Her solitary corner in the room seemed to emit some kind of dark signal, driving most people away. 

Except for me apparently, because something possessed me to take a seat, right next to her. 

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the academia prodigies?" She asked, referring to her sisters, which were, in fact, very intelligent. 

"It appears I am an 'academia prodigy' in everything but science. What are you doing here? In a twelfth grade class?" 

Wasn't Athena supposed to be taking regular eleventh grade classes? 

"It's so hard to believe it when Athena's advancing, isn't it?" She remarked cynically. "My father pushed the school board to challenge me a bit. Because I finished summer school with a final grade higher than seventy percent." 

"George Emerson is a powerful name then?" 

"Very." 

"Settle down class. Welcome back from your vacations, which most of you have no doubt spent wasting your lives away in front of a screen, or going out and wreaking havoc." A tall woman who's standing resembled that of a soldier stood to face the class. Her short brown hair bobbed with her as she spoke in an intimidating clear tone of voice. 

"My name is Ms. Carela, for those of you who don't know." She paused, evaluating the group in front of her. 

 "This year, you're going to be working very hard in my Physics class. For those of you who are in the twelfth grade, I'm preparing you for college. For those of you who are in the lower grades, you're getting a head start." Another pause. Her phone went off. "One second." 

A blonde guy in the back row decided to yell out, "Hey what about the no phones during class policy?" He snickered. 

"Be quiet child. I'm communicating with the school administration." She finished typing whatever she was typing and looked up again, which made me noticed how square her jaw was. 

"So. As I was saying, we have a lot to cover in a short time, so we'll be working, working, working like you have no idea. When you get to college and university, you will thank me." She gave us a rueful smile. I gulped. Who was this woman?