Mr.James *UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION*

Chapter 3- Detention

Jazmin's Pov

I went back to my seat and just sat there staring and Mr.James. God, he was sexy. Just I felt a sliver of drool start to dribble out of my mouth I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I swiped away the drool quickly and looked at the girl sitting beside me.

"Hey, can I just say that was awesome. Anyone who can kick Zander's ass on their first day and barely get in trouble is good in my book. He total ass but your the only one who's given him a well needed ass whooping. Who are you?" She said enthusiastically, but not annoyingly so. "I'm Jazmin. Hey. Ava, right?" I asked. "Well, actually it's Havana but, yeah, everyone just calls me Ava," She said. "Cool. All my friends just call me Jazzy." I told her. "Jazzy. I like that, it's... Jazzy. I Dig the dye." She said. "Dye? Oh, uh thanks." I said, running a hand through my hair. "But seriously that was bad ass." She said. I blushed.  She looked down at my shoes. "Oh. My. God. I love those! Where did you get them?" She asked. "From the main street mall in Phoenix." I said. The classroom buzzed with quiet conversations. I looked up at Mr.James. "You shouldn't worry about him. He's usually cool. I think he's just in a bad mood." She said. "That is a beautiful necklace." She said. "Thanks. My mom gave it to me a long time ago." I said. "Ava." Someone called from in front of us. "Oh, this is Kevin," She said pointing a boy in front of us. "Sup," He says smiling at me, losing all interest in whatever he'd called Ava for. "Where'd you transfer from?" He asked. "Velroy high in Washington, D.C," I told him. "Washington, D.C...Nice," He says with another smile. "Yeah. I went to the white house easter egg hunts every year." I told him. " That is dope as hell. So, tell us something about yourself, D.C." He said. "I can sing," I told him. "Really?" He asked like it was a surprise. "Do it," He said. "Sing? Right now? I can't. I have stage fright." I told him. "Good for you we're not on a stage." He said with a smirk. "You know what I mean asshat," I said. "Language Ms. Michaels." Mr.James said from the front of the class. "Didn't you just curse at Zander?" I asked. "That's different, i'm a grown man and your not." "Your right, i'm almost grown woman." I said. He glared at me. "Sorry, sir." I said. I swear I heard him groan. "Sing." He said. "No," I said. "Sing." Ava said. "No, not you too." I said. "Please." She said. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "Maybe she just can't do it." kevin said. "That is so...weak." I said. "I have a guitar if you want to play it while singing." Said a boy that was sitting beside blake. "Who even are you?" I asked. "Blake Laden." He said. He had a snapback covering his short black hair and a mockingbird tattoo on his neck. "Is there anyone else who wants to introduce themselves randomly?" I asked. "Since your asking, I'm Kailani." This pretty girl said behind me. "And I'm her twin brother Kailas. We're the Kail Twins. Your cute." He said. My face flushed. "Thanks?" I said unsurely. "You know there's a good trick to fight stage fright." He said. "Picture everyone in their underwear? I've tried it and it did not end well" I said, shuddering. "Nope. closing your eyes and imagining yourself alone. Just shut out everyone out and focus on the song" He said. He picked up his guitar and handed it to me. "Try it," He said. I took the guitar in my hands. I took a long sip of sprite "Okay," I said. "Yeah!" Kevin roared. "Keep it down, guys." "What are you gonna sing?" Blake asked. "Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean. My mom's favorite." I told him. I started to strum the guitar, playing the acoustic melody of thinkin bout you. I started of with the chorus first and then sang the starting lines and the rest of it through. When I opened my eyes to dropped jaws and widened eyes. Even Mr.James had come to listen. "Jazmin your voice is beautiful!" Ava said. "Damn Jazz, that was awesome. I felt like was at a concert. When you get discovered promise you'll give me free tickets to all your shows." Blake said. "Yeah, whatever." I said dismissively. "That was wonderful Ms. Michaels. You should consider competing in the talent show." Mr.James said. "You could use what I recorded as your audition." Ava said. "Wait,you recorded that? First of all, delete that and second, thanks but, no thanks." I told her. "Why?" Ava and Blake asked in unison. "Because I have stage fright and people are going to think its a little weird if I sing with my eyes closed. Plus I'm not that good." I told them. "Oh come on! Your amazing!" Blake said. "Alright. Would you be willing to put it up for a vote?" Blake asked. "No," I said. Ava opened her mouth to argue the bell rung. "Gotta go. Gotta go find my class." I yelled to them as I rushed out of the class. Ava lead me through the rest of the day, since we had all the same classes, meaning she could badger me about auditioning for the talent show. We were in sixth period. I texted my brother that I had detention. He called me. "Why?" "This guy was being really pervy so I had the defend myself." I told him. "Mm-hmm. When should I pick you up?" He asked. "I don't know. I'll text you when I know. I gotta go the bell's about to ring." I told him. "I love you, bye," He said. "Love you, too," I told him then hung up. "Jazzy, please. Just let me give them the video. If you still don't want to do it then you don't have to," She said. the bell rang. "Go ahead. But I'm not going to want to do it." I told her. I found-stumbled- my way back Mr.James room. "Ms.Michaels. in the front row, please." I sat in the seat in front of his desk. "Mr.James, i'm sorry about today in class." I said. "It's alright. Mr.Dannifer needed his ass kicked." He said. This gave me a chance to evaluate him again. He was indeed sexy, and quite young looking. "Mr. James, how old are you?" I asked. "22. I graduated college early," He said. "Oh," I mumbled. His button-up was now undone showing strong yet lithe muscles. I could see a black tattoo Of whirling lines just under it. He caught me staring and smirked. "Does that bother you? It's just a little hot in here." He asked. "No, it's fine. It's just the tattoo's." I said.

"Oh." He said, sadly. "No, they're awesome but you have so many." I said. "They all mean something." He said. He came over, turned a seat around and sat in front of me. The arm of his button-up slipped down showing a blue eye just like his except this one was glowing. I could've sworn it looked like a... "Merus eye." I mumbled out loud unconsciously. "What 'd you say?" He asked. "Nothing. What does that one mean?" I said pointing and the glowing eye on his bicep. He smiled. "It's uh...it symbolizes my mother and that she's always watching over me. She had the most beautiful blue eyes." He said. "Like yours." I mumbled to myself. "Yeah." He said chuckling. My cheeks burned in embarrassment. Ut sometimes when she would sit in the window and read the sun would shine on her and it looked like they glowing. "Glowing sea pearls" my dad called them." James said, looking at the tattoo and I could almost swear his eyes were glowing. He looked at me. "Why're looking at me like that?" He asked. "I could have sworn your eyes were, you know what, nothing. Um, what time is detention over?" I asked. "5:30," He said. I looked at my phone. It was just hitting 3:30. "Two Hours. I can do two hours." I mumbled to myself. "Hey, Mr.James?" I called up to him. "Yeah?" He said. "I really am sorry about today." I said. "It's okay. As long as you don't do it again." He said, chuckling. I pulled out my sketchbook and started putting finishing touches on my fox drawing. I got so into it I hadn't noticed Mr.James had drifted over. "Wow. Is there anything you can't do?" He said chuckling. I jumped stupidly. "Oh, thanks," I mumbled, blushing. "May I see?" He asked. "Yeah," I said handing him the sketchbook. He flipped through the pages admiring the weird drawing including my almost done fox. "These are amazing, Ms.Michaels." He said. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Please just call me Jazmin or Jazzy. Ms.Michaels makes me sound like a middle-aged woman." I told him. "Let's make a small deal. When we're alone we call each other by the first names but when we're in the class last names," He said. "Okay. What's your first name?" I asked. "Stephen but you can call me Steph or just call me James," He said with a smirk. He handed me back my sketchbook. "Steph. Sexy," I said without thinking. He laughed his sexy ass laugh. "I'm glad you think so. I was just beginning to think that Stephen was an ugly name," He said chuckling. I pulled my phone but then a Mr.James-Steph-for visual permission. He nodded but put a finger to his lips, his sexy lips. Oh my god, am I really checking out my teacher? I texted ben that detention was over at 5:00. "Kay," He replied. I started to drawn again. after a minute I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up and caught him staring at me. He looked away quickly, in time enough to not see me blush. The time seemed to drift by. My phone buzzed in my pocket. "Gotta go in early. Can I pick you up early?" Ben had texted. "No. I'll get in trouble. I can get a ride" I replied. "Kay. Text me if you can't." He texted. "Kay," I replied. "Crap." I muttered to myself. "What's wrong?" Steph asked. "I don't have a ride home," I told him. "I could give you a ride," He said. "No, it's okay. I'll just call an uber." I told him. "I can't let you call an uber for a ride home from school," He said. "Okay." I murmured. I looked at the time. it was 4:57. I pulled my stuff together. The clock finally hit 5:00. "You ready?" Mr. James asked as he grabbed his stuff. "Yeah. you know I really just call a friend, I don't want to bother you." I told him. "It's completely fine. come on," He said. I followed him out to his car. He lead me to a 2017 Mercedes-Benz E-class. "This is your car?" I asked. "Yeah. I worked at a private school before this and they paid well," He said. "With a baby like this they sure as hell do," I said. He smiled. He unlocked the doors and I slid into the passenger's seat. When he started the car in purred like a kitten getting rubbed behind the ear. "Do you mind if I make a stop, I won't be long and it's important," He said. I just nodded. "I promise we won't be long" He said "Okay," I simply replied. "Good. Buckle your seat belt. I gonna go a little fast," He said. I put on my seatbelt and tightened it up a little. He looked at me with a smirk just before he stepped on it.