As I made my way down the hall, the sharp click of my heels echoed on the marble floor. There was no surprise—you could hear me coming from a mile away.
The hallway was nearly empty. It wasn’t large, lined with white lockers on both sides and classroom doors firmly closed. The sunlit corridor ended with a bathroom, and in this familiar space, getting lost was impossible.
I knew my history teacher would scold me for being late, so I picked up the pace. Concentrating on not tripping over my own feet, I was startled by the sound of footsteps approaching.
I looked up, alarmed, but that feeling quickly melted away. My eyes landed on a set of lush, hazelnut-brown curls.
An unexpected urge surged through me—I wanted to run my hands through them—but I quickly dismissed the thought. My gaze traveled to his light brown eyes, deep and full of secrets.
I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering over his baby face, trying to piece him together like a puzzle.
He looked Portuguese, maybe part Spanish. His tall, six-foot frame complemented his lean build. Not bulky, not thin—just perfect.
His long-sleeved, collared shirt hugged his arms in a way that made my imagination run wild. His slacks fit him impeccably, highlighting his well-shaped figure.
I was frozen mid-step, completely lost in the sight of him. I didn’t even realize it until he disappeared into the restroom, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Snapping out of it, I nearly tripped over my own feet, then hurried to history class, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and mixed emotions.
All I could think was, “The things I would do to him…”
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The Principal
RomanceCuriosity killed the cat, but for april bow is it just lust or will it become something more? People always warn you to stay away from things that arent your's, but she wants him so bad.
