Forbidden(ON HOLD)

Chapter Three

You got this Elle, you GOT this. I looked at the silver door handle and i blew out a large sigh. Well here goes nothing... The door squeeked from over-use totally destroying the plan of sucessfully sneaking into class unnoticed; and boy was i noticed. Meeting the eyes of what seemed like hundreds of students made me freeze in my spot, clunching my tote closer to my little body. God i must already look like a damn freak!

The room walls where off-white, and full of tables that could manage only two people. I felt as if almost a hundred eyes where burning holes on the side of my face, and hoped i wouldnt trip as i walsed toward the teacher. The middle-aged man looked up from a booklet, slowly pushing his glasses back to the bridge of his nose.

"Well, look whoes tardy you little tart. Let me see your schedule." Setting the booklet on his desk whilst he roughly tightened his tie on his faded black suit. I unfolded my schedule handing it to him keeping my eyes away from the curious classmates. Overwelming emotions of jeliousy and pure amazement filled me, making me dizzy. Silently wishing the feeling away i tried to focus on the grotesque oversized pimple on my teachers left cheek. I really hated when i randomly got a sense of what people's emotions where around me. Just another one of my 'gifts' the faeries called it. Yeah right, gift my ass.

"Eloise, you can take a seat next to..." The teacher mummbled taking off his glasses and brushing them off on his pants; admiring the class.

"Well the only seat left." He said matter of factly. Bringing the glasses in the air, he inspected for anymore smears on the lenses before he slid them back on.

"Next to Brent. Raise your hand son." He instructed towards the class. A hand popped up in the far back right of the class, but his face hidden by other students. Taking my schedule back from the teacher i checked to see his proper name was Mr.Shanks... Huh, thats really weird. I worked my way through the numerous tables until i found my seat. The seat that was next to the most unbelievable guy i could have ever imagined.

He looked just like him! My mind instantly screamed at me. He looked just like the man from my dream i had.

But that has to be impossible. I mean, i know ive never seen him before, there is no way. This cannot be him, i realised as i got as comfortable as i could in this hard blue chair. Glancing over at him my heart skidded to a stop. His hair was still as dark as ever, even when dry; unlike it was in my dream. Gods, those smothering brown eyes with the tiniest speckles of gold make me want to melt right here, right now.

My eyes trailed further down to make me gawk at how full and plump his lips where. What i would do to lick them just once in my lifetime. His yummy perfect bone structure and his squared jaw. I wander what he looks like topless, not in what he was wearing at the momment; a dark green top with dark jeans and paired with... Boots? Oh so hes a bad boy. Figures.

Snapping myself to reality i noticed i had just been gaping right at this man without even saying a hello! Or a normal, whats up? I just friggen stared him down like a idiot.

Fixing my odd, probably stalker like hunched posture i put on the best, friendliest smile i could manage hoping i didnt just ruin my chance to make another friend.

"Hi!" I chirped.

Brents face contorted to a feral smile, one in which sent chills down my spine. Deep warning bells went off on my head but i quickly ignored them. Ill try again i suppose...

"Whats your name again?" My voice, barally above a whisper. My mind yelled at me in fustration.

"Its Brent, are you deaf?" I froze as he snorted. Dissapointing, he was just downright rude! This buttface, stuck up JERK. Folding my arms, i slumped back into my chair, looking right at Mr.Shanks giving him my full on attention.