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Chapter 6

I remember the next day I awoke. I felt different, lighter.
I got ready for school fairly quickly, making sure the smartphone had battery and all my homework was in my backpack.
The housekeeper, Agnes, made sure to discreetly give me some lunch. She also sneaked in some muffins for my breakfast. "You're too thin, my boy. How are you going to concentrate on your tests if you have an empty stomach? You also went to bed really late." Giving me that knowing look. I didn't respond, I just gave her a quick hug and peck on the cheek. She was the only person I could receive some form of wanted affection.

I rushed to catch the school bus, not looking forward to the two mile walk it would take for me to get to school, and feeling relieved when I got there on time. Sitting down at the middle section of it, I felt my phone vibrate. Very discreetly, I pull it out to find a text from Linda.

What the fuck is going on, Lucas? Why do i have this phone with me?

It's a long story, Linda. We need to meet up.

She simply replied with an ok, and I felt myself relaxing. I didn't want to deal with any of this today, especially so early in the morning.
The assignment for my English class was starting to take a toll on me. Due to the last 24 hours, I had started to neglect my school work. Not like it matters much since I was ahead, but I couldn't afford to slack off. Not if I wanted to get a scholarship for college and didn't have to depend on my parents.
I wished to study medicine. Being able to assist those that were in the most need, my one goal.
I knew it was a difficult road, but one I was nonetheless willing to take on. My parents always put me down, saying I was not smart enough for such profession. But it didn't matter to me as much. Over the years I had build a wall so high, most comments of theirs didn't reach me as hard.

I remember that same day I was starting to become restless As time progressed. I got off the bus, making my way to U.S. History, preparing myself mentally for the work. We were almost done with the fall semester, so it mostly consisted of reviewing and making projects. My history teacher was an aficionado for the subject but also against the educational system. He was an oxymoron all on his own, only asking us to study up until the civil war.
He didn't really care about what we were doing that day since he was in a heated argument with the school principal. And as amusing everything was, I couldn't find the normal joy I would normally receive from this.

"What do you mean we have a new student? And even worst, in my AP class? Do you have no consideration on the stress the student will have due to the rigorous material we cover?" Mr.Gonzalez, my teacher, replied in a terse tone.
"Look, Mr.Gonzalez, she's very bright, I'm sure she'll be fine. Besides the history doesn't change regardless of the state she's coming from. " the principal replied in a bored attitude.
"That was the most ignorant statement I have ever heard, Mr. Hank." And with those words the eyes of the principal bulged out, but my teacher wasn't done yet, "You do not take into consideration just how difficult AP classes are. You seem to be more focused on your dear football stadium than on the future leaders of this country. But if you were to only sit one day in this class, you would be eating that fancy new grass from your stadium as well as your ignorant words." Mr. Gonzalez was spitting fire, yo! My snarky brain commented.

"Mr. Gonzalez, your new pupil will arrive any minute now, I shall take my leave." And with that Mr. Hank walked away.
"I'm gonna have a heart attack one day." Mr. G muttered.
A few moments later a knock resounded. And I swore that's when my breath was knocked out of my lungs. She was beautiful, perfect even.
I heard a collected number of people gasping and muttering but I didn't pay any attention to anything but her.
Her brown hair was long, reaching to her waist and landing in soft waves. Her lips were full and pouty, and her skin was a soft porcelain color. But her freckles that adorned her cheeks and small button nose was a delicacy I would never be able to deny. But when she looked up, her deep rich brown eyes were arguably her best attribute since they were so round and big, it honestly felt like I could drown in them. Lashes so long, but I started to look at her in more detail.
She was taller than average, maybe 5 foot 7, slim yet curvy in all the right places, covered by some skinny jeans, and a black blouse with some red loafers.
But what shocked me the most was when I got a fucking boner. Out of all times, and with a girl, no less, I felt mortified.
She made eye contact with me, and a small blush covered her pale features, and I'm pretty sure I was red as fuck.
How the fuck do I get rid of this? I never get boners, ever. Not like this anyway. Only when I wake up, and that's due to science not because of my libido. That shit was nonexistent for me. And here I am getting one for a stranger.
"So I hope you're prepared to work harder than most. I'll be right back with your studying material. Please take a seat next to Lucas. Lucas please raise your hand so Anastasia can sit right next to you." And that's when the teacher walked out, leaving me mortified with a raging hard on.
"Hi, I'm Anastasia," she said in a deep rich tone. Feminine and enchanting all at the same time.
"Lucas" was my terse reply. I was fucking confused. How?
"It's nice to meet you, Lucas. How's this class?"
"It's not so bad, the teacher makes it interesting," i was not down for conversation but i guess Anastasia had other plans.
"I'm sorry if I sound too forward but would you be able to show me around? I'm afraid I didn't get a tour before coming today. And I'm afraid I'll get lost in this big school. You see where I'm from the school was really small and everyone knew each other."
And that's when she stopped talking," sorry I'm rambling. I do that when I'm nervous." Her big eyes were like an open book, I could see just how nervous she was.
"It's ok, don't worry. I understand and yes I'll show you around. " my voice cracked in the middle of my response, I felt heat creep up my face. This was mortifying. I was trying to calm myself, making sure my hardness was covered with my sweater.
"Thanks." Was her reply followed by a smile.
And that's when the teacher walked in, and started to explain how the class was to Anastasia. I zoned out for a better part of it. Mostly focused on remaining calm.
By the time class ended, I collected all my stuff, and asking her if she knew what was her next class. She had psychology while I had art. I walked her to it, while having small talk about the school, and completely aware of how guys were doing a double take. I couldn't blame them, really. Before she went to her class she asked if she could get my phone number. I was feeling a little hesitant due to the phone not being mine, but that's when the warning bell rang and she quickly scribbled her number in a piece of paper and gave it to me. She went in, leaving me clutching the piece of paper, and walking to my class.
Most of the morning was spent me being in a daze. By the time lunch came, I made my way to the library as per usual, trying to catch up on my English assignment before I went to that class. My classes in the afternoon were a little more challenging since I was taking an all AP schedule and unfortunately that's when all the classes took place for me. By the time English came, my last period I was exhausted.
But something, or rather someone, woke me up really quick. It was the count. He was in the teacher's desk, sitting down with a book in his hand.

We made eye contact, and I felt as if everything inside me shifted. I felt nauseous for some reason. By the time everyone arrived, he got up from his chair and walked towards the center of the class.
"Hello, my name is Mr. Edwards. I will be your substitute teacher for the remainder of the semester. I was left instructions by Mrs. Johnson to let you guys work on your own, apparently you guys are writing a paper and to just let you continue."

While he was giving his little monologue all the girls in the class were basically undressing him with their stares. He was very handsome after all, dressed in a polo shirt and tight khakis, his body was accentuated in all the right places.
He made his way to his desk, which was three feet away from mine, and sat down, not making eye contact until he pulled out his phone as if waiting for something.
And I soon found out why, it was a text from him.

Close your mouth, Lucas.
C.

I looked up, he was smirking. And I'll be damned, my heart was beating like crazy.

I heard the door open and close, not even looking to see who it was. I just kept looking at the text on my phone.

"Hi, Lucas. How are you?" Fuck, it had to be Anastasia. Just when I couldn't be more mortified with everything.

"Hi, Anastasia. I'm fine, and you? How has the first day treated you?" I knew I was blushing hardcore because my face felt hot as fuck.
"It has been fine, thanks. Is it possible for you to tell me what we're supposed to do? And I was wondering why you hadn't text me. " her eyes were questioning me, as if seeking answers.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, my phone didn't have charge."

She gave a small laugh and I went on to explain the assignment, I asked her if she had a book and she said no. I then told her she could go get a copy at the library.
"Sir, is it possible for me to go to the library?" Anastasia asked the count, or Mr. Edwards in this case.

"Sure, don't take too long though." Was his bored reply.

I turned around to see his face and I cowered on the inside. He had a stony look, and his eyes were holding a raging storm on the inside.
"Lucas, is it?"
I simply nodded.

"Ok, is it possible for you to meet me outside? I need a little hand with some supplies that I need to get."

"Uhh sure, sir."

And with that we walked out, feeling the icy tension between us. I didn't understand why.

"You can use that phone to message others, Lucas. I gave it to you as a present." He said in a cold tone.

"Are you sure? I don't wish to impose on it" was my timid reply.

He simply nodded, "also I need to tell you something, but it's better if we do this outside of school. Can we meet up later on today? I'll message you the details."
"Sure"
"Ok," he looked at me as if he wanted to say more, but he merely kept walking. Once we did the task at hand, we made our way to the classroom, not saying anything.
Anastasia was already in the class, looking at the both of us with interest. I sat down, and did my work until I felt my phone vibrate with a text.

Here is a link you may find useful, Lucas
C.

And well it was useful, but I blushed like a motherfucker. It was a link to an article on how to hide and get rid of boners. Fuck my life.