meant to be // grayson dolan

seventeen

I never thought I could love Chemistry class more than I already do. So, Mrs. Watt, our teacher, has been sick the whole week, so she couldn't be here. So, we got a substitute teacher. A young man, fresh out of college or whatever you attend to become a teacher. His name is Christian - Grey, haha, I'm hilarious - Mills. He is tall, well built, and has a beard.

Right now, he was writing something on the board. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his posture was perfect. His right hand was up, writing. In his left hand, he held a textbook. His balance was on his right leg. I have to admit, he had a fine ass.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I get out of my thoughts, shaking my head. I turn around and face Grayson. He was a bit annoyed, but he was also smirking.

"Stop staring at the substitute," he whispered, in a demanding tone.

"I was not staring at him." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, really? You should wipe off the drool from the corner of your mouth then." he mimics the action. I would punch him if he weren't this far away from me.

"Fuck you. Are you jealous?" I raised an eyebrow, smirking. He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. His biceps pop out of his tight red shirt and I roll my eyes. He is trying to impress me.

"No, I'm not. Why would I be?" before I got to answer, the substitute starts talking.

"Miss Back," shit, that's me. "what's so interesting back there that you can't keep your eyes on the board?" he asked me and I gulped. He wrapped his arms around his chest, making his muscles pop in that tight white button-up shirt. I hate to admit it, but he looked hotter than Grayson.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mills. A classmate asked for a pen." I don't usually lie to teachers, but I couldn't find a way to explain that my boyfriend was jealous because I was staring at the teacher.

I look at Vicky, who was right next to me. She was biting her lip, trying very hard not to laugh.

"What's your name?" shit, he is going to write down that I wasn't paying attention to the class, and then Mrs. Watt is going to find out. No!

"Kayla Wells." he starts writing something down, then looks back at me. My whole body shivered.

"Okay. Thank you."

As soon as he gets back to writing on the board, I slowly fall down in my seat. I am so embarrassed right now! It's probably the first time a teacher - or a substitute - writes down something negative about me.

"I'm going to fucking murder you, chipmunk man," I whispered to Grayson, then turned my attention to the class.

The final bell rings, and we're free to go. Vicky walks in front of me, as I wait for Grayson and Adam.

We head to our cars separately. Vicky and I to my car, and Grayson and Adam to theirs.

"I don't understand one thing," Vicky said as I was driving.

"What?"

"Why is such a hot teacher like Mr. Mills only a teacher? What, there weren't any more modeling jobs for him?"

"I don't know. Maybe?" I chuckled. "Also, why do you think he wanted to talk to Amanda?" I asked her, smirking.

"Sex, duh. And she is going to accept that." I burst in laughter. "Man, this is the first time I wanna be her," she continued and I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I have all I need."

"Oh, yeah, fuck you. Why do you have a boyfriend and I don't?"

"Wait, what about Ethan?" I furrow my eyebrows and look at her.