(Piper's schedule^^^)
While running through the hall I glance down at my schedule. Room 203, English. Okay. 199, 200, 201, 202, Ahaa! 203!
I opened the door and stepped in. It slammed behind me causing everyone to stare. Oops!
"May I help you?" A tall pretty blonde asked with a bitchy tone.
"Piper Monroe, today's my first day." My voice held a bored tone.
"Take a seat we are about to get started. Lets hope you know how to write because I just love to give essays to those who are late." She scowled.
I rolled my eyes and picked the seat closest to the window. I took out my phone, headphones, pen and binder. Before copying what was on the bored, I sent a quick pic of my schedule to Dallas.
As im writing down the vocabulary I felt someone yank out my headphones.
"What.The.Fuck." was all I could say.
"Listen New girl, I dont know who you think you are but I run this school." This beach blonde bimbo hissed.
I grabbed her wrist and twisted it causing her to yelp in pain. Without turning towards us Mrs.Stacey told the girl to be quiet. Her name is Ophelia. She glared at me once I let her go.
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Morning classes went by quickly and im now on my way to lunch. I felt a buzzing in my pocket, pulling out my phone I answered the call.
*Dallas*
"Are you in lunch yet?"
"Im walking to the cafe now.."
"Ok so we all compared schedules. You have English,Gym, Lunch, and Green room with me. Woodshop, Art, Lunch, and Math with Jade. Lastly you have History, Science, Lunch and Study Hall with Moxie. Journalism and Music you have alone."
"Thats not too bad. Good thing we all have lunch together!" I laughed, failing to pay attention as I rounded the corner causing me to hit something.
"Ommf" I felt my self fly back. I squeezed my eyes shut expecting to slam onto the floor. Suddenly, A pair of strong hands grabbed my waist holding me in place. My stomach was set ablaze with tiny sparks of electricity. I bit my lip and looked up at the stranger. My breathing hitched, I was staring into the same Blue eyes as this morning.
"Are you alright?" his voice was deep and velvety.
"I am, thank you..." I felt the apples of my cheeks heat up. This man was insanely gorgeous, Jet black hair styled in a slight quiff, strong manly features accented his broad nose and sharp jaw, the dark furrowed-ness of his brows made his blue orbs mysterious and enchanting. the scuff on his face only adding to his masculinity. His large broad shoulders and massive chest made me wonder how he'd feel lying on top of me. He wasnt much taller then I was, my guess would be around 6'-6'1. I then suddenly noticed his attire......Crap.... He's The school's Coach.
He cleared his throat, bringing me out of my daze.
"I should be on my way to lunch Coach-...." I trailed off not knowing his name.
"Coach Stone, Ronan Stone." His voice filled with amusement.
"I should be on my way to lunch Coach Stone." I smirked and pushed his hands off my waist while trying to ignore the fiery tingles.
"Hellooooooooooooo" Dallas's voice strung along...
"OHH!,My bad." I put my phone back against my ear and continued to fill her in.
I made my way to the lunch line an grabbed a tray.
Hmmmmm....
-Pizza
-Spaghetti
-Tacos
-Cookies
-Muffins
-Fruit
-Juice
-Milk
-Water
Decisions, Decisions...
I grabbed a big bowl of spaghetti, two tacos, a slice of pizza, a banana nut muffin, and some milk before heading over to an empty table in the back of the cafeteria.
I was stuffing my face and minding my own busniess when I felt a presence in front of me.
"Wow...thats a ton of food." Abby's small voice entered my ears.
I looked up and giggled.
"I know, I have a huge appetite."
YOU ARE READING
Mated To The Coach (Book 2 of "The Professor Series")
RomanceLosing your parents.... Thats a loss that you will never fully recover from. So imagine losing your parents the last year of highschool, they wont get to see you graduate or be there for you when you go off to college. This is exactly the heart ache...
