A Sinful Desire (Discontinued)

Three

After school, I meet up with the girls, when Olivia begins asking me about what happened when I had to stay after.

"Did you get in trouble?" She asks, concerned.

I shake my head. "No, not really. He just told me to watch my attitude." I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"At least he's cute." Becky says with a shrug.

"True that, Becks. He's a Greek God!" Olivia gushes.

I roll my eyes. "If he's a Greek God, he's Hades." I grumble.

"Well if he's Hades, then I'll be Persephone." Olivia smirks.

"Hades was controlling over her, Liv." I tell her.

"Mmm. I like the idea of Mr. Bennett dominating me." She grins.

Becky and I look at each other with similiar disgusted looks on our faces. "Liva!" Becky shouts. "He's our teacher! He's probably as old as your father!"

I laugh at Becky's remark. 

"Whatever. He's not married, so what does it matter? I didn't see a ring on that finger."

"I'm sure he has a girlfriend or fiance'." Becky tells her. "He's too gorgeous to be single."

"Or maybe he's gay!" I think, looking at Olivia.

"If he's gay, I'll get a sex change!" She says simply.

Mine and Becky's mouths drop. 

"What?" She giggles with a shrug. "He's one hot piece of ass."

I roll my eyes once more. "Holy shit, you are... You are something." I tell her, shaking my head.

She giggles again, wrapping her arm around me. "But you love me!!" She cooed, her head resting on my shoulder.

I shrug her off and laugh. "You're so lucky I do." I say, shaking my head.

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At home, I sign through the rubrics and write down on a piece of notepad paper the supplies I am going to need.

Pencils/pens

Highlighters

Binders

Loose-leaf paper

Spiralled notebooks 

It's basically the same thing for every class, just like every year. I don't understand why they feel the need to tell us to get these things, we'd get them anyway, morons.

I lie down in my bed, staring up at my dull ceiling. I can't help but dread school tomorrow, I do not want to see Mr. Asshole again. Although, part of me does. It's as though my brain and my heart are arguing with one another. My heart is lusting over his perfection, while my brain reminds me how much he pissed me off and how unfair he is. I wish that he wasn't so good looking, it would make it a lot easier to decide how I feel about the man. 

I'd rather not lie in bed thinking about this ridiculous teacher. Too bad this isn't a semester class, I'm stuck with him for an entire school year, and it's way too much of a hassle to deal with switching classes, at this point everyone is.

I roll onto my side and try to direct my thoughts towards something other than school. Music. Of course! I sit up and pull out my iPod from my bedside table. I untangle the ear buds and place each one in their proper ear. I scroll through the music on my iPod, settling with OneRepublic. I smile with satisfaction at my choice and lay onto my back, closing my eyes, enjoying Ryan Tedder's harmonic voice. 

Next thing I know, I'm far off into dreamland, Ryan's voice in the back of my head, the theme music to my dream. I see a familiar face, Bennett. He has a gorgeous smile on his face, his gleaming white teeth showing. He's teaching about something, but I can't make out what he's saying. He looks at me, the smile is directed towards me. His blue eyes are sparkling and my heart is melting into his hands. Suddenly the dream fasts forward, nobody is in the class room anymore. It's him and me. I'm standing near his desk, his body is close to mine. The smile on his face causing my knees to buckle. His hands rest on my face and I think I might faint. Just as his lips are about to press to mine, the dreams blurs away, and I am awake. The sound of the obnoxious beeping of my alarm interrupting me, I want to be irritated, but I can't help but be relieved. I don't want to have dreams about him, especially not like this.

Yes, Mr. Bennett is highly attractive, but he irritates me. He asked me to watch my tone, but I'm not sure how easy that is going to be. I'll end up biting through my tongue trying ever so hard not to say something that will get me into trouble. Hopefully, today he won't make me as angry as yesterday. 

Just don't say anything. 

I tell myself. 

Don't raise your hand to answer any questions, and just hope that he won't ask you to speak. 

As long as I keep my loud mouth shut, I shouldn't get into any trouble... And that goes for every class. He isn't the only teacher that gets on my nerves.

 * * *

I arrive at school just as the first bell is about to ring. I recieve two messages, one from Olivia and one from Becky.

From Liv: My gorgeous slut!!! Where the fuck are you!?

I roll my eyes and her message and text her back.

To Liv: I was running late. I'm here now, see you in at lunch.

I then proceed to read the message from Becky.

From Becky: Get your cute ass here and save MY cute ass! Livia is driving me nuts... >.<

I can't help but let out a small laugh once I read Becky's message.

To Becky: Sorry! Was running late - I'll be here at lunch to shup Liv up for ya! ;) 

I press 'send' and slip my phone back into my pocket. I quickly run up to my first class and make it just as the second bell rings.

"Just in time, Miss Evans. Try not to do that again." Mrs. Brookes tells me.

I refrain from rolling my eyes and slip into the only empty seat left... Right in the front. Lovely. I sink into the seat and prepare for whatever Mrs. Brookes has to say for today. Once again, she goes on about her life and my eyes glaze over. I find myself a bit spaced out, luckily Mrs. Brookes doesn't notice and continues with her silly stories. 

Nobody cares. I think to myself. Dying to say it out loud, but all it would is get me in trouble. I don't need detention on the second day of school.

Once class finally ended, I get out of there as quickly as I can and eagerly make my way to Mr. Peters for Theatre.

"Allison! Hello!" Mr. Peters greets me as I enter his classroom.

"Hello, Mr. Peters!" I smiled.

"How was the first day?" He asks with a kind smile.

I shrug. "It was fine."

"Get into any trouble?" He asks.

I laugh at his question, I have tendancy to get into trouble quite quickly. "Not yet." I giggled.

He laughs. "Well good! Keep it up, kiddo." He says before he goes up to the front of the classroom.

I go over to one of the stacks of chairs, taking the top one and setting it down in the middle of the classroom, waiting for the class to fill up with all of these stupid teenagers I hate ever so much.