Teaching her a lesson

Chapter 4

Emma POV

I watch her as she walks across the room. I stare at her blood red lips and a tiny (but ultimately sexy) scar above her lip. She walks towards her desk and I follow every movement. I check her from head to toe, stopping at a tight black pencil skirt momentarily before continuing up to a red silk blouse and finally her beautiful chocolate eyes.... Shit. She caught me staring. She smirks and my face ultimately gets blood red. She sits and I hear her voice for the first time. "Time to call roll, raise your hand and say here when I call your name." Her voice is raspy and gives me chills. I zone out while she goes down the roll. I hear my name being called and it forces me back into reality. "Emma Swan... Ms. Swan." she says louder. "Here, sorry." I say as I raise my hand. She smirks and continues on with the rest of the roll. She finishes roll and hands out pre-tests to see how much we already know. I smile at the questions and finish all 45 questions in about thirty minutes. I turn in my paper and realize that I finished first. I awkwardly sit back down and twiddle my thumbs. I hear heels clicking on the floor and know immediately know that it is Ms. Mills. I zone out and once again forced out by a paper in my face. I look up and take the paper. I see a 100 in a red circle. "Very good, Ms. Swan. You should do well in this class." she says