"Take your clothes off." Alexander instructed.
"W-What?"
"Take. Your. Clothes. Off."
I looked up at his green-blue eyes, absolutely startled by his words. It was so direct and stern, but created a pool in between my legs.
Even if he had wounded m...
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SKY
I walked towards the empty desk beside him, hoping the overwhelming stares would die down. I wondered if there was perhaps something on my face that promoted stares.
The boy didn't pay any attention to me as I sat down on the seat and watched him just stare at his phone.
All of the students seemed to be occupied with their work. I just sat there, waiting for the teacher to call me up so I could know what to do but he stayed there for about twenty minutes.
The teacher seemed like he didn't want to be bothered, so I decided to tap the boy's shoulder in hopes that he could help. Maybe he didn't know what to do either since he was just sitting there.
He turned to look at me.
I was little taken aback by his beauty up close, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. He was not just handsome like a man, but he was beautiful. His handsomeness was very clear by the way you looked at him with one glance, but the closer you get, the quieter and more subtle his features were.
I took a few breaths so my words wouldn't come out as stutters.
"D-Do you know what I need to do?"
I failed.
My chopped up and unintelligible words were enough to make me cringe at myself.
The boy looked over at me and for a second I paused to stare at him, not realizing it was a complete invasion. I took my time going around his face while my eyebrows were furrowed, trying to maze my way through finding one imperfection on his face.
I failed again.
"Ask the teacher or something." He shrugged me off, looking back down at his phone.
I parted my lips, wanting to question his rudeness, but I figured that he didn't want to be bothered any more by the way he turned his music up a few notches.
Taking a breath, and dreading the idea of walking down the middle of the classroom, I got up and made my way towards the teacher.
"Hi, I'm new here and got here a bit late. Can you tell me what I need to do, please?" I asked the old man, and he turned away from his computer to look at me.
"Right! Mr. Harties' stepdaughter!" The teacher recognized, a little too loud for my liking.
I awkwardly laughed and scratched the back of my head.
"I've heard about you, and seen your grades last year. Have you thought about joining the math club?" He asked me and I simply shrugged.
Just because I was good at math, it didn't mean I enjoyed it so much to join a club.
He held the stack of papers in his hands, not giving them to me until I gave him an answer that would satisfy him.
"I'll think about it." I smiled before grabbing my papers and going back to my spot.
