[Warning- Im pretty sure this story is the longest one I've ever posted, it's really long 😭]
Camila had never met the boy before in her life.
Not once.
Never even spoken to him.
But damn, the things he was doing were enough to drive any girl insane. It was subtle things, things he didn't even realize he was doing, but they were the worst. The way he'd run his fingers over his slightly stubbled jaw, a jaw that could cut goddamn glass, or the way he'd run his hands along his thighs when he was nervous in front of the class, the way - no matter what - his blonde hair seemed to perfectly fall just right no matter which way he flicked his head. Too bad he was a year older, almost graduating.
Oh yeah, and gay.
Her face rested on the palm of her small hand as she sighed, much like the rest of the girls in the room as she watched him chalk letters into words across the board, teaching a struggling junior-year french class because he needed extra-credit to graduate. It really was a shame to lose such a fun piece of eye candy.
The near-silence in the room was palpable, accompanied by the shudder-inducing scratch of the chalk on the board, and his deep voice echoing through the room as he spoke about the pronunciation of each word.
"Jesus, this boy is doing things to me." Taylor murmured next to Camila, a laugh falling from her lips as she turned her gaze to her, nodding and watching as she let her eyes rake over him again. "You could get a good handful of that hair."
"I've seen him out on the track training, let me tell you, he has a nice body. You'd enjoy following that treasure trail." Camila teased her, a low groan falling from her lips, and she pulled out the cherry-flavoured lip balm from her bag, knowing that if she nibbled on her lower lip anymore, it was going to become chapped.
"Ugh he's so hot.... the things I would do to him." Ariana added, slightly too loud as a few people gave her odd looks for her comment, and she merely snarled in their direction before brushing it off. "He looks like he could go for more than one round. More than two. Maybe even three. He's a guy who could keep up with me."
Camila sighed, scribbling down some basic notes in her book and continuing to doodle in the corner, before glancing back up to the hot jock at the front of the class. It wasn't that she was bad at french, she was actually rather good at it, it was just simply that she had missed a few assignments and exams, thanks to her boyfriend pulling all her attention. Her attendance record had plummeted over the year, landing her at catch-up classes to make up her credit.
Shuffling on her seat, the man bent over to pick up the chalk he had dropped, a soft but collective sigh moving over the female population of the class, and Camila snickered at their reaction, craning her head to get a look at the notes scrawled out for her, as she lifted her pen back up. The low growl that sounded beside her reminded her of her boyfriend's presence, and she flicked her eyes over to him, already locked on hers, his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed.
Wrapping an arm around Camilas' waist, he tugged her seat across the floor and toward him until she was practically in his lap, the side of her chair pressed up against his, and her jaw dropped as she looked at him, his arm snaking around her waist to pull her until she couldn't get any closer. His fingers traced patterns on her skin, his mouth coming over to press a kiss under her ear, his lips brushing the shell as he mumbled the words under his breath; "Stop eyeing up the teacher, princess."
"What? I can't look at the cute french substitute but you can spend the whole of Chemistry class trying to work out whether or not Miss Williams is wearing a bra?"
