Breaking Rules

4.

The rest of the day consisted of me doing actual school work.

Crazy, I know.

I managed to stay focused on the task in the majority of my lessons however, every now and then my mind would wander to my gorgeous new teacher who, undeniably, hated me already.

I finished up in gym class and walked with the rest of my class to the locker room. I desperately needed a shower, the Florida heat was getting to me. I'd gotten over the whole 'locker room shower' situation after the first week here. In England the showers were strictly used for smoking a fag when the teachers were out and turning on the showers to drain the smell. I wasn't exactly self conscious about my body, meaning I didn't feel the need to hide myself in the locker room. Even if I had noticed a couple of glances my way when putting my lacy thong back on after my shower.

I heard the bell ring above my head as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and Raven approached me in her white, matching underwear. I couldn't help but let my eyes trail over her olive skin as she sauntered up to me, walking as if she was a trained Victoria Secret model.

"Watch it Carrey, my eyes are up here." I responded with an eye roll, knowing full well I'd been caught staring but not letting myself feeling shy about it.

"Hey Harper, aren't you meant to be in detention with Gonzalez right now?" The dark haired girl stated, somewhat cockily at the fact that I'd forgotten and would be even more hated now.

"Shit!" Raven just laughed at my panic as I yanked up my jeans, slid on my shoes and packed up my backpack before rushing out of the locker rooms and towards the dreaded psychology room awaiting me.

"Ms Gonzalez...I am so sorry... I'm late...I forgot and... I'm sorry." I tried to explain through deep breaths once I'd burst into her room after sprinting from the other side of the school to make it to her class room as soon as possible.

Once I'd regained enough oxygen to stand up straight I was met with her sitting at her desk with a look in her eye that could only be explained as her trying to figure me out.

"Hmm. Come sit. I want to ask you something."

Brilliant. I sat in my usual spot. Right in front of her desk, and threw my hair to rest on my back. It had actually dried a bit already, probably due to me sprinting to detention.

"So." I dragged the word out as an indication that I was feeling uncomfortable at the fact that her eyes were roaming all over my face right now. Was there something in my teeth? Did I have a booger? Shit did I forget to wax my moustache.

"Miss Carrey. I don't really know how to word this but I wanna ask you something and I feel like you're my best shot at getting a straight up answer."

"Ask away Ms."

She went shy all of a sudden. Leaning back a bit in her chair and letting her posture fall ever so slightly. Her lips pouted to the side as she bit at the inside of her cheek. I couldn't help but smirk at how adorable she looked right now. Trust me to find a teacher, who gave me a weeks detention on her first day, adorable.

"Well, I just feel like all day my students have been somewhat... Distracted?" I watched her question her wording before she continued. She spoke with her hands, making random actions to try and get the words out. 

"I'm aware that I'm new and you know, 'fresh meat' but I was wondering if there was something I'm unaware of." Great now I feel bad. I mean I knew that I'd been distracted by how fucking beautiful she was, the things on her desk, but is that what other people were 'distracted' by too? Probably, I mean, they have eyes.