Incubus

| Fourteen |

   "Girls, I'd like to call your attention to the front of the room," Mr. Cruise announced loudly. I stopped talking to the girl next to me and turned my body toward the front of the auditorium.

   "Okay," he smiled and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Welcome to your new school!" he exclaimed and a cheer raised from the crowd. "Classes will resume right after this assembly. But I'd like to inform you that the new inspector is coming to our school fairly soon. I want you all on your best behaviour before and when he gets here. When you leave I want half of you to exit through the door on the right side of the auditorium and the rest of you to exit through the left. As you pass through there will be a designated teacher there to give you your new schedule. After you receive your schedule you may go to your rooms to retrieve your books and then you must immediately proceed to your first class. If you have any questions or concerns you may ask me or any of your teachers. You have permission to leave," he smiled widely and clasped his hands together. Simultaneously everyone stood up from their chairs and lined up at one of the two doors.

   I glanced around the auditorium, searching for a familiar pair of blue eyes. My eyes settled on his short blond hair and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I wanted badly to run my fingers through his soft hair, and get to know more about him. I wanted to know what he acted like outside of school and to go on a date with him to a fancy restaurant. Or just cuddle together on the couch. I wanted to know what it felt like to lie down next to him and to be held in his strong arms. I frowned at my thoughts. I regretted telling him we couldn't work out. It was stupid of me. Almost as if he could feel my stare he turned around and my heart stopped when his eyes connected with mine. His eyes held such intensity and his mouth was set in a straight line. He didn't seem very pleased with me, but I didn't blame him. I smiled at him softly, but he turned away from me with furrowed eyebrows. Regret and hurt settled in my stomach, driving the butterflies away. I was sure of one thing; he didn't like me anymore. He thought I didn't want to be with him which was my fault, but that wasn't true. I did want to be with him, but it wasn't right. He was my teacher. The more I thought about it, the clearer it seemed. I liked Mr. Dalton as well but I had more of a connection with Mr. Smith, which was strange since I knew Mr. Dalton longer. I was utterly confused. I didn't know what I wanted anymore. Maybe it would just be best if I left them both alone?

I sighed and stared down at my phone absentmindedly. I wasn't allowed to have my phone on me during the day. I kept it on silent so I didn't really see a problem. School policy was that students had to keep their phones in their rooms at all times. If we were caught with one we'd be punished. They made the rules pretty clear, but I didn't agree with them, so I didn't enforce them.

Thankfully I was close to the front of the line so I only had to wait five minutes before I reached the teacher by the door. "Name?" he asked expressionlessly.

"Brielle Thompson," I smiled at him. I hadn't seen him before, he was definitely a new teacher. He had cold brown eyes and wrinkles on his forehead. He glanced at me with a peculiar expression and looked through his pile of papers. He slid one out and practically threw it at me. I gasped and blinked at him in surprise.

Asshole.

"There," he said rudely and the smile disappeared from my face.

"Thank you," I scoffed. "Have a nice day." I said sarcastically and moved past him.

"Hey," he grumbled and grabbed my arm before I could walk away. "Watch your mouth, girl." he narrowed his beady eyes at me. His hold on my arm hurt. I tried to wiggle my arm out of his grasp but he tightened his grip.

"Sorry," I apologized, not sounding at all apologetic. Why should I have been nice to him? He was completely rude to me.

"Sorry, what?" he asked and raised an eyebrow.