𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 | 18+

four

I THINK THE most beautiful memories are often the worst. Why? because I spent months reminiscing a beautiful memory of my own prince charming and spoil alert; he is here.

But slightly at a very unconventional timing and place.

When his gaze met mine from across the room, I couldn't help but stare deeply into the mesmerizing ocean orbs. From them comes intensity and dominance. The same sparkle I've encountered all those nights ago.

His hair was that same jet-black, thick and lustrous. My hand aches, wanting to run it over, missing the softness against my palm. I noticed some changes on the man in-front of me, he looked more built, super obvious that he's been working out lately. He's even better than the version of him that I remembered.

I glanced away, breaking eye contact, feeling the heat brushing my cheeks like a twelve years old getting a hug from their crush. I could feel the same shock coursing through him. The best guy I ever slept with turns out to be my teacher? What could possibly go wrong? Well, everything is, Adalyn. I groaned at my own thoughts.

"Psst, are u okay?" A whisper erupted from my side.

Rolling my eyes, I looked at the brunette beside me. "It's him," I said casually, when the truth is, the butterflies in my stomach fly irrationally. Her eyes went wide at the recognition and seemed to consider the words she's about to speak but retreated when she inspected the face I'm giving.

"Eh, at least you found him?" she whispered trying to reassure me about this unpleasant situation. Not that I don't agree with her.

"Yeah thanks for your help bestie." Emphasizing the last part a little, I embraced my face into the surface of my palms. It wasn't long until another mouth interjected.

"Care to share what the fuss was about, ladies?" My eyes snapped back to the whiskey voice training our attention. Blue lens staring at mine.

"Sorry sir, it was nothing." Deborah rushed before I could say anything, though he didn't shift his gaze towards her, they were still leering into mine as if to observe what I was thinking, making this a moment of a staring contest.

With a demanding tone he replied, "Next time, I don't want any unnecessary action in my class," that being said, he returned his attention back to the whole class.

"Anyways, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Aleanzo Dolces and I'll be your new english teacher since Mrs. Smith unfortunately resigned due to some personal reasons." He took a marker and started scribbling.

Even his name sounds hot.

"This semester we will deepen your knowledge on the use of writer's effects as well as more projects, essays and all that since it will be your last year, so prepare yourself as it will be a fun year, hopefully."

What a fun year it will be indeed, I sighed.

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As the bell rings, I hurriedly pack my bags, ready to leave, to get away from him as far away as possible since I need to reevaluate my life choices or simply because I don't want to face him yet.

It was so close, about 5 steps away from my scapegoat, 4 more steps to reach the door, I even increased my pace a little, almost there I-