Lights Down

"Lisa, it's just one teacher!" I exclaim with a giggle, rolling my head around to face her.

"Apparently one HOT teacher." she drools out, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I shake my head.

"You haven't even seen him yet." I say before grabbing my pack of cigarettes and sliding one into my mouth.

Lisa shoots me a weird look, observing her eyes back and forth from my own, to the cigarette in my mouth.

"What?! I'm not gonna light it you caca." I remark with a huff. Lisa strains back into her seat, letting out a sigh of relief.

"You scared me for a seco-." Lisa pauses with everyone else in the class. Silence filled the air as I glared at my best friend for a solid 10 seconds.

I looked around the class, seeing them all staring directly at me, or to be more specific, above me.

My head quickly snaps around, only for my vision to be greeted with a black buttoned up shirt.

My eyes slowly drift up, meeting the most beautiful pair of eyes.

The small bit of my cigarette in my mouth sunk between my teeth as I stare into his ocean blue orbs.

A rough hand slowly makes its way towards my face. Inching closer and closer to my lips.

His smooth fingers skimmed the corner of my lip, reaching for the solid stick in my mouth and pulling it out swiftly.

He quickly stood up from his crouched position before walking towards a gray trashcan beside his desk and throwing my cigarette out.

"Good morning class, my name is Mr.Brock, and I'll be your new history teacher." he says smoothly, sending a sly smirk around the class.

He turns around, facing the chock board that was ready to be touched.

"Rules." he read out, turning around to face me.

"No cigarettes in class." he announces, interlocking his fingers against his lap and smiling at me as the whole class snickers.

Well this'll be a fun year.