chapter 3

CHAPTER 1

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I hate myself when am late for classes. I mean am always the early bird most times but there is always that day when you are lazy to walk out of the warm covers and today I am going to be totally late thanks to my laziness. Early morning at exactly seven, I heard the annoying buzzing of my alarm and since I was lazy to wake up, I switched it off to continue with my slumber. I love the warmness of my covers. Goddamn the warm covers! I was now late and my calculus teacher is surely going to be angry. I am never late most especially for calculus because honestly I have a huge crush on my calculus teacher Mr. Harry Richmond. You can't blame me for drooling on my sexy ass teacher. I mean the guy is in his late twenties twenty nine to be exact with the most penetrating steel gray eyes I have seen, the ink black hair which is ever perfectly trimmed and combed. He has this white perfect set of teeth that teases me each time he beams at a student's suggestion. He has these pink full lips. His broad shoulders and muscular arms that flex each time he writes on the board. The guy is a work of art and am sure most girls took this class because of this sexy teacher. Mr Harry is always on time and now I am running madly through the hallways to the lecture room. I don't want to be on his bad side, not at all. That is not the impression I want to make. Impression Lyka. Now being late is the impression you got. Interesting. As I run madly through the hallways students looking at me like I have lost my mind and others muttering some insults under their breaths but I don't care. I don't want to be late. Soon I reach the lecture room sweaty and breathless and that's not the way I should make an impression. I check my small Rolex watch on my right wrist because I am left handed and I am five minutes late. Way to go Lyka. My brain nudges me. Fuck! I timidly knock the door after calming down and straightening my tousled hair which I know right now looks like I have been wrestling with someone. As the door opens, I lose my breath. This crush is huger than I thought. Mr. Harry is as devilishly handsome as always in his light blue dress shirt without a tie revealing a peak of his tanned broad chest. It is coupled with a pair of black slacks that shows off his strong muscular thighs and legs and the shinny black Oxfords. If Harry wasn't a lecturer, he could make a better model for the front page of magazines. I would pin his posters in my room except now am no longer sixteen and he's not a model. There is that watch that i can’t make out because i don't understand the label but i can tell it's expensive. At this proximity I can make out that his eyes have a brown ring in them making them hypnotizing and I have to mentally smack my brain because the sex god in front of me is furrowing his brows at me. Well done Lyka, that's a way to make an impression. Well done. I hear Mr. Harry clear his voice and I know I have been ogling him longer than I should have. Shoot me now, I look like a fuckin idiot. This is a damn teacher am checking out and I don't bother hiding it. You not better than those girls throwing themselves around him at campus. "Mrs. Thames, you are late." he shifts on his feet and I welcome that orchid manly cologne that invades my nostrils. I have been obsessed with this man's scent that I know it hasn't changed for two years. Great stalker you are indeed. You need a round of applause. "I am sorry sir," I lick my lips nervously and am sure the sex god glanced at my lips before his gaze returned to my eyes. I would feel good about it if I didn't know that he was interested in Adriana, the hot gold locks in our class. His eyes didn't even give away anything when he looked at me just professional. I know that because Mr. Harry has been flirting with the bitch since the semester began. I wonder why he would even be interested in her, I mean the bitch fails with an F minus and I pass with straight As. I don't want to rub it in my face that she is hot with that face, the perfect cheek bones and a model figure compared to my chubby cheeks and body. Oh yeah, the way to go Lyka. Impressive. "You know the rules Mrs. Thames. I hate laziness and being late is being lazy." he says nonchalantly and now I feel the need to crawl under the floor and hide. Instead of arguing, I gave him my best puppy face that Sam, my best friend has taught me. He looks into my eyes and I love the electric pull it causes. You are losing it now. Shutting my second persona, I wait for the final judgment. "Mrs. Thames, I will excuse you this time because you are one of my best students but there will not be any other time." he says seriously. "It won't happen again. Thank you sir." This time I wanted to hug him but I knew better to keep my emotions in check. "Mrs. Thames," I halt my movement to pass him and look at him. "I love those shoes. Mickey mouse suits you." he smirks. "Shit!" I curse myself. Fuck! I am wearing my Mickey Mouse slippers that my mom gifted me when I was only twelve and couldn't fit but I have kept till this day. I actually chose a forest green shirt and a pair of jeans. At least my outfit is not that bad, i guess. I shrug off the embarrassment because he was just the beginning and I have other hundred pairs of eyes to face and be judged. I passed Mr. Harry after giving him my last glance and made this walk of shame to the back of the room. Yep! I might be wise but I was never a front bencher at any time in school and I wouldn't start now. I love the back. Its comfortable having to watch all those kinds of heads in front, its pretty interesting. And I don't want Mr. Harry to catch my eyes gawking at each every movement of his like those girls at the front do. Right now I regret why I am a back bencher because I have over fifty pairs staring at me like have lost my mind. The proof of it is because the room is peculiarly quiet that I can hear Yvonne humming rude boy by Rihanna. Great! Just great. Even when I walk past them I can still feel their burning gazes at my back. I knew I looked bad but now that I see people's eyes, I realize it is worse than I imagined. Clumsily I knock Trevor's table and his notebook falls with his pencil. Well done Lyka. You're really good at embarrassing yourself. I feel the need to smack my brain for making me more guilty and embarrassed than I already I am. "Sorry," I mutter as I bend down to pick the book and pencil. Unfortunately I knock my head as I come back. I hear giggles but shrug that weird noise off. Assholes. Can this day be any good? "Sorry," I mutter again as I give them back. "Weirdo," I hear him mutter and if I wasn't embarrassed enough, I felt the need to make him take up. I sure could make that happen after the judo classes my mom made me take last year. I have learnt a lot to make my mission a success. "You don't solve anything with violence," my mom's words haunt me. Urggh I admire your courage now. I know Trevor Will because he's part of that basketball team where my ex-boyfriend is a member. He's a bit of an asshole and I don't blame him. I sigh hard when I reach my seat next to Keith's. He's actually one of my good friends here at college. He is quite full of himself sometimes, okay, most times but he's also good company. I like him so much except the whore part. Yeah. Keith Goodchild is a man whore who sleeps with everything that has a vagina. He is actually a handsome guy with the silver blonde hair, the emerald eyes and full lips and a chiseled jaw. He is a total flirt but I am used to him "You okay, beautiful?" Keith asks and I give him the 'what don't you see' look. "Just asking." he huffs. I ignore his remarks and pull out my note book as I see Mr. Harry write something down on the blackboard. "Did you get laid last night?" he asks and I give him my best scowl. Seriously? "I mean no offence." he raises his hands in surrender. "Sure Lyka, you have bed hair and you are in your damn slippers. Really Lyka, Mickey mouse?" he glances at my feet. Did he need to remind me of that? As a matter of fact, I going to be the talk of campus the whole week. He's right about that but I don't need his detective eyes now. All I need is a wonderful island where I would hide for the rest of the semester if that is even possible. "Not everything is about sex Keith. I missed the alarm." I mutter. "Okay." This was going to be a hell lot of a long day.