Alone

Another boring day to look forward to. With a sigh, I stepped through the doors of Hell- high school. Filled with geeks, jocks, popularity, nerds, cheerleaders and the invisible kids.

Dressed in a denim, black skirt, black crop top and my black wedge heels I strolled confidently to my locker. I entered the password to the locker. I smiled when it opened, I quickly took out my chemistry textbooks for I had chemistry first with the hot Sex God of a teacher, twenty-one years old, Mr. Hines. He is from Australia.
My thoughts of Mr. Hines were trampled when a deep voice behind startled me.

"Hello." It said.

I turned around to face the person. He looked strangely familiar. I took in his appearance, messy brown hair, green eyes, small orange lips and a straight pointy nose. He rubbed the back of his neck as he took in my appearance. Breaking the weird silence and us staring each other down, I responded.

"May I help you? "

"Uh.... No.. Well.. Actually, i-uh I'm somebody you k-know. " He stuttered.

I raised my left brow and answered,

"Name? "

"Promise me if I tell you, you won't bark at me." He asked nervously.

Nodding my head, I said with a smirk,

"No problem. "

"I am Janiel. The boy you texted la-" He explained, but I cut him off by asking sternly,

"What do you want? "

"Look I just wanted to apologize. I swear I thought you were Daniella. "

"Obviously. " I muttered.

"Look, I really don't give a crap right now. It's not like we were a couple or anything. Just don't text me anymore, okay. " I continued, looking every where but him.
I waited impatiently for a response but there wasn't any.

Great! Now I can go! I hissed and walked away to my sexy sex god class, shrieking mentally, can't wait to see him. As I neared the door, I felt a touch on my shoulder. It was my friend Abby.

"Hey Abby!" I greeted her.

Giggling, she answered, "Hey Olives. "

Yeah, she pretty much gives everyone a nick name.

I smiled at her as we took our seat at the back beside each other.

Five minutes after drawing hearts in the back of my note book, Mr. Sex God entered the room wearing a suit, but his jacket was flung over his shoulders. His long sleeved shirt was hung tightly to his perfectly muscled body. His blond hair was combed and gelled neatly. He threw his briefcase unto his desk with a soft thud, which alerted the students he had arrived and needed silence. Still holding his jacket, which was flung over his shoulders, his hazel eyes met my green ones. I looked away quickly as my cheeks started to heat up slightly.

"Miss Queenston." He called.

Oh my God! Mr Sex God just called my name. Shit! I mean Mr. Hines. If only he knew how sexy he made my name sounded. Okay stop freaking out! He's your damn teacher who is probably married or has a girlfriend or something. Just stop being a horny teenager and act...professional.

I cleared my throat and answered, "Yes sir. "

"Did you do my homework?" He asked putting his jacket on his briefcase.

Before I could answer, he continued, "Bring it to me. "

I nodded and opened my notebook to the homework. I got up from my seat and walked to his desk. I handed him the book and his soft hands gently brushed against mine which only lasted for a second. I shivered slightly at his touch but he must have realized because his body tensed a little. I took in his scent, his strong sweet cologne stung my nose.

He read through my book, before handing it back to me with a tight smile,

"Well done. "

I smiled back at him before saying,

"Thank you Mr. Se- Mr. Hines. " I stuttered in embarrassment realizing I almost called him Mr Sex God.

He arched his eyebrows as he threw me a confused look. I sighed quietly as I carefully walked to my seat.

I'm such a fool.