The Substitute

Seven

"Yes, he's beautiful!" I almost shouted out loud, I was trying to get though Amber's head that that teacher I saw yesterday was a god.

"I wanna see him, Sam! You tend to like the ugly ones." She burst out laughing at her own joke. I just kept walking,

Amber was being nice enough to walk me to art class today. She stopped in the doorway,

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot! Stephen Brown asked me on a date." As I informed, her face began to turn red, jealousy?

"No way! He's totally hot." She pouted,

"Friday night, at seven." I winked as I walked into class, leaving her standing with a gaped mouth.

As I walked into class, the same smell from yesterday hit me. I took a deep whiff as I walked to my seat,

"Mmm, it smells so good in here." I moaned out, I closed my eyes long. When I opened my eyes a beautiful man was standing in front of me,

Oh. My. God.

"Um, good afternoon." I smiled nervously at him,

A young male in his 20s, tall, slender but with strong, working arms. Face lightly bearded with a matching head of thick, combed back, straight brown hair. His pale skin almost reflected light from the sun. Dark green eyes with specks of light brown, he was very handsome.

"Good afternoon, are you the girl I saw in detention yesterday?" His voice was thick and sexy, it gave me shivers.

I nodded slowly with a blush, and he smiled, "What were you working on yesterday? I thought you might've been writing a paper, but your pencil strokes told me otherwise.." His art talk was sexy. I took out my drawing pad and flipped to my recent work a bit too early,

He looked at my drawing in awe, lightly tracing his fingers over the sketch, careful not to smudge. I watched him as the bell rang.

"It's beautiful, just a few touch ups and less scattered-ness and it'll be amazing." I nodded, smiling as he walked to the front of the class.

I watched his jaw as he talked, when he dismissed class to get their supplies, I say glued to my seat. Staring at him.

I swear we locked eyes for two minutes, "Yes, Samantha?" I cringed out of the stare,

"It's Sam." I mumbled, he walked up to me,

"Well I like Samantha, it's beautiful and more feminine. Alright?" I blushed,

"Alright, what's your name then?" He smiled at the ground,

"Mr. Smith," he mumbled, I groaned.

"Noooo, you're first name, silly." I said, he slowly walked towards me,

"No. Now get your supplies." He said smiling, I rolled my eyes playfully then got up, flipping my hair as I turned to the back of the room.