The pounding in your heart didn't stop as the words said from the other side of the door resonated within your ears. Your hand dejected itself from its position before settling on the handle of the door. With a slight tug, the sliding door wheeled its way a bit back allowing you to catch a glimpse of the students that occupied the rows of seats.
You had never been much of the shy type but upon all eyes landing on you, a small blush found its way towards your facing, dusting a lightly pink along your cheeks.
With each step you took the eyes of your piers dug daggers into your moving figure, observing your every move.
Jealousy is known as a disease to many. It can not simply be cured by just medicine but more of a mind-setting antidote. Being jealous of someone can stem from the hierarchy they have against you. Whether more believe their features compare better to yours or the amount of money set in a back account means more than internal personality.
In your case, it was the looks.
The way the thigh-high stockings hugged your thick thighs as the remaining skin slightly jiggled with each step you took. How the pleated skirt you wore was slightly shorter than the other girls that occupied the class making all the boys draw their attention towards you.
And although you never really tried you had always been told your appearance was quite the eye-catcher. Some would praise you for your beauty while others envied you.
And even though you never cared what others thought you couldn't help but feel self-conscious sometimes.
It's always the beautiful people doubting themselves the most.
The silence that hung throughout the room provoked the butterflies inside your stomach to move hastily. Nausea began to take over your emotions as your ears lowly rang from the deafening silence.
Shifting your eyes through the crowd of students you quickly realized that you hadn't met the teacher yet.
With the swift twist of your neck, your eyes locked with ones of golden hues. The cat-like features that tug at his appearance drew you in heavily as your breath halted within your throat. Both of your bodies were just a few cemeteries from each other but you could smell the intoxicating cologne that decorated his attire.
His blonde hair stopped just above his shoulders as the outgrown roots embellished the top of his head. And to top, it all of the pulled-back man bun that styled his hair in such an enchanting way as the remaining hair laid flat out.
Although you tried not to stare you found yourself getting lost in the male's presence. It seemed as if everyone else had perished leaving only you and him.
Whilst you weren't on to believe in love at first sight, you definitely felt a feeling blossoming within you the longer the both of you held your eye gaze.
But all good things came to an end when the male threw out an awkward cough signaling for you to break free from the staring contest.
"So you must be Ms. L/n if I'm correct?" The question came out in a soft and inviting tone making you melt into the man's presence. It was as if he knew that he was a drug, addicting to the human eyes and drawing them in ever so easily.
And for some reason, you found the words stuck in your throat preventing you from replying towards him. So all you did was through him a nod, informing him that his hunch was correct.
If you were being honest you found it quite embarrassing how you couldn't even form a single sentence to reply towards him. You felt like a child when they were on the playground in the presence of their crush and their pure pressuring friends.
Despite wanting to talk you just couldn't and that fact humiliated you to the core. This is why another blush pink tint found its way upon your cheeks while slightly decorating the tip of your nose as well.
The male could only nod before turning his attention forwards to the class.
"Alright everyone this is Ms.L/n," he then turned his attention towards you. The look that he held in his eyes drove you insane causing you to press your thigh together.
"Alright then Ms.L/n introduce yourself"
And although his tone wasn't anything more than kind you couldn't help but feel aroused from it. The delicate way he spoke made every nerve in your body go crazy and even though you just met the male you couldn't help but imagine all the lewd scenes you wanted to act out with him.
Of course, it was wrong to have such strong thoughts on a stranger let alone your professor, but damn did he flick that switch inside you. And you wanted nothing more than for him to bend you across his desk and have his way with you.
You'd never been one to submit to anyone,
But then again you did move back for some sort of change.
So without break any sort of eye contact with the male you put on the most calm but assertive voice you could muster and looked deep into his eyes making sure that he knew he himself became your next target.
Making sure he knew that you wanted him, and nothing more.
"Hello class I'm L/n Y/n I hope you all take extra care of me,"
"I can be quite the handful"
A/N: I haven't updated this book in a while but I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter I might do a lot of updated today considering today is a good day and It's also my day off anyways here you all go❤️
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