CHAPTER TWO

KAYLA'S  POV

       I'm not an early riser. I hate it every damn time I have to wake up early in the morning and that happens to be every school day morning. 

Five out of the seven days that make up my week, I have to drag my ass off the bed at fucking six am. 

Thank God today is Friday because if I have to do this one more time this week, I swear I'd blow my top. 

I dragged myself to the bathroom and started getting ready for school. 

Ten minutes was all it took to brush and have my bath .

You become that fast when you have class by eight am every morning. 

I stood, staring at myself in the mirror as I dressed. I always take my time with dressing up everyday because the teachers love smart and neat looking students. 

But I take more time with dressing up on Fridays because of my damned teacher's assistant.

Last semester, my business management teacher got himself an assistant to help him out with the classes and all what nots. 

To the rest of the class he's a blessing because between the both of them, the classes are shared and the scheme gets covered much earlier leaving us with enough time to read up. 

To me? He's a punishment for sins I don't even remember committing. 

A gorgeous one at that. 

From the first day I entered his class, Rick has been a thorn in my flesh. 

I remember that morning vividly. I had gone home the night before with a very sick Janice in the back seat of my car.

She'd come to stay the week with me but then She'd gotten so sick I had to take her home to get her health card and then we'd gone to the hospital with mom. 

She was kept through the night and I had to stay with her while mom went back home to make sure everyone else was okay and to pack a bag. 

She took my place in the morning beside Janice's bed and I had to rush back home to get ready for school. 

Everyone else were ready and leaving for school, well except Cade and  Kenzie since mom usually dropped them off.

I had to do the dropping off and their school is in the opposite direction of my own.

I was already ten minutes late when I drove into the school parking lot. 

When I made it to Mr Sharman's class I was exactly fourteen minutes late, give or take a few seconds.

I entered the class disheveled.

Strands of my hair escaping the loose ponytail I had it in and hanging around my face, my eyes all red and puffy from not catching a wink of sleep last night. 

It didn't even register that the guy standing in the front of the class was teaching. He could have passed for one of us even though he looked a bit older, a head taller than every other guy in the class and....... forget it. 

I made my way to the empty seat at the back of the class and sat down. 

Belatedly I noticed his glaring eyes and Lisa mouthing "he's the teacher" beside me. 

Before I could apologise, he turned and continued teaching.

I was glad he didn't make a big deal out of it but I guess I was wrong. 

  He kept calling me out on every little thing.

Before he left, he made a crack about my dressing, punctuality  and how I should do something about my hair so people don't think his class is asylum. 

So now I like to take my time dressing up on Fridays in front of the mirror and making sure I look good enough to give him lesser things to taunt me about. 

I had fifteen extra minutes, when I got to school, before my business management class also known as my most dreaded class ever. 

Well, I hope the worst of them is over yet, I thought as I made my way to my class....... 

* * * * * 

RICK

I watched her make her way to her class, impeccably beautiful as always. 

I knew she didn't see me because she still had on that wide beautiful smile that made her whole face glow. 

I hate the fact that she frown and glares anytime she sees me but then I know I dug that hole myself. 

  She'd had a huge effect on me from the first day she walked into my class, strands of her hair escaping from the top of her head to her face, mind far from my class. 

Even with the shadowing red rims around her eyes, probably from lack of sleep, she still managed to look beautiful. 

She looked too tired and for a moment there all I wanted to do was hold her in my arms and watch her cute, tired face as she drifts off to sleep. 

She made me feel too much and I didn't like it one bit. 

I hid it all behind glares, taunts and sarcastic remarks. I've managed to fool everyone on how I feel about her. Well, everyone except myself. 

I can swear she hates me. 

If only I can bring myself not to care that she does, then everything would be okay. 

I waited a minute before I entered the class after her. 

As usual, she was sitting at the middle of the class, trying to hide from me I guess. 

It pissed me off when she did that, run from me, when all I wanted was for her to be mine. 

I want to kiss her till her lips are nicely swollen from my kisses and her legs turn to mush. 

I want to leave my marks on her where everyone can see it and know that she's taken. I want to have her writhing under me and screaming my name while bring her to new heights of pleasure. 

She gets to me like nobody else ever has, totally under my skin. I feel oddly possessive about her and I didn't like it. 

I don't want to feel that way about anyone, especially not someone who is my student. 

I try so hard not to let it show, I guess that's why I make all those cutting remarks at her. 

It's like I try to hurt her with my words for making me feel the way I do about her. But I know it's not her fault and that leaves me feeling like the worst scumbag to ever exist. 

I just stood there for half a minute, giving them time to settle down and get ready for the class. 

I looked around the class, my eyes finally resting back on her. I glared at her because that was the only way I could stare at that beautiful innocent looking face without betraying anything. 

She accidentally met my eyes and immediately looked away. 

Was she afraid of me? Have I hurt her so much that she couldn't even bear to look at me? 

The thought annoyed me beyond reason, and so did the lewd, ogling eyes of Ethan Bassman, the big blonde guy sitting next to her. 

The guy was practically undressing her with his eyes and it was all I could do not to break his neck. 

God knows I so much wanted to do that, or at the least blind those eyes so he has nothing to ogle her with. 

I'm very territorial. I don't share what's mine and I swear by God that she is mine even though she doesn't know it yet. 

I glared at Mr  i-want-to-have-you-for-a-meal eyes and that seemed to deter him for a maximum of three fucking seconds only!

Son of a pig. 

I know I have to warn her about him, I'm not sure she would listen to me though because of how I treated her.

After I started teaching, I asked her to come sit in the front and away from the leering eyes of guys.

I felt better knowing I had her away from the view of most of them now. 

I taught for the better part of two hours. 

For most of those I had my glaring eyes on her, feeding my aching desire with the sweet sight of her. 

Soon baby, and I'd claim you in a way nobody else have ever even dreamed of, I thought. 

She avoided looking at me. She had her eyes on her book most of the time and when she wasn't, her eyes were trained on a spot behind me, carefully avoiding mine. 

It hurt something inside me and I couldn't even say what. 

After the class, I thought of asking her to come see me in my office because that's the only place I can get to talk to her about all the things between us,  

but I knew she wouldn't come. She's too afraid of me to.

I turned and left the class.

Fuck it! 

I didn't make any crack at her today. I guess I've realized that being harsh to her and hurting her isn't helping my case. 

I can't feel any different than I do already, If anything it gets more intense. 

She has me wound up around her little finger and she didn't know it. 

I smiled. 

No more hurting her. It's about time I did something about the one girl who'd managed to keep me restless, sexually frustrated, and fascinated all at the same time. 

Damn the fucking rules. 

The school's........... 

and mine! 

* * * * *

KAYLA

The class went by quickly, maybe because I wasn't being insulted for every minute of it. 

But I can't help being attracted to him. 

Maybe that's why I can't bring myself to go out with anyone. I keep hoping he'd stop hating and at least try being friends. 

Just looking at him makes me wet sometimes. 

He's a perfection of the male specie. 

His drool worthy body left solemn promises of hard, warm muscles while covered. 

I imagine him kissing me, whispering how sorry he is for hurting me. With his mouth on me, he'd apologize for all the times he hurt me with his words.

I could feel myself getting wet from imagining that. 

I snapped out of it because no matter how much I wish it to happen, Rick has made it obvious  countless times that I wasn't his type of girl. 

The rest of my classes went in a blur. 

I had lunch with Janice as usual. She keeps me updated on what's going on at home. 

"Damien is coming back. Mom says he's transferring here." She'd told me. 

I laughed. 

"I knew it. I told him he wasn't graduating in Ohio and he didn't believe me."

I wanted to ask her how she took the news. I know how she feels about Damien even though she hasn't told me anything. 

She tries so hard to hide it but I can see through it. 

I think Damien feels something for her too. If only one of them would get sensible for a minute and come out to the other it would be a lot easier for them.

I think that's why he chose to study in Ohio in the first place.

We aren't related to him by blood so they stood a chance.

I just hope they stop being stupid and do something about the chemistry between them. 

Fortunately, their situation can be helped unlike mine. 

"Guess who just had another break up?" She asked almost laughing. 

"Abby" I said without having to think. 

"With Blake?" I asked

"No, Ben. Blake was for Christmas." She replied before stuffing her mouth. 

"Its always one of those B monsters."

Yes, that's what I call them. 

"I just wish she'd take a break from all that for a while."

"Me too," Janice said. "I thought so and I told her so. She dates for all of us."

I laughed at that. I guess that's how she deals with her pent up need for attention. 

You have that when you have to share your parents with your eleven other siblings. 

"How's Jace ? I asked 

"Football's great so I guess he's fine. He goes for lots of practices now, what with him being star quarter back and all. He mentioned getting a history tutor though"

That's my bro, the football freak. 

We talked about everyone and when Tess joined us it just got better.

I knew they'd love some time alone too to talk whatever it is they talk about when alone. 

I made my excuse and left them.

I know Janice trusts Tess with everything, so I guess she knows about Damien and that would be what they'd talk about. 

I wish she trusts me enough to tell me one day. 

I trashed what remained of my lunch and started for my next class. 

I was almost at the door when I decided took a quick detour to the bathroom. 

While I was washing my hands I heard someone come in. 

After a while I still saw no one. I tried shrugging it off but I kind of felt uneasy.

I tried finishing up faster. 

When I turned to go, he was standing there and scaring the hell out of me.