Chapter 3

I run down the hallway muttering curses at Joe for wasting my time.

Thank God Mrs. Perez came to my rescue,she is sweet old lady who works at the school's library.

She is very found of me because I usually help her during the weekends after cheer practice.

Fuck Joe for making me late.

Now Mr. Harrison is going to mad at me. I really pray the rumors aren't true.

I hope is a sweet man,who pardons teenagers for being late to Class.

I let out a sigh of relief when I got the door of the classroom, only fifteen minutes later.

I took a small peek into the room to see everyone's head buried into their ipads and the teacher reading from his.

Eastern is modernized school, instead of text books,we use iPads, which has all our books installed on it.

So no need to carry heavy textbooks.

I let out a breathe,

"You can do this Ireal. He is only a teacher,not a monster"I tell myself.

With a shaky head I opened the door,the cold air from AC hits my face.

All eyes suddenly turns to me including the teacher's.

Some are looking at me with pity, especially my friends and the others with humor.

"What do you want?"I gruff but husky sexy voice asks me and I turn my attention to the teacher who was glaring at me now.

Mr. Harrison.

Fuck,those eyes. Those beautiful grey eyes,I have never seen grey eyes like that in my life.

It is the darkest stormy grey eyes I have ever seen in my life and there a  spark of blue hue in them.

His jaw line was defined,full lips, perfect cheek bone.

Fuck this man is a god. No wonder girls swoon over him. He indeed could be a model.

I see his fingers snapped Infront of me bringing me out of my reverie.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You barged into the my class unannounced and I ask you a question you stand there like a dummy"he grits and my heart begins to race.

I hate being under pressure,I turn to have a panic attack.

"I..I am..sorry sir...I am..in this class"I stutter rubbing my sweaty palms against the my short skirt.

He lets out a sigh of frustration and irritation.

"Why are you late then?"he asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I...I..was in....I was stuck...stuck in the bathroom"I lied, looking down.

"Look at me when I speak to you"he suddenly shouts and I get startled.

My lips begun to tremble as I stare at him.

I don't like being yelled at,I am a cry baby. A big one at that.

"This is going to be your last warning. Get out of my sight " he hisses and I scarry to look for my seat.

Luckily my best friends had saved a seat beside them at the middle row,so I didn't have to embarrass my self any longer.

I put my bag on the hanger and take out my iPad.

I turn to look at Mr. Harrison and he was still glaring at me.

I gulped and looked back down.

"Since everyone is here,I am going to do the introduction"he says coming to stand Infront of the class in tight fitting pants and white shirt ironed to perfection.

His pants looks so tight,why is he a Elvis Presley wanna be.

He black hair is jelled to perfection,no fringes or lose strand anywhere.

"My name is Blake Harrison. I am going to be your history teacher for your senior year. I hate laziness and excuses. There is no such thing as an excuse, you should know the consequences of your actions. The classroom should always be cleaned before I get here. I hate imperfections and lateness,if you are late to my class don't come inside,stay out. Am I clear"he says to us

"Yes sir" we all say in unison.

"If you want to speak to me at the desk,stay at least three feet away from my desk. No eating in my class. Now if you have any questions ask" he says grabbing the attendance book.

Nobody says a word,the entire place was quiet like a cemetery.

You could hear the sound of the AC,

"Since nobody is going to ask questions then I am going to start with the attendance. If I mention your name just raise your hands"he says and begins with the names.

This man looks so out of place in this room but that doesn't fascinate me. He looks so familiar,like I have seen him some where before,I can't put a finger on.

I have never seen a male perfectionist before,well my dad like his things to be organized but he doesn't do it himself,mom does it for him.

But Mr. Harrison seems different,his suit jacket is perfect hanging behind the chair,the books on his desk has been perfectly arranged in order of sizes.

Pen holders contains pen neatly arranged and he has bottle of sparkling water on his desk,like dude, girls are the ones who do these things.

I was brought back from my thoughts by a tap on shoulders.

I looked to see it was Hunter tapping me,I raised an eyebrow at him and he pointed to fronted.

I gulped and looked ahead to see Mr. Harrison glaring at me with furious eyes.

"Miss Angelis,you come to my class late and when you are seated you are spacing out. I don't think you are ready for this class"he snaps at me and I lower my head.

"Stand up" his icy voice snaps and I shakily stand up with tears already gathered at my eyes.

"This going to be you last warning. The next time you space out of my class,you are going stand outside for rest of the semester. Am I clear"he sternly warns and I nod still with my head down.

"Look at him when I speak to you"he suddenly shouts and I get startled and begin to shake.

There it is,the tears started falling,as I sniffed softly.

He kept looking at me and he let out a sigh while I continue to wipe my tears.

"Sit down" he says more calmly this time and I sat down still wiping my tears.

"Shall we continue with the Civil War in 1861. Miss Angelis start reading to the class"he says and I looked at him in surprise and horror.

He only nods his head and perched his behind on the table.

I shakily tooks out my iPad and looked for the page on screen.

"We don't have all day Miss Angelis" he says and I nod.

Finally I scrolled to page ,

"The Civil War of 1861,it was fought between the years......" I read with a wobbly voice.

So much for a great day.