FADED (BOOK ONE)

Lyka's P.O.V

I hate it when am late for classes.

I mean I am always an early bird most times.There is always that day when you are lazy to walk out of  bed even when you hear the alarm and that day is today for me. I am going to be totally late thanks to my laziness.

Early morning at exactly seven, I heard the annoying buzz of my alarm. I reached for it on my night stand and switched it off to continue with my sleep for at least five more minutes.

Goddamn the warm covers!

I don't know how five more minutes turned to thirty but all I knew is I was late for Calculus.

I am never late for class in fact I am never late for Calculus. Which person in their right mind would be late for this class? Me. Right. Mr Harry, the Calculus teacher is hot as fuck. Such a word is inappropriate to be describing my twenty nine year old teacher but I would be damned if other students didn't call him worse.

Penetrating steely gray eyes, dark brown hair, angelic smile and broad shoulders, sometimes I am convinced he is out of this world.

I am sure most girls took this class because of Mr. Harry. A perk of his though is that he is always on time which explains my current state right now. I am running through the hallways like a mad person ignoring the curious stares.

I can deal with those later. I tell my self. It is not that it is not a daily occurrence on campus for anyone but people can't just seem to mind their own bussiness.

Sweaty and breathless, I make it to the lecture room checking on my watch. Five minutes late. It can't be that bad. Taking a few breaths to calm my nerves and a miserable attempt with my hand to straighten my platinum blonde hair, I make a timid knock at the door.

As the door opens, my body tenses. Mr Harry devilishly handsome as always in his light blue dress shirt without a tie revealing a peak of his tanned broad chest coupled with a pair of black slacks that shows off his strong muscular thighs and legs and the shinny black Oxfords stares at me.

If Harry wasn't a lecturer, he could make a better model for the front page of magazines. I would pin his posters in my room except now am no longer sixteen and he's not a model.

There is that watch on his wrist that I cant make out because I don't understand the label but everyone can tell it's vintage and expensive. At this proximity, I can make out that his eyes have a brown ring in them making them more hypnotizing.

Earth to Lyka! Hello?

Then the furrow of his brows and frown on his lips makes me want to shrink in place.

Mr Harry clears his voice and I know I have been ogling him longer than I should have. Shoot me now, I look like a fuckin idiot. This is a damn teacher I am checking out and I couldn't have bothered to be subtle about it.

You not better than those girls throwing themselves around him at campus.

"Mrs Moore, you are late."

Like he wasn't staying the obvious already. He shifts on his feet and I welcome that orchid manly cologne that invades my nostrils. I have been obsessed with this man's scent to know it hasn't changed for two years. Stalker much?

"I am sorry sir." I lick my lips nervously and am sure Mr. Harry glances at my lips before his gaze returns to my eyes.

I would feel good about it if I didn't know that he was interested in Adriana, the hot gold locks in our class. His eyes don't even give away anything when I study his next look. It is nothing short of professional.

I know that Mr Harry has been flirting with Adriana since the semester began. I wonder why he would even be interested in her, I mean she fails with an F minus. She is hot though.

And that is for a fact. Perfect high cheek bones, big tits and a model figure, she could pull any guy he wanted. I guess Mr. Harry wasn't exceptional. Urghhhh.

"You know the rules Moore. I hate laziness and being late is a sign of being lazy." he says nonchalantly. I feel the need to crawl under the floor and hide with the way his eyes assess me.

Instead of arguing knowing it would lead me no where, I give him my best puppy face that Sam, my best friend taught me.

He gazes into my eyes and I love the electric pull it causes. You are loosing it now. Shutting my second persona, I wait for my final judgement.

"Mrs Moore, I will excuse you this time because you are one of my best students but there will not be any other time." he mutters seriously.

"It won't happen again. I promise." I add quickly a feeling of relief washing over me. When he steps away from the door, it is my cue to move my butt to my seat. I have done enough interruption for a morning.

"Mrs Moore,"

I halt my steps when he calls my name. I meet an amused look on his face.

"I love those shoes. Mickey mouse suits you." he smirks.

I look down at my feet to find my Mickey mouse slippers mocking me too at this moment. Too much embarrassment for an early morning, it is good I didn't mess up my outfit though.

A forest green shirt and a pair of jeans with Mickey mouse slippers. I shrug off the embarrassment sending him a meek look. Am so fucked because now I have other hundred pairs of eyes staring and judging me.

Walking past Mr. Harry, I commence on my walk of shame to the back of the room. Yep! I might be wise but in all honesty, I was never a front bencher at any time in school and I wasn't going to start now.

I feel more comfortable at the back and I don't want Mr Harry to catch my eyes gawking at each every movement of his like a stalker.

Right now I regret why I am a back bencher because I have over fifty pairs staring at me like have lost my mind. The proof of it is because the room is peculiarly quiet that I can hear Yvonne humming rude boy by Rihanna. Even when I walk past eveeyone, I can still feel their burning gazes at my back.

I knew I looked bad but now that I see people's eyes, I realize it is worse than I imagined.

I feel the need to smack my brain for making me more guilty and embarrassed than I already I am.

"Sorry," I mutter again as I give Travor his things back.

"You don't solve anything with violence," my mom's words haunt me.

I know Trevor Will because he's part of that basketball team where my ex boyfriend is team captain. He's a bit of an asshole and I don't blame him.

I sigh hard when I reach my seat next to Keith's. He's actually one of my good friends here at college. He is quite full of himself sometimes, okay, most times but he's also good company. I like him so much except for the whore part.

Yeah. Keith Goodchild is a man whore who sleeps with everything that has a vagina. I don't blame the girls though. Keith is good looking with the dirty blonde hair, emerald eyes and a chiselled jaw. Above all he is a total flirt and charmer and he could have these girls dropping their pants in seconds.

"You okay, beautiful?" Keith asks. I give him the 'what don't you see' look.

"Did you get laid last night?" he asks and I give him my best scowl. Seriously?

"Let us be real Lyka. You have bed hair and you are in your damn slippers. Really Lyka? Mickey mouse?" He raises a brow glancing at my feet. Did he need to remind me of that? As a matter of fact, I am going to be the talk of campus the whole week.

What I don't need right now is Keith's detective eyes nudging me. All I need is a wonderful island where I would hide for the rest of the semester if that is even possible.

This is going to be a hell lot of a long day.