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2020-10-25 10:46:40COLE'S POV
"Hey baby!" I say smiling, "you mind telling me where room 214 is?"
"Um-mm yo-u just wal-l-k strai-gh-t and tur-r-n left." she stutters turning red.
"Thanks beautiful." I wink and head to class. Just as I'm heading there I see a lady moving towards the place too. When she sees me she stops.
"Hello young man. What are you doing?" She asks.
"Good day ma'am". I greet. What? Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I don't have manners. "I'm Cole Danvers, the new student. I have to go to room 214 for my first class," I say explaining to her.
"Ohh right I heard about that. Ok come-on let's go." She says walking towards the room door. "I'm Mrs Smith, I teach the class you are going to now" she says opening the door.
"Alright, then," I reply.
"Ok class, sorry I'm a little late again"she smiles. The class laughs and soon she joins them. I scan the class and the people in it. I notice all the girls drooling but then one seems to catch my eyes. Her expression seemed bored and uninterested.
"Ok ok, that's enough." She says quieting down the class. "As you can see I didn't come in alone, this" she gestures to me,"is Cole Danvers. Cole why don't you tell the class something about yourself." She smiles.
"Sure Mrs Smith. I'm Cole Danvers, I come from a rich family which means I have money"I smirk. Don't judge i like to brag. Sue me. I'd prefer people knowing that so that they know I can get off with anything. "I don't have a girlfriend...yet" I wink. Someone says "God that's hot". Another one says "oh yeah he is so mine". I just smile "And I'm really glad to be here with you guys"I finish
"Ok thank you, Cole. Have a seat, you can sit next to Bradley" Mrs Smith say pointing at Bradley. I see that Bradley is in front of the chick, "Thanks Mrs S"I smile showing my teeth and taking my seat.
"Hey man," I greet my new seatmate.
"Xup dude!" He brings forward a hand and I clasp it for a shake.
"So what does Mrs Smith teach again?" I ask.
"English grammar," he replied.
"Huh! I guess it kind of suits her," I remark looking over her direction.
"Yea, I guess so too. She's the best teacher so far. I mean everyone loves her."
"Ok class, we are gonna be talking about tag questions. Does anyone know what tag questions are?" Mrs Smith asks looking around. "Anyone? So no one knows?" She sighs. "Tag questions are--". Before she could continue the bell rang signalling class over. "Well consider that your project and I expect it in three days minimum" she says sternly.
I grab my bag walking into the hall straight to my locker. Well, the lesson was ok. I mean it's not like I don't know all this stuff she's teaching. I'm not stupid! Lets talk about about my family a little.
We are four, two boys and two girls. I'm the second child with my sister Ivy being the first, she's in college now. Then we have the twins Rhett and Daisy, they're still in middle school.
My dad owns a law firm while my mum is a model. They are both very successful in what they do and they expect us to follow their part. My sis is already studying law and my parents want me to join her when I'm done but that's not for me. I'm gonna study medicine.
As I'm walking someone bumps into me and lands on the floor. I turn and see a blonde girl. She's the same one that sat behind me in English.
"Easy there sugar, don't want you breaking anything now, do we?" I say slowly reaching to help her up, flashing a smile.
"Thanks but I don't need your help getting up" she says standing and dusting herself, "seeing as you're the reason I fell down by the way" she adds tightly.
I smirk, "well love, I think you should be watching where you're headed don't you?" I ask with one brow raised. She's the one who bumped into me maybe she just wants my attention..I mean don't they all.
"No I don't!" She says as though reading my mind, "and FYI, I'm not your love." She snaps.
"Well that's what they all say, love." I say to piss her off. I let my eyes roam her body checking her out and not being subtle about it either. She has a great shape with curves in all the right places. Fuck she looks hot. Just how I like'em. My eyes stop at her boobs. That aren't too big or too small, they look just the perfect size.
I hear her clear her throat and I look into her eyes which is the brightest shade of blue I've ever seen, "..till they come begging for me."
"Am sorry to bust your little bubble or day dream.. whatever but I just want you to know something" she says inching closer to me. I breathe in her perfume. It's more like honey and strawberries "I'm not like them." She says walking away.
"We'll see" I said when she was still within earshot.
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