CHAPTER 3

The wide grin on his face sent shivers down my spine.

Everyone seemed lost in his beauty, too lost to notice how he grinned at me.

Or was I imagining things?

  

    He looked exactly like the man with the beautiful hair from my dream yet, he looked different from him.

The man from my dreams had hair as dark as this man but while his was decorated with crimson, this man's was not.

Also, the man from my dreams had eyes as red as blood but this man had emerald eyes instead.

Excluding those features, they looked exactly the same.

I didn't have enough time to think about why this man looked like the one from my dream as a loud uproar of claps had filled the air.

    Finally breaking eye contact with me, the new History teacher bowed curtly and took more steps into the classroom.

Just that short walk from the door to the board would beat an entire runway of models.

So impeccable, so elegant.

"Thank you for the warm welcome." Deep, rich and velvety, his tone was like the gentle caress of the Summer breeze.

Every word that dripped with honeyed warmth had an under layer of poison that was vividly deadly to anyone who cared to pay attention.

   Everything else that he said, faded as my attention zeroed in on his eyes.

I could have sworn I saw a flash of red in them but they happened so quickly, I might as well have imagined it.

On several occasions, he glanced at me with a knowing looking in his eyes.

Fortunately for him, everyone including the Principal was too lost in his beauty to notice.

"Thank you." He turned to the Principal who shook his hand before leaving.

    Coincidentally, he had walked in just in time for History period so he began teaching immediately.

"For today, we'll be taking a deep dive into the intricacies of the 18th century." His piercing eyes swept across the class before momentarily resting on me.

He turned around and grabbed a chalk.

There was definitely something sensual about the way his lean fingers encircled the Chalk holder before finally picking one.

One hand was perfectly held behind his back as he wrote on the board.

  When he turned around, he picked up a textbook and leaned on the table, adding beauty to the damn furniture.

"Now," he spoke again in his crisp British accent, looking up from his textbook to stare directly at me.

    Still with the book in his hand, he walked over to my desk, "What's your name?" 

I gulped, his voice unnerving me.

When he stood directly in front of me, I almost turned to butter.

The man's smooth voice sent shivers down my spine and somehow, straight to my dick.

What the hell was happening to me today?

   Slowly, I stood up, praying in my heart that my knees do not buck before this man.

"Tyler Thompson." I gave myself a mental pat for not stuttering.

He cocked his head to the side a little, amusement taking over his expression, "A lovely name".

"Would you like to share anything you might know, Mr Thompson?" He crossed his arms over each other, his muscles bulging in the process.

I nodded even though it felt like he wasn't just asking about the topic on the board, "The established….."

I was miraculously still standing by the end of my answer.

   "Wonderful." He nodded at me to take my seat before returning to stand in front of the class.

"That was quite detailed." I took that as a compliment.

"My family has a thing for history." That was the only thing we could talk about without disagreeing.

He nodded before muttering something like "I bet they do." 

The rest of the class went on smoothly with him being outrageously good with history and my consistent hard-on at the sound of his voice.

    When the class was over, I rushed to the toilet to help myself with a release.

This was the second time today. First was with the man in my dreams and now my history teacher.

What the hell?!

      Soon, school closed still without Luke nor any of his friends showing up.

I decided to eat at my favourite place before heading home today. Maybe a little bit of ice cream will return me to normal.

After taking my order, I went to a table at the far end of the shop.

No sooner had I sat than someone showed up at my table.

As always, I looked at them, expecting my eyes to scare them away but what I saw, could have scared me away had I not been intrigued instead.

      "Sir." 

"Sir?" He laughed. His hair was no longer in place as a few strands had gathered around his face, giving him a somewhat boyish look.

"We're not in school, Tyler. Call me Sebastian." He added.

"Oh." I had been too distracted in class to even pay attention to his name.

    "You seem uncomfortable." 

When I looked up at him, he was smiling.

"No, it's not like that, Sir. I mean, Sebastian." His smile broadened when I called his name.

"I get it, I was just teasing."

"People can't stand Special eyes." He ate his ice cream casually like he hadn't just called my eyes special.

   "You want to know why?" He scooted closer to me.

"That's because even though they act like it irks them, they realize just how attractive Special eyes are. Much more attractive than ordinary ones."

"I can relate."

"But both your eyes are the same color, Sebastian. How could you possibly relate?" I laughed.

   He didn't say anything more but changed subject instead, "Your answer in class today was incredible."

Even though I didn't see anything special about my answer, this man made me feel like I had truly said something even the smartest person in the world couldn't think of.

"Thank you." I looked away shyly, hoping my face hadn't turned pink.

    "You said your family had something for history." 

"They do. My grandfather was a Historian and my grandmother was a Diplomat to the Holy Roman Empire. My mother is a Folklorist while my father is also a Historian." I have never spoken to anyone about my family before this man.

I must admit, it did feel good speaking to him.

    "Your mother is a Folklorist." He repeated.

"You know, that makes me imagine you getting bedtime stories from her as a toddler." 

He took my silence as a confirmation.

"What was your favourite story, Tyler?" The way my name rolled off his tongue made my insides melt.

"Stories about vampires." Memories of my mother telling me about those creatures resurfaced in my head.

"Interesting." Sebastian commented.

   "It was funny watching her seriously speak about them like they actually existed." I remembered my mother's enthusiasm whenever she spoke about those things, and laughed.

A slight frown covered Sebastian's face, "You don't believe they are real, Thompson?"

"There's no proof that they do exist. Until then, they are only myths." I shrugged and took the last scoop of my ice cream.

   "I mean, think of it. Drinking blood, afraid of the sun, immortality? That's just fiction for fun." 

"Let's say Vampires were real." He also took the last scoop of his ice cream.

"What do you think they would be like?"

Like every other question, I answered, "According to what we're made to believe, they would be horrible looking."

Something about what I said made Sebastian laugh.

This was the second time I was hearing him laugh and I didn't want him to ever stop.

I guess even ice cream couldn't help what was going on with me today.

    "Why?" He asked.

"Imagine me with long canines." 

His laughter died down, "I just did and I think you would be more beautiful."

Every ounce of seriousness I had gathered to speak about vampires, disappeared and was replaced with heat.

"I….I don't think it's okay to flirt with your student." I chewed the sides of my mouth to stop myself from smiling.

"You're not my student right now. And that wasn't flirting, that was an honest answer." My cheeks grew warmer and I had to actually face palm myself out of embarrassment.

I heard him say something that sounded like 'cute' and that only worsened the situation.

      "Hate to end our lovely hang out but I have to go." 

In an instant, I had stopped blushing. Hearing him say he had to go tore my heart for absolutely no reason.

"But if you loved this as much as I did, we could do it again tomorrow." He raised a perfect brow invitingly.

Was he asking me out on a date?

No,no, no.

He couldn't be. Just because he was nice enough to sit and speak with me didn't mean he was interested in me.

He could never be interested in me.

"It's a date." I regretted the last word as soon as it slipped out.

But before I would apologize for it, he smiled.

"It's a date." He repeated before leaving.

Just as he left, I remembered something and ran after him.

   "Sebastian!" I called after him.

He stopped walking, giving me time to catch up to him.

"Did I forget something?" He began searching himself but I stopped him.

"No. I never asked you, do you believe Vampires exist?" I really don't know why but I felt a strong need to know.

    Perhaps it was because we were talking about vampires, perhaps I was too elated or perhaps there was something wrong with the ice cream.

Whatever it was, it made me see a slight taint of red in Sebastian's emerald eyes before he answered, "Yes, I do."