"Fuck," I hiss knocking the chemistry room's door.
"Come in," a husky voice mutters.
I enter slightly pounding my feet and walk to the back, where I usually sit.

I've always sat at the back. When I sit at the back I can clearly see everything that's going, and I can also talk with my friends... If I'm really honest with myself, though, I think I sit at the back because I'm not willing to answer questions or participate in class discussions. I hate them!

"Where are you going?" Mr.McCall says, tapping his pen on the desk.
I turn around and give him a dirty look " Sir, I'm walking to my chair".
"Well can't you sit here, in the front row," he mutters.
"But..." I glare at him.
"No but's... here now," he says raising his voice and scrunching his eyebrows together. He then points at a desk in front of him.

I frown and walk to the desk. I slam my bag on it and it creates a loud bang which resonates across the room, breaking the silence. Nevertheless, he doesn't look up, he continues reading.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. But he's hot... Very hot... He would have become an amazing model... Couldn't he be a model instead of a chemistry teacher?

I look around the room and yawn. Where's
Dylan...

I look at Mr.McCall's perfect lips as he looks up. His eyes lock with mine. His eyes are like emerald lightning; sharp and cold. They don't miss a thing.

"Sorry sir" Dylan mutters running in.
"Where were you ?" Mr.McCall mutters, his strong voice makes my hormones go berserk.

Dylan looks at me and then back to Mr.McCall.
"Sit down!" Mr. McCall shouts.

After a minute of dead silence, Mr. McCall looks up from his book.
" School should be a place for learning, and inappropriate make-out sessions are not only disruptive to our environment but uncomfortable for the people around you. I'm not saying that kissing, holding hands, hugging within reason shouldn't be allowed, but you two were tonguing in the hallway... You could have gotten a suspension," he hisses, banging the book on the desk.

A suspension for a kiss? That's new.
He's a JERK... That's right... a big Jerk.

Dylan caresses my thigh as I hold his hand.

"Damn it's so hot in here" he mutters, removing his jacket.

His shirt is transparent white , therefore his six-pack can actually be seen. My mouth starts to dry up as oxygen is not willingly entering my lungs.

I place my forehead on the desk and close my eyes. My heart pumps frantically in my ears, making my head spin.

I'm overreacting... You've seen so many boys half-naked and now you're nearly having a heart attack for a man wearing a FREAKING white shirt... Girl, you need to calm down.

Breathe.

I breathe in. I breathe out. Remember that he's your teacher, and things need to stay that way.

1 hour later
"Brooke", someone says in the distance.
"Miss Stewart! Detention is over!" another voice, this time more arrogant, says.

I blink and open my eyes. I actually fell asleep. A cackle exits my mouth. Dylan smiles as Mr.McCall's face starts to turn red. Dylan quickly helps me to stand up.

"Bye sir" we shout walking out of the door.

I enter in Dylan's car - I'm too lazy to walk home - and get dazzled by the velocity of Dylan's lips crashing against mine.

"I couldn't wait longer," he says in between a kiss and another.

My hands wander under his shirt and start tracing circles on his abs. I manage to shift from my seat to his lap as the kiss deepens into an uncontrollable desire. Our tongues start dancing together as his hands move to my lower back.

He removes my shirt and traces a line of kisses from my lips to my collarbone. He starts nibbling and at the same time trying to unhook my bra. I touch his hand and I stop him. Our breaths join forming an invisible cloud. I kiss his nose.
"We can't do it here" I mutter.
He fixes his shirt as I move to the other seat.
"You're right..." he says, coughing.
"Shall we go to my house?" he asks.
"Yep" I say smiling.

Dylan's car exits the parking lot when I spot Mr. McCall walking with another woman. He wasn't looking at the woman.He was looking at us.