Chapter one

Hands

He stood, leaning against the wall at the front of the classroom when I walked in. he was talking to Leanne Worwick, aka the brain, as the populars had deemed her. he smiled as he talked to her, full pale lips framed perfect white teeth. His angel blonde hair fell slightly to the side. I hadn’t even realized I was sarong until I felt a sharp pain in my arm

"Ouch!" I said startled, covering the area that stung. Marlie raised an eyebrow and pulled back her hand. I had just realized that she had pinched me.

"So are you back here with us on earth?" She asked. I rolled my eyes.

"What? is a girl not allowed to zone out once in a while?" I inquired shortly.

"Not when while your zoning out, your staring at Joey Cappella!? she retorted smugly. I had been so caught up in my day dream, I had barely realized that the brain had moved and Joey Cappella in her had taken her place, no doubt razing this gorgeous hunk of teacher. Marlie nudged me.

"So...?" the word was so small but the meaning of it was a spike driving into me so my answers would spill out of me with no ability to hold them back. but I relented.

"So what?" where the only words I would let escape my mouth.

Marlie Jane Loveless was my best friend, yes. But could she keep a secret? Probably not to save her life or the life of her tea cup Chihuahua. Marlie was the bolder one of the two of us, the prettier one. Her dark red hair in a curly stylish bob framing her face, the body a cheerleader would starve herself to have and the brains of Stephen Hawking. She nudged me again.

“I knew it!” She gasped. “You like Joey Cappella!” well, it was easier then the alternative.

“fine!” I said, attempting to blush. “You got me.” the excitement faded from her face and was replaced my shock and horror. But before she could yell at me, class was called to order.

“Bonjour class!” he said smiling his voice was so smooth and welcoming. Je suis Monsieur Mackenzie.” mister Mackenzie… what a handsome name.

He walked around the class handing out the curriculum. He was so tall, 6’2 at least. He passed by our desks and handed me the sheets of paper. My eyes glanced over his hands. Big, strong hands… hands you wanted to…

I stopped there, shaking my head. He did have lovely hands, and yes, they did send me into a spiral of sexual thoughts. Any other girl would have. I glanced over the curriculum, barely paying attention. I was so deep in thought about this man that I had just met. When the bell rang I was out of my seat, already at the door when everyone else was just deciding to get up. I had to get out of the school. Get away from him before he drove me to my wits end. Though I wouldn’t mind.