Chapter one: Single out

The halls were filled with people, directing themselves into their appropriate destination; their brains awaiting to be shaped and molded by experienced and…barely experienced elders…well, some elders.

Prudence looked down at her paper, then looking up, her brows furrowed, wondering in what direction to turn. She sighed heavily, looking at her peers pass by her. She opened her mouth to say something, but everyone just ignored her. Spotting a teacher hanging by his classroom door. She excused herself for the bother and asked for directions to her third class of the day. The teacher stared at her with an unusual stare, then instructed her to her destination. She nodded and thanked him for his help, and walked away.

The bell rang and she growled, quickening her steps, before she began to run the rest of the way. She exited the main campus and entered the arts & creativity Halls. She paused, reading the classroom number on her schedule. She looked up at the numbers, finding her appropriate classroom. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes and exhaled. She turned the knob, and walked in. Looking around seeing the torn apart cars that were displayed, she walked past them, seeing the group of people sitting around tables with equipment scattered across the black surfaces. Her footsteps slackened and her fists clenched around her strap that held her side bag. She entered the circle and everyone turned to look at her.

"So if anyone hasn't noticed what you will be learning here is how to fix your own car, so that way all of you lazy asses can fix your own shi—stuff," the chiseled man cleared his throat. He stood with his shoulders back and his head dropped, staring at the floor. He craned his neck to the side, noticing how the student's attention, was far from focused on what he was saying by that point. His eyes narrowed, turning very slowly, adding a haunting chill in his movements.

She stood, frozen, unsure of what to do. Her breathing quickened and his eyes gradually came to contact with hers. Everything went deliberate in her mind as her concentration attached completely on his actions.

His tongue jutted out of his mouth, licking his bottom lip, wetting it slightly. His hands came up, his middle finger rubbing his lips, as his eyes roamed her body. His chest elevated, exhaling slowly, releasing a low, almost silent, growl.

"Home Ec is…" his brow rose, "down the hall," he crossed his arms over his chest, turning his back at Prudence.

Prudence's slow paced momentary lapse ended. Shaking her head and blinking as if something had hit her in the face, she scoffed and stared at the present back that stood in front of her. "Excuse me?" she snapped. He continued to speak, not giving her any acknowledgement. She pursed her lips, jutting her jaw out quickly. "Excuse me!" she gritted, demanding his attention.

The guy stopped his continued conversation, dropping his head back, sighing in frustration. "Is there a reason why you are still here?" he groaned, turning to glare at her. "Do you need someone to hold your hand and walk you over to your class?" he stepped closer to her. He towered over her, making her feel small.

She swallowed the lump that had built in her throat. Her eyes faltered in fear for a second. Noticing his lips twitch as a small smirk began to develop, she clenched her jaw, her brows furrowed.

"I'm here for this class," she hissed.

His eyes darkened and his features stern. "What?" he turned his head slightly to the side, as if attempting to hear her better.

"I said," she placed her hand on her waist, her brow quirked high, "I'm in this class," she smirked triumphantly.

He huffed, raking his teeth over his lip. "You're a girl," he clenched.

She scoffed, "That was clarified when I came out of my mother's womb," she clicked her tongue.

"Girls. Don't. Belong here," he gritted.

"Gee. You know what," she pointed to her chin, "I knew there were going to be egotistical sexists in this class…I just thought they would take a little bit more time to attack me," she jabbed her finger into his chest.

A low growl emerged from deep within his chest. "What did you just say?"

"I'm done talking to you," she pushed him aside, "Where's the teacher?" she looked around, noticing the classroom intrigued in what was happening.

He grabbed her hand, removing it from his shoulder. He moved behind her, leaning in closely…very closely, his lips next to her ear. "I am the teacher," he whispered huskily.

Her eyes widened, swallowing the resurfaced lump in her throat. She turned slowly, facing him. "What?" she croaked.

He smirked, "Have nothing to say now do we," he crossed his arms.

"You…you're the teacher?" her breathe was caught.

She was in big trouble. How can he be the teacher? He…he looked like a student. He was young. He looked like at least a senior. Prudence figured he was an audit.

Her heart was slamming against her chest. Her snarky confidence was long gone. She now felt like a small kitten cornered by a large Rottweiler, snarling his teeth, ready to eat her whole.

"Sit," he ordered.

Prudence begrudgingly shuffled her way to an empty spot to sit at. Through his entire walkthrough of the school year, she remained her focus on her hands, which laid on her lap, playing with the fabric of her plaid pants.

"Now today I am supposed to give you an assignment, but since I have never been one to follow rules that aren't my own," he cleared his throat, chuckling, "you can just kick back and do nothing for the rest of the period," he sighed as everyone cheered.

Her eyes roamed her enlightened classmates, quickly, dropping her gaze back to her hands.

"Hey!" she heard above her, but refused to see who it was. "Yo, princess," someone continued, but she remained staring at her hands.

BAM!

Prudence jumped at the sudden loud sound that emerged from her table, which originated from two hands spread out in front of her. Her eyes trailed up the toned, tanned arms meeting the grey blue eyes that belonged to the man she traded sassy remarks with just a few minutes prior.

"I have something for you to do," he licked his lips, seeing her look up at him.

She stood slowly, fear coursing through her body, as she followed him to the back of the room, where his office stood, behind the racks and shelves of equipment, hidden from the rest of the classroom.

"Stay," he demanded, leaving her to stand where he had ordered her to.

Her eyes roamed the supplies, momentarily imagining the things she would be able to do with the tools.

Her teacher returned, shoving a crate of more tools against her. She flinched at the shock of pain that was inflicted when the crate hit her shin.

"Organize these, and place them where they go," he smirked, walking around her, leaving her staring at the tools.

She sighed, letting her head fall back, feeling her dark locks brush against her behind.

What did I get myself into?

Ok lol so first things first. I am continuing all my other stories. It is taking me sometime to upload lol I am aware, but I am still writing them. Secondly, this is a cross over lol so...expect someone else to come along...LOVE TRIANGLE. Darn...spoiled. lol Well hope you enjoyed this first chapter and I cannot wait to read you all's reviews...if any lol ok ok. I leave you now lol

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peace- Evy