Sara POV
I sat right smack in the middle of the class. Which, in hindsight, was an awful idea. But I couldn't help it. He was too gorgeous. 'He' was my Social Studies teacher, . And boy, was he hot. Even our science teacher said he was looking good! So anyways, I sat in the middle of the class next to my friends, while I saw Casey sitting in a corner. She was looking at him, she liked him more than anyone else, I think. She tried suppressing grins but it didn't work out too well. In that way, our first class with blew by. I really wanted to talk to him, just one-on-one. So I went up to him. " ?" I asked, having to look up at his tall and slender figure. God, he was gorgeous. "Yeah?" He asked, having to bend down to my height. "You said we could call you Mr.O, right?" I looked into his dark chocolate eyes. Did I mention I love dark chocolate? "Yeah, sure" he replied with that perfectly sexy voice that wasn't really too deep. "Okay, just checking." I said, and turned to go to my locker. I kept my smile and giggles to a low while I told Casey what happened. "Oh MY GOD HE IS JUST so hot." She said, her eyes fluttering as she thought of him. We went our separate ways towards home and I just couldn't stop thinking about him. Whenever I meet someone new that I'm remotely interested in, I always always always look them up on whitepages. And so I treated the same. Ethan OConnor, Ethan OConnor. He was 24 so that should narrow it down and it did! There was only one Ethan OConnor in New York, surprisingly. It led me to his address, and email. I texted Casey who was also looking up stuff and she found his Facebook.I looked up his address and I think my heart stopped beating. He lived five minutes away from me. Five minutes! I could walk to his house! But I didn't. I had other things to do. I looked at his Facebook which was virtually empty, save a picture or two. My findings were GREAT. I was really, really pleased with myself and the fact that I got to be in his class the rest of the year. I closed my eyes and let some terrifying thoughts flow through my head. Him, with his gorgeous brown hair all messed up. Sweating. Bending me over a desk. Him fucking me relentlessly. My eyes shot open. It was just my imagination. But maybe, some day...