A/N:Okay I need a break from my other unfinished,nightmarish stories. So here is this. enjoy.

I was soaked,shivering,and not at all happy on that fateful monday morning.I'm sure I must've worn my dispostion as clearly on my face as in my stiff, cranky posture as I stormed down the Language hallway of my high school.I knew this because people avoided my path with a seemingly instinctive wariness. Noticing that did not at all improve my mood. What did I look like,an ogre?

"No need to be frightened kids." I muttered "Just passing through." Oh,but there I went talking to myself again. Despite my New Year's resolution to avoid that particular personal flaw, I couldn't seem to shake it. It held fast,like a toddler to a fatigued mother's leg.

The late bell rang as I strode into the nearest girl's bathroom, letting out a sigh of frustration at my unfailing ability of tardiness.

Leaning over one of the cool,white sinks I peered into the mirror.

"Horrific." was my judgmental judgment of the image reflected there. The girl in the mirror looked similarly disgusted,her long auburn hair hanging down like a heavy curtain on either side of her pale oval face, I pulled the wet mass into a tightly coiled bun at the nape of my neck.

I decided it was a good thing that I hadn't applied makeup before leaving for school that morning, waterproof or not and retrieved a tube of mascara,eyeliner pencil,and moisturizing balm from my bag.

Touched up and a little less cross than I had been a minute before, I emerged from the bathroom and trotted over to my Latin I class.

The board was blank and no one sat on the red stool my teacher usually used.A quick peek to the desk in the back confirmed my hopes, Mr.G hadn't even arrived yet.

'Maybe for once I can scold him for being late.' I thought smugly as I took my seat in the front, second row from the door.

Not a moment later...

"And your name would be...?"

I nearly jumped out of my seat at the question.

Even before I looked up I could tell he was quite young, his voice was too serene and...twisted to come from an ordinary (or should I say "worn out") teacher.

His appearance was anything but ordinary as well. The color of his hair alone reminded me of those few scene kids I hung out with, it was a green so dark it looked more like black with verdant highlights,it fell a little past his shoulders in a rough,yet somehow stylish cut. His skin was tan with oriental undertones,like the last time my friend Lilly Kuang had gotten a really nice tan. His eyes were the most striking of all, a bright, unmistakeable gold that pierced my own baby blues with the gaze of some predaratory animal.

His outfit was comparitvely bland.A simple white button down shirt, untucked over black dress pants.

I brought my gaze back up to his when he spoke,but couldn't quite make out the words. His smooth,compelling tone blended them all together into one marbled mass.

I said as much with my oh-so-poetic "Hnh?"

An amused smile graced those pretty lips as he repeated "What is your name?"

I drew a blank. How could this be happening?Guys never tripped me up,not that I would really know, I'd spent most of my life ignoring them. Sometimes one would come along who seemed funny,intelligent,and clever enough to keep up with me, but they all ended up dissappointing. My keen awareness of my own deep rooted cynisism helped snap me out of my thoughts.

"Lambert,Regina"I shook my head. "Regina Lambert, I mean."

"Thank you miss Lambert."he said before walking to the back of the room.

A sharp poke alerted me to my friend Cara's teasing.

"What was that about miss Lambert?" she whispered over my shoulder.

"I don't know."I admitted quietly, watching as the mystery substitute came back up and began to write on the board."I guess I just spazzed."

"Maybe I should try it."Cara smirked."Wish he'd pay that much attention to me."

I smiled a little."Where'd he come from anyway? I could've sworn I didn't see him when I came in."

"He's been sitting in the back,behind Greg Abbott's seat, since the begining of class."

"Weird." I whispered, though it did account somewhat for me not noticing him,he looked young enough to be a student.

"I,"He began, his voice halting every side conversation in the room.

'Impressive.' I noted mentally.

"I am Mr Young."

"Please tell me his middle name is 'Single and'." Cara quipped. I shushed her lightly.

"And hopefully," he continued, looking at me for a moment (I blushed) "This is Latin I"

A few laughs from the class.

"Your teacher is absent today,I am not aware of the reason for that,but it was apparently an unexpected situation,because he has left no lesson plan for this class."

A few sorted woots and cheers.

"However-"

Some groans this time.

"I'd like to share with you the story of the infamous Emporer Calligula."

He stepped back from the board, revealing a few neatly written paragraphs of pure Latin.

More groans.

He laughed a little. "Not to worry, I'll be the one translating, though if anyone would like to volunteer..."

The room was as silent as a grave.

"I thought not." he said, smiling that sly smile."Now then,onto Rome..."

The next 30 minutes flew by, filled with the oddly riveting tale of the crazed Roman Emporer and his bloody reign.

I found myself reluctant to follow the bell's prompting to get to my next class.

As the students trickled out,buzzing about the hot,new sub, I packed up slowly.

"Jeez Regina." Cara said, hand on one hip with the other planted firmly on my desk. "We have to get to math sometime."

"I know." I muttered,blushing. Could I help it if I didn't want to leave the presence of a demi god?

"Actually Miss Lambert." Mr. Young said suddenly looming behind Cara."Could you stay after class for a few moments?"

Cara sent me a faux-jealous glare.

"Umm Yes." I said carefully.

"Ciao bella." Cara said,gliding around him and out the door.

I shuffled some papers while he pulled up a chair,my mind was flipping out.I wondered if he had some strict policy about tardiness and these "few moments" were going to be spent by his filling out of my detention slip.

"Now then-"he began

"I'm really sorry I was late." I blathered, my nerves getting the best of me."I'm not usually...well actually I guess I am, but I swear I wasn't taking advantadge of you 'cause you're just a sub-I mean a sub,not 'just' 'cause I'm sure it's just as hard as being a teacher,even though you don't have to come up with the lesson plans,but you did come up with one on the spur of the moment today which I totally admired by the way-"

"Why would I think you were taking advantadge of me?" He asked suddenly.

"Huh?" I replied, confused out of my rambling.

"You said 'I swear I wasn't taking advantadge of you 'cause you're just a sub.' Why would I think you were taking advantadge of me?" He tilted his head to the side just a tad, and I wondered momentarily if he knew how sexy it looked.

"Well," I said, shifting in my seat like nervous child."It's fairly easy to come in late if a sub is here, you never get in trouble for it."

He was silent for a minute and I froze with the thought that maybe that hadn't been the right way to answer.

"But I didn't even know we had a sub today-"

"And if you did?"

"I-"

His intent gaze penetrated my thoughts.

"I probably would have been even later." I admitted. As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to swallow them. What was wrong with me? This teacher was messing me up.

Finally he rested his hands on my desk and said,very delibrately"Some people would consider that a kind of...evil."

I became indignant."So?" I scoffed "I'm not pretending to be an angel."

I held my breath for his response. Had I gone too far?

"Excellent." he said,smirking.

"Pardon?"

'must have heard him wrong' I thought

"Regina," he said, his voice taking on a cool undertone "How would you like to see how good evil can be?"

"Hnh?" was my reply.

Was this guy nuts?

A/N: this stems from a rather fantastic daydream of mine ;) hope you enjoy chappie two!