God he's beautiful.
I couldn't help the soft sigh that escaped my lips as I watched him from across the room. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he scribbled furiously.
Geez, is it humanly possible to write that fast?
Just as the thought crossed my mind he dropped his pencil to the desk and looked up at the teacher, who was going on and on about Romeo and Juliet. I looked away from the object of my fantasies for a moment so I could catch the teacher's eye and pretend I was actually interesting in class. What's the big deal with that story anyway. The fall in love, they get married, they kill each other. The End. I just don't get it.
My eyes darted back to Mr. Beautiful. He's running his hand through those soft bronze colored locks again.
There is no way that is his natural color, but I don't see any roots growing in. There is one way I could find out...
A look a frustration passes over his face for a fleeting second and then it was gone. I wondered what he could have possibly be thinking about.
I really wished it was me he was thinking about. Him pinning me to locker, his lips firmly pressed against mine, those long nimble fingers dipping into the waistband of my jeans...
I jumped as the damn bell rang signaling the end of class. Did I have another pair of panties in my locker? I groaned as I remembered that Jessica had borrowed them after one of her fantasy sessions about Mike. Oh well at least this was the final bell.
As I ran to my car, because it was raining of course, I caught Edward by his car and waved. He gave me a smile that made my heart kick up a notch and a fresh wave of wetness pooled in my underwear. Oh my God, now I really need to get home.
I drove through the familiar roads and as I entered my house I saw my mom crying.
'' Mom! What happened? ''
'' Chief Swan and his daughter Bella have just died in a car accident! ''
'' Mom, why are you crying? ''
'' My period's due in a week. ''
'' Too much information mom. Anyway we didn't even know his daughter. ''