That class was BIOLOGY. Today was another 'Sex Ed' class. Teachers from every discipline would usually take one day a month to preach to us about teen pregnancy, abstinence, and the proper use of a condom. In biology it usually got a little more uncomfortable because the teacher tended to get a little more in your face about it.
I took my seat at the back of the class as usual. None of the teacher liked me and it was easier on everyone if I just stayed out off everyone's way.
As class started I sort of blanked out, just daydreaming of being out of this place and on some adventure kicking ass. That made me smile. "Kate!! What the hell are you smiling at?" Oops, it seemed Mrs. Smith was demonstrating the proper way to put on a condom. This is not the time to be getting her attention. Sure I wasn't the only non-virgin here but the teacher didn't know that. I was the devil in her eyes and could corrupt any one of her students. I felt like being a smart ass all of a sudden so I gave her an even bigger smile and said, "Oh nothing it's just you've got the condom backwards. Has it been a while Mrs. Smith? Do you need me to help?" I was laughing so hard inside but tried to keep a straight face as the whole class gasped. Mrs. Smith had no idea what to say. She did have the condom backwards and maybe I'd hit a sore spot with the whole getting laid thing. Either way I knew I was in for a shit load of punishment. Maybe they'd go medieval on me and give me five lashes or something. 'I'd like to see them try,' I said allowed to myself when someone walked into class.
Mrs. Smith was still spluttering about what I'd just said so I took the opportunity to slowly sit back down. Why did I have to push so much? I'm going to be sent down to the office
and they'll call my parents. 'My dad is going to be so pissed,' I said to myself feeling more and more melancholy.
FLASHBACK
"Kate what the hell did you do now?" yelled my dad as he walked into the principals office. I knew not to answer it would just make him angrier so I sat as the secretary came in to sign me out of school. I hadn't really done anything, Jessica, one of her enemies, had spray painted one of the walls on the school with some bad language and blamed it on me. Apparently she saw me do it. What a bitch. Anyways I made sure to keep my head down and not do anything to make my dad any more frustrated.
My dads a good man but he has some anger issues. Since he was a child he's held his tongue against everyone because he was never strong enough to back up what he said. Years of that kind of anger blows up in your face when you come to realize you have control over someone, your own daughter. I loved my dad and would never do anything to harm him or my mother who's deeply in love with him so if he takes his anger out on me a little that's fine. He needs to let off some steam. I knew what was coming and was resigned to take it as long as I lived at home.
My father dragged me rather roughly to the car as people watched. Most were happy to see me suspended for a week, others were neutral. No one knew what happened at home sometimes and it stayed that way, even my mother didn't know.
I was dragged into the car and yelled at to stay put. My father was very angry today, must have had a hard time at work. When he got into the car he turned to me and slapped me hard across the face. My dad never got physical in front of people; he didn't like people knowing he wasn't in control. Several students gasped but no one did anything. Who would? They never liked me. Chris and Stacy might have done something if they'd know what happened but secrets could be kept well when need be. Word never got out.
We made our way home, my dad in anger and me in sadness. I think deep down I thought I deserved this. I was abnormal and a sinner who needed to be treated like scum. This is how I'd always felt my whole life. It had just been this year that I could say I was a better person but when my father was like this it brought me right back to those unwanted feelings of hate and regret. My father never did any serious damage, usually just some slapping, pushing, intimidation, that sort of thing but this time had been different.
The minute we walked in the door he'd grabbed me around the neck and pushed me against the wall. He yelled so many things I couldn't keep track of them but most had nothing to do with me. He flung me across the room and for the first time kicked me. He kept yelling that I was weak and a freak that needed to be taught a lesson. He punched and kicked until I stopped yelled and just lay there crying. When I found the strength to get up I went to bed and fell asleep. That whole week I stayed in my room healing as much as I could but the incident never left me. I'd never thought my father would do something like this to me. This change in my father scared the shit out of me and I just hoped nothing else had to happen that would make my father mad.
END OF FASHBACK
All the skated through my head as I sank lower and lower into my seat. I'd never been scared of anything before but this new side to my father was something I didn't know how to handle. I slowly looked up getting ready to get yelled at when all eyes turned to the front of the class. Whoever it was they were getting a lot of attention. I wiggled around in my chair so I could get a glimpse of the mysterious student. Of course it had to be a student because no one would ever think to disrupt Mrs. Smiths' class.
When I finally got a look around someone head I was shocked at what I saw. He was perfect. He seemed to be about 6'0 with dark hair almost black with some sort of highlight in it that made it shimmer almost red it seemed. His shape was something to die for. I'd never been big on the whole muscle thing but him I could make an exception for. He wasn't bodybuilder big but more of like a toned swimmer kind of look with nice biceps and what seemed to look like a six pack going on. He didn't seem the type that was so full of muscles you couldn't give them a proper hug because they were too stiff. He looked like someone you could melt into.
I blinked a couple times and looked away. I'd never had this sort of reaction to anyone before. Sure I've been attracted to people to the point where I had sex with them but I've never analyzed a body like that. The way you look was not usually important to me. I was attracted to personality more, someone who's adventurous and a smart ass like me. I smiled as I shook my head. This was stupid he's just a guy. When I looked up again he was staring right at me. It gave
me a start a little and he smiled. He had perfect white teeth and full luscious lips. 'This guys going to be every girl's wet dream and every guy's worse nightmare,' I said to myself very low but I saw him smile again.
Mrs. Smith seemed to be out of words. I was shocked. She always had something to say and an opinion to declare. She looked him up and down as well but saw things a little different than me. "Mr. Adan what is that you're wearing?" When I looked back at him noticed black jean accompanied with some hot biker boots. He wore a black tight t-shirt with a flaming skull and a saying "LIVE FREE" on the back. I smiled and noticed he was looking at me again and smiled back. "Clothes," he stated as he handed her a slip of paper. She went to grab it but still had he opened condom in her hand. Adan lifted his brows but said nothing.
"Well umm I guess you can pick a seat Mr. Adan," Mrs. Smith said without yelling at him for his clothes. I was surprised and it showed. Adan made his way all the way to the back of the class and sat beside me. "Are you sure that is where you want to sit. We have perfectly good seats closer to the front (away from her)" she said under her breath. "No here's just fine," he said and stared at me.
'God he's yummy,' I thought. 'I bet he tastes better than chocolate,' I said while licking my lips. Adan actually laughed out loud and smiled at me. 'What the hell is his problem,' I thought and settled back into my seat to pay attention to the rest of the class.
Adan's P.O.V
She was stunning. The moment I heard her take a stab at her teacher I knew she'd be beautiful. Her voice was like song waiting to be heard. Only those worthy would truly appreciate what she had to offer. It's not every day you get to meet someone in this stuffy neighborhood who isn't afraid to be themselves. Everyone was fake around here. No one says what they mean or acts as they wish. Secrets are something that are held very close to heart here and that is why I have come. No one will bug me here, they will leave me alone with my secrets and I will leave them to there's.
When I walked in I almost laughed out loud. The teacher really was holding the condom backwards trying to get it to slide down a fake wooden penis. I saw the woman who spoke up to her teacher. She smiled to herself and I extended my powers to read her mind "Maybe they'd go medieval on me and give me five lashes or something. 'I'd like to see them try,'" I read. 'Hmm, what an interesting mind' I thought to myself. Then I saw her draw back into herself as if she was sorry for what she had done. Reading her mind again I saw everything that happened with her father. I was furious. What kind of a man hits a woman?
As I saw her sit back down I wished I could do something to help her; she seemed so alone and sad. I saw her look at me and since she was speaking quite loudly in her head I knew she thought I was attractive and that made me smile. The teacher made a comment about my attire but I simply bushed it off and made my way to the back of the class. No one seemed to like her, she stayed at the back of the class, alone, even the teacher was against me sitting anywhere
near her. I thought she was fascinating and quite refreshing. All these stuffy people made me feel like I was suffocating but she's a breath of fresh air.
When I sat down beside her I heard her think I would taste yummy, better than chocolate. That made me laugh so hard. None of the stiff necks would ever think to relate something attractive to their different senses. This one has more potential then most, she's tough, cheeky, and gorgeous; A perfect mixture.
Normal P.O.V.
"So what's your name?" I heard Adan ask. I debated ignoring him but he was right beside me and I couldn't very well be rude.
"Kate, what's it to you?" I heard him laugh under his breath and turned to look at him. He was even more stunning up close. It was like some otherworldly pull was drawing me to him. It was weird but almost like I should know him. I stared at him for a little while as he stared back at me. I didn't realize I was staring until he snapped his fingers in front of me a chuckled. I cleared my throat and the bell rang. I got up fast and was the first out the door.
I made my way to my locker quickly and got out my cell phone to dial my moms number. When my mom picked up I asked, "Mom, can you call the school and get me out of my next classes? I'm not feeling very well. I want to go home and rest."
"Sure dear it's not very bad is it?"
"No, just a little fever. Nothing a little rest can't cure."
"Ok I'll call now. I should be home around eight so I'll see you then ok? Hope you feel better."
"Thanks mom," I said as I hung up. I closed my phone and sighed. Now I could get out of here away from these people and spend the day alone, maybe read under my favorite tree.
I closed my locker and turned around to leave but bumped into Adan. "What do you want," I asked.
"Where are you going? Don't you have more classes?"
"I'm not feeling well so I'm leaving," I stated and tried to get around him.
"Alright so let's go," he said and started dragging me out the door.
"What the hell? I don't even know you man, LET ME GO!"
I heard him sigh as we came up to a motorcycle, his motorcycle. "Is this yours?" I asked staring at this beautiful red racing bike. "Yes it is," I heard him say. I ran my hand along the bike
and stared. "Would you like a ride?" I heard him ask with a smile. I turned to look at him and saw him holding out a helmet and smirking at me, "Unless you're scared." I laughed and grabbed the helmet, jumped on the back of the bike and smiled at him, "Let's go!"
