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Chapter 2: Uh Oh
Her tall frame and slender body were like of a Victoria's secret model. Her green eyes had a small speck on silver shining in them. She had long, wavy blonde hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from gold fabric. She had a light pale skin which made her beautiful pink lips stick out. Her cheeks were rouged and she was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a red leather jacket.
He cleared his throat.
"Um, okay, so today we will learn about the war of 1812." He turned around and continued to write on the board. He was still speaking but Emma couldn't concentrate. Her mind was still crazy from the little eye contact they made before. This was going to be one hell of a year. How was Emma supposed to concentrate on something so important like her grades, when there was something so beautiful in front of her? Was this going to be possible for her to pass senior year? Was she going to be able to get away with good grades and still be able to pay attention to the angel in front of her? Was she going to be able to-
"Emma, what year did the war of 1812 take place in?" Mr. Jones stopped writing and turned to Emma. Was she still drooling? Did he notice? Did he know that Emma and all the other girls in the room were in love with him? Wait, in love with him? Take a step back. Was Emma going to let his devilishly handsome face interfere with her paying attention-
"Emma?"
Was she going to let him be the problem of her senior year?
"Emma?"
"Huh?"
"What year did the war of 1812 take place in?"
"Um… hold on, let me think." All Emma was thinking was how stupid she was to let this beautiful creature distract her from her work. Was she seriously gonna fail the class on her first day?
"Any moment now, Miss Swan."
"1812."
The class giggled as Mr. Jones finally turned back to the board. Emma face started to slowly become red. Lily gave her an 'it's-okay-don't-worry-about-it' look and smiled. Emma sighed angrily and grabbed her book. Thankfully, the bell was about to ring, so she didn't have to stay there and embarrass herself any further. She gathered her things and waited for the last seconds.
The bell rang. Emma sprung up from her seat and grabbed her things. Other students were still talking about her little incident before and were already preparing to tell their friends. She began to quickly exit when-
"Miss Swan, can you stay for a quick minute?" Mr. Jones said. Emma cursed under her breath and shut her eyes. She turned around and walked over to Mr. Jones' desk in the back of the room.
"Now Miss Swan, I've checked up on you. Before school even started."
Emma stood there thinking 'Does he check up on all his new students? Why the hell was he checking up on her? What did this mean?' She didn't answer him; she just stood there and stared at him blank-eyed.
"I've seen your grades, you're quite excellent. You strive for excellence, and might I say, you achieve greatness."
"Thank you."
"Now, the thing is, why do you choose to mess it all up senior year?"
"No, Mr. Jones, I wasn't intending to do any such thing. I was distracted by something and I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry."
"Well, what were you distracted by? I can't have you be distracted in my class any further." He tossed a ball in his hands, and he stared Emma down. She moved her hand up and down the strap of her backpack, clearly showing him she was nervous. He liked the impact he had on her.
"Um, it doesn't matter, it won't happen again."
"No Miss Swan, it does matter. You need to get rid of it or confront it."
The late bell rang. Emma backed away slowly, and quickly turned. She paused at the door. He stopped playing with the ball now, and stared at her back, with a confused look. He saw her inhale and exhale before she spoke.
"It was you."
She left the room with that. The door slammed behind her.
"And how intrigued I am by you, Miss Swan." He smirked, and continued to work, grading papers, and taking breaks to toss the ball in his hands.
