Chapter 2 Charlotte's POV! Who is that tall teacher? We probably all know...(^l^)
I do not own Pirates in Love. If I did they would all be mine. And shirtless. (*l*) *nosebleeds*
I was reading a new book I got from the library when I noticed the noise around me stopped. I looked up from my page to see CJ standing inbetween Jason and Brad. Everyone else was focused on something in the corner of the room. Clap. Clap. I turned around and saw a tall man standing in the corner. He had long brown hair that reached the bottom of his neck. His steel grey eyes swept over the room. I noticed they lingered a bit longer on CJ, Brad, and Jason. A charming grin spread across his face as he addresssed the class.
"My charming lady you dance like a goddess." His flashed an even brighter smile if that's possible. "What might your name be?" Moving to lean against the whiteboard he crossed his arms. By doing this he managed to flex his muscles beneath a suit. Not that impressive, but all the girls seemed to melt in a puddle right there. You could see all the boys visibally groan, including Jason and Brad. CJ just rolled her eyes at him before sliding into her seat.
"My name is CJ Spiers." She gave him a rebellious look and crossed her arms mimicking him.
His mouth made a slight twitch and I could see the mirth in his eyes. "Well..." He started and then going to sit on another girl's desk."What's your name?"
"A-A-Amber." She stuttered looking away.
"You mean after the color of your beautiful eyes?" Amber just blushed a deep red before bowing her head. Fortunately for the embarrassed girl he retracted himself from her desk and walked swiftly to the board.
"Students I am Morgan your new student teacher. Miss Hoffman your original teacher decided to get married and had to move away to be with her dear husband. You will respect me and listen to what I have to teach you. I assure you it will benifit you later on." He leaned over CJ's desk. "Is that clear Miss Spiers?"
CJ leaned back in her seat to meet his eyes. "I hope you know Mr. Morgan that respect goes both ways."
Morgan just turned his back to CJ and kept talking. "Don't worry about him CJ." I whispered. "Just ignore him."
"For the entire year?" She exaggerated. I just shrugged.
The rest of the period went smoothly without any other interaction between CJ and Mr. Morgan. The bell finally rang. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door with CJ, Brad, and Jason. They were pretty nice guys and were really great friends. Out in the hallway was where CJ began to rant.
"Who does he think he is the damn-"
"Miss Spiers!"
We all turned as one when we heard Mr. Morgan call out. He ran down the hall and stopped in front of CJ.
"Miss *pant* Spiers *pant*... would you mind if I have a little chat with you." Mr. Morgan was bending over trying to catch his wind. I guess he's not as in shape as he seems.
"Um..." CJ looked like Mr. Morgan had just asked to sleep with her. Her eyes were wide open, her face was twisted, and her mouth was slighty open. Overall the look said 'pedophile'.
"CJ you can go," Brad snorted. "I'll tell Ms. Walker why you're late."
"That settles it then." Mr. Morgan straightened up. "It won't take that much time." He began to slowly walk away. CJ hesitated before scampering of, turning back to give us a 'help me' face.
"She sure doesn't like him." Jason spoke starting up the hallway again.
"I don't either, he's like..." Brad stopped to come up with the right words. "Like the way he talks or acts to his students. Almost too flirty like a... pervert!" Brad jumped up and down happily.
"That's what he is! A pervert!"
I just stared at him in shock. "And why are you happy about this? We just let CJ go off alone with him."
We became quiet, thinking to ourselves before Jason broke the silence. "She'll be ok. Classes are in session and if she screams anyone would hear her. The walls around here are paper thin."
Even so I couldn't stop the uneasiness that was in the pit of my stomach. I left Jason and Brad, to head to the library for study hall. Study hall had to be one of my favorite times of the day, where I could just relax in a tiny, silent, corner, and read. The library was never usually busy, so when I entered and found it empty of even the librarian I thought nothing of it. Finding an empty table, I sat down and took my novel out.
I couldn't really get into it though. The silence seemed particulary thick, and I couldn't help but think I wasn't alone. Standing up quickly I jogged through a row of shelves. Nothing. Every row I looked down there was nobody. Until a flash danced on the other side of a shelf. Paranoia set in and every scary movie I've watched came to mind. My palms became sweaty and I could feel my heart pumping in my ears. Breaking into a run, I dashed towards the exit before colliding with a wall.
Funny since when were walls this warm? Or had muscles? Looking up I noticed the wall was not a wall. It was a man. Definately a man. He was really handsome too. His cocoa skin feels so nice against my body- wait what? Glancing up at his face I noticed he was staring at me and was slightly blushing. I then noticed my hands were sliding up and down on his chest. Good god I was practicaly feeling him up!
"Um- um...!" Panicking I pushed him away and looked down embarrassingly. I could feel the heat rise in my face. What am I doing?
"Miss?" I forced myself to look up at him. His face still had a tint of red, but worry now clouded his warm brown eyes. Warm?! Get a grip Charlotte!
"I-I-I'm sorry f-for running into you. I wa-wasn't looking w-w-were I was going." What is wrong with me?! I never stutter!
He gazed at me before smiling kindly. My heart then constricted painfully in my chest. A warm feeling spread throughout my entire body. This feeling... is...
"It's alright," He looked at me before smiling wider. "I'm Christopher. I didn't know anyone else was in the library." His eyes swept around.
"It looks p-pretty empty." I stammered out.
His eyes met mine and we held eye contact for what seemed like forever. His brown eyes are like pools I could swim in and drown. Oh this so embarrassing! The heat rose in my cheeks again, but I didn't look away. It wasn't until the librarian stalked in that we broke our gaze.
The librarian turned to me and spoke in a snippety voice. "I hope you know Miss Goldman that study hall is in room 25 today." Pushing her glasses up her nose she walked away proudly. Old hag. What- study halls where?!
"Oh no that means I'm late!" I quickly rushed past Christopher and ran out into the hallway. Christopher I thought. Maybe I'll see you again. The thought made butterflies flutter in my stomach.