Chapter 3 is now out! Yay! *Does flying cartwheel... well tries* Anyway since a reviewer said that their favorite character was Eduardo I decided to update him in this chapter! Thank you so much for your review!(^l^)
I do not own Pirates in Love. *sighs* Dang it. (-_-) And I don't own Twitter, One Direction, Pirates of the Carrabean, or anything that resembles someone elses work. Here is Hannah's POV!
I stood outside the Continuation class, logging into my Twitter account, while waiting for the bell to ring.(Continuation class is where they place students of all grades, who have no specific class as an elective. They basically don't teach anything, they just have an adult there for supervision. Very boring class.) My eyes were locked onto the small screen and I screamed.
"Noooo! What do you mean I was suspended?!" I barely tweet One Direction and get suspended, while people get to post naked pictures of themselves?
I pumped my fist in the air. "Justice will be served!"
Several people turned to give me weird looks while I slowly sank my hand down, concious of all the stares. Deciding that agonizing over twitter wasn't worth it, I settled for daydreaming about who else, One Direction. They were all so cute, and sexy, especially if their shirts were off.
"Yo woman." Their bodies were so fit and their hair so lucious.
"Woman." So perfect, I would listen to their songs all day until my ears bled.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!" Snapped out of my daze, I stared with hooded eyes, blankly at the guy infront of me. He stood tall and was wearing a brown overcoat. His dark hair was slicked back and he wore an eye patch over his right eye. Does he think he's Jack Sparrow? I inwardly laughed at the thought. Until he smacked the back of my head.
"Hey! What was that for?" I gently rubbed my head.
"You looked like an idiot, drooling in the middle of the hallway."
"I'm not a-" He just pushed past me into the class.
"Hey wait a minute." I hurried after him. "I'm not done talking to you yet."
The eye patch jerk as I called him, was seated as far away from any other people as possible. Is he taking a nap? He had his head on his desk, laying his arms beneath him. Well I'll sit by him, he probably won't bother me. Quietly seating myself in a desk near him, I took out my phone again. Instantly checking my messages, I recieved the shock of my life.
"Waaaaaaaaahhhh!" I wailed pounding my fists on the desk. I noticed eye patch jerk, jerk in his seat.
"What the hell's your problem?!" I just sobbed louder while muttering.
"My life *sob*is over, I have nothing *sob* to live for now."
"Shut up! Who the hell died?" He reached over and layed a hand on my shoulder in comfort. Atleast he's symphathetic. I'll tell him.
"Zain *wail* left One Direction *sob* to go solo. *gasp* It'll never *hiccup* be the saaaaaammmmeeee!" I started crying harder and felt myself being lifted. That's it. God came to take me to the heavens. I shall be put out of my misery! Several minutes later I was put down. I opened my eyes to find myself in a hall, and three inches away from a face that wasn't mine.
"Yah!" Upon closer inspection though it turned out to just be eye patch jerk.
"I thought it was Death for a minute, but it's just you." He narrowed his eyes... well eye at my words.
"Listen woman, you've been screaming bloody murder, waking me from my sleep, all because of some STUPID BAND?!" His voice raised to a yell, echoing off of the hallways walls.
"Like you would know anything. Your just an antisocial loser who can't even mmm!" My lips were silenced by one of his long fingers.
"I'm only going to say this once, so listen good. We're having football practice after school and anyone can come. Maybe you'll stop blubbering by then." With that he dropped his hand and strode away, but turned just before he went into the classroom.
"Eduardo."
I was left to sit outside for the rest of the period and dwell over Eduardo's words. Did he ask me out or did he just want to shut me up? Maybe both? It was hard to read a guy like Eduardo, it was confusing, but something about him intrigued me. He's really mysterious. I wonder what's under that eye patch of his. I bit my lip thinking of all the possibilites. Boy, just wait until the girls hear this.
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CJ's POV:
I stuggled to keep up with Mr. Morgan's strides as we walked down a deserted hallway. "Where are we going Mr. Morgan?"
"You'll see." He turned around with a smile.
It was a nice smile, but if anything it creeped me out even worse. I was suddenly nervous about where he was taking me. Mr. Morgan ended up leading me to the library of all places.
"You could have just told me we were going to the library." Sighing I sat down at a table. He sat next to me and looked around before making eye contact with me. Mr. Morgan leaned closer until his face was inches from mine.
"Whoa. Too close." I set my pointer finger on his forehead and gently pushed him back.
"Hahaha! Well aren't you an interesting one." His eyes darkened and his laughter fell. "Now in all seriousness."
What the- is this dude bipolar? He went from laughing to frowning a-and... this is just getting weird.
"Miss Spiers?" His voice then snapped me back from my ponderings.
"Uh yes?" Focusing my attention back on the subject.
Mr. Morgan continued."Miss Spiers, I went through your viles and found that you had the highest English scores in your entire class last year. Which meant you were the best choice to help me. Your also very adorable."
Ignoring the last part of that sentence. "What do you need my help for?" Whatever it is I'm not doing it.
"I just need someone to help grade papers, that's all. I'm new at this, so I have a lot of preperation to do. It would be a big help if you would assist me?" He gave me a charming smile, while blinking his large eyelashes. Well I'm not have any of this.
"What do I get out of it?" I deadpanned.
"The pleasure and joy, of spending time with your handsome professor?" Mr. Morgan had hopefulness on his face.
"Nope, doesn't seem worth it." I shot him down. He pouted momentarily before grinning.
"What if I were to embarrass you until you agreed?" A mischieveious look crossed his face.
"You wouldn't." I mean that's illegal right? No? Well it should be. I mean just because he didn't get what he wanted. Turning back to peer at him, Mr. Morgan pounced, his arms outstretched, and wrapped them around my waist. He managed to successfully set me on his lap, where he snuggled up against me, his face hidden in my neck.
"Want a bet?" He whispered in my ear. I was frozen for several seconds before I shot out of his arms. I stood in front of him, cheeks blushing a furious red, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"Well?" Mr. Morgan asked.
Breathing heavily I answered. "Fine, on one condition."
Mr. Morgan tilted his head to the side.
"Never touch me like that again." I seriously think this guy is a pervert.
"Agreed." Mr. Morgan also stood up non chalant and walked out of the library, leaving me standing alone.
I could still feel where he touched me and thinking about it gave me shivers. I'll admit it didn't feel that bad being held.
Once again I thank all of you who reviewed
especially countrygirl127. You are AWESOME for reviewing 3 times! I managed to post this early, but don't expect another chapter till around Thursday. See ya then! (^l^)
