Quit Staring

*Cade's POV*

It turns out, my first period is Chemistry with Xander. We head there a bit early to find a bench near the back of the classroom. If I get stuck with some dork, or worse yet some chick that’s gonna spend all semester trying to sleep with me, I’m gonna fucking lose it.

Thankfully, there’s still an empty one near the far back corner. As soon as we sit down the warning bell rings and more people start to file in. A couple minutes later I see her walk in. My eyes follow her instinctively. Now that she’s closer I can see that I was right; her face is equally as attractive as her body.

I begin picturing fisting my hand in her hair and kissing those full pouty lips. She’s no longer wearing the leather jacket and I can see tattoos emerging from the top of her shirt. I look to her eyes and see that she’s calculating her best choice for a lab partner. I notice that her options are basically all guys that are looking at her like she’s a piece of meat and the quiet girl whose name I can’t remember at the back on the other side of the room from us.

She only thinks about it for a second before she makes her way over to the other girl. I feel Xander nudge me and I avert my gaze to him. “Dude, you’re being super creepy. Quit staring at her.” 

“I wasn’t,” I mumble, tearing my eyes from her and absent-mindedly scribbling something in my notebook. 

A minute later Mr.Burns, the only chemistry teacher in the school, walks in.

“Good Morning class. Welcome to your first day of senior year! I hope you all had a good summer and are ready to learn!” Half the class groans and I just roll my eyes.

He drops some books on his desk and then moves back to the center of the class and looks around. He stops on someone and then says, “Ah, yes,” he gestures towards her, “You must be Monroe Thorn?”

All eyes, including mine look towards the impossibly beautiful girl at the back of the class. She looks at him and nods once. Monroe. Her name is just as intriguing as she is.

“Miss Thorn, how about you come up to the front and introduce yourself?” Mr. Burns suggests. She puts on a polite smile and replies, “No thank you, I’m good,” before diverting her attention back to her notebook doodles. 

“Miss Thorn, that was not a request, you will come up and introduce yourself.”

As she looks at him, I see a mischievous glint in her eyes, but it’s gone by the time her eyes meet his, and once again, the polite facade is back on. Without replying she stands up and moves to the front of the classroom and I notice how every single guy (and some of the girls) have their gazes fixed to her perfect ass.

I feel my fists clench and bite back the urge to beat every single one of them to a pulp. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t fight over girls, they’re all just a pussy with a face. Jesus Cade, get a grip. I force myself to unclench my fists. 

She makes it to the front of the classroom and turns to face us. She gives a sideways glance to Mr. Burns before saying “Hello, I’m Monroe Thorn, and I am a transfer student.” She then takes a dramatic bow and begins walking back to her seat.

My jaw, along with everyone else's drops open in shock while Mr. Burns’ cheeks redden. Someone in the front row starts clapping and everyone joins in. “QUIET!” he yells just as she sits down and then says, “Miss Thorn, it looks like I will be seeing you in detention after school today.”

She looks at him with an sickly sweet expression plastered on her face and says, “For what Mr. Burns? I’m fairly certain my personal history is not part of the curriculum for this class and I am simply trying to maximise these students’ learning time.”

Holy fuck that was hot. Mr. Burns’ jaw twitches but he says nothing. He knows he lost. I make an attempt to concentrate for the rest of the lesson but find myself unable to focus on anything other than the incredible girl across the room.