Ten

ALEXANDER

After telling the school who I wanted, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew I’d made things difficult for her, and I loved it. I wanted to her break to the point where she had to come to me begging for help, where she had to rely on me to keep her safe from the ladies who wanted me.

I set the timer, hoping she’d barge in through the door where I usually hung out to ask for my help, but she didn’t. She was acting tough. That was one hell of a competition, but I enjoyed it. I wondered how long it would take her to snap.

Throughout the rest of the class, she was my sole focus. My gaze never left her. I observed her scribbling on her notes and attentively listening to the lecturer. Every one of her moves was cute, and they made me smile. I wanted her. There was something about her that stood out from the other girls I'd met. She was one-of-a-kind and carried herself with elegance. Even though she didn’t dress classy or expose her body like the other ladies, she looked elegant in he