So, Lucas thinks that he can play this game with me? that he could tease me. We'll just see about that. I happen to be an excellent player at his games, let’s just see if we can get a reaction from him.
I couldn't help but smirk to myself as I walked through the college halls, all eyes on me and it's no wonder why, the black mid-thigh skirt which I wore clung perfectly to my curves along with the black tank which outlined my breasts in such a way it was hard not to notice, my hair fell in curls down my back and my make up made my eyes seem so much brighter, let's just see how much of a saint Mr Davey is. Glancing at my watch quickly I smile once again, five minutes late to his lesson. Perfect.
As I knock on the door, I feel a sense of Deja vu from the very first day, something tells me that I won't be looking into stone cold eyes this time though. Just as I reach for the handle it is ripped from my grasp as the door is opened wide revealing a very pissed of Lucas.
"Miss Sevenfold how dare you turn up, er" Lucas stops dead in his tracks as his eyes travelled the length of my body. Ha! I made him speechless, feeling a sense of pride I couldn't help but smirk. However, his eyes which had glazed over were quickly replaced with coldness once again.
"Excuse me class, Me and Miss Sevenfold need to talk in my office about how being late is not acceptable, please continue with the current exercise" Lucas walks out of the room and down the corridor, what the hell just happened? I thought he would be impressed, Jesus I should have known he wouldn't have acted like any normal person, no not at all because he's not normal. He's Mr bipolar. As I reach his office he's sat in his chair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Shut the door lizzie" He doesn't speak loudly, but I figure it's best to listen, once the door is closed, I turn back around to face him.
"what are you playing at Lizzie, seriously?" The anger is clear in his voice, I don't understand what I have done wrong, I thought, well I thought he would appreciate it. I laugh to myself, no chance of that.
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