CHAPTER 5
The room seemed to hold it's breath, as I stared at the gorgeous man standing in front of the white board with a sharpie in his powerful left hand. he stood confidently in front of the class, his tall frame and broad shoulders commanding attention. His stormy grey eyes scrutinizing me, his gaze piercing yet intriguing almost knocking me off my feet. His black hair was perfectly styled, framing his olive-toned skin and chiseled feature. In short, he was completely and ridiculously perfect. I almost forgot how to breath.
"Its my first day here and already there's someone who's already setting a bad example for the whole class " His voice carried so much authority and dominance, like someone who is used to being in control. He walked towards me in graceful and heavy steps, he stopped before me and damn was he tall !, his head tilted to the side. " Mind telling me why you're late? " He asked in a low voice, his eyes ran over my face. His gaze was so intense that I felt small compared to him, his aura was so imposing and powerful.
Looked down at the ground, avoiding his gaze but I could still feel the pressure on my shoulders. Ok London just apologize so you can sit down before you freeze to death." I....I'm sorry,...sir" I stuttered. He scoffed before turning back to the board and I took that as an opportunity to go sit with my friends however I heard his voice yet again.
" From now on you sit in front when in my class" And you wonder why I hate coming to school? I slumped downed on a chair in the first row with a sour expression " I'll start over again. I am Mr. Morales your new Economics lecture and hopefully he is the last person to make a grand entrance because I, m not gonna repeat myself again" The class chuckled and I could not help but blush in embarrassment.
The rest of the hour was spent revising everything learnt from our former lecture and what's even worse was that most questions asked by him were directed at me and with every wrong answer he would embarrass me, there goes my fame. I was practically at the verge of tears by the time class was over.
I stood up from my and walked to exit when Mr. Morales suddenly spoke" You, Stay" He pointed at me and I almost got on my knees to beg for him to have mercy. Everyone in class left including my friends who gave me encouraging looks as they left me too my doom.
Mr. Morales walked to his desk and picked up a file before opening it, he flipped through the pages for a while and stopped on a specific page.
" London Clarkson?" He asked while look at me with a raised perfectly trimmed eyebrow.
"Yes, sir" I muttered, praying in my heart for him to release me. His huge frame lend against the desk as he stared at me for a while before he smirked. I found myself shivering at how his gorgeous face change expression in such a heavenly way. God, what is wrong with me?! Why does he effort me this must?!
" You know last night I was checking all the records of all the students that I was going to teach and do you know what I found out?" He started.
Oh, no I knew where this was heading but I was gonna pretend like I did not know what he was talking about" No, sir" I replied however my stomach dropped when he gave me the look that said' I saw right through you'.
" You're at the bottom of the entire class, Mr. Clarkson. In fact you have only attended one percent of your classes since the year started" He dropped the roaster on the table and he walked towards me and as he got closer I kept telling myself to back up but it's like my feet were glued to the floor, he stopped right in front of me. His large frame towered above mine, making me feel a little kitten before a lion.
He bent down to my height, our faces where so close that we could be kissing. Arg, Don what are you thinking, his only this close to you so he can intimidate you " The thing is, I' m a perfectionist meaning that I want all of my students to perform well in my module including you, so.... Everyday after class you, re gonna stay behind for two hours so that I can make sure that you know the primary reason why you're in Silver Moon University" His minty breath brushed against my skin and I forgot to breath for a second. Dude! Head in the game!.
I frowned at his statement" What? You can't do that!" I moved two feet away from him to keep some distance cause I'm not liking the effect his presence has on me.
He folded his arms across his massive chest" I can and I will. What are you are you gonna do about it, Lange?" I was about to snap back when I heard him say some thing in a strange language but decided to brush it aside.
"No" I snapped at him and he just chuckled. Honestly, I don't know what's going on. One second he's this no nonsense dude who could literally stab you with his gaze and imposing aura then the next he is chuckling with this look of amusement in his eyes like he just discovered the most fascinating thing in history. Is he bipolar or something?
"I was not asking for your consent I was making you aware" He walked to his desk and took his items before turning to me " And don't you dare everthing of ditching classes cause if you do I will make sure that you fail all your modules so you can repeat the year and your father's connections won't be able to save you this time around" The atmosphere immediately changed and I found myself Shivering.
With that he walked away leaving me to recover from the near death experience I had just survived. After about two minutes I pulled myself together before walked I strode out of the class of the class with my head held high and like I expected the girls flocked around me but I just smiled at them as I strode across the hall towards my next class . Fuck! It's gonna be a long day.