Ch. 6 "Mr. Hottie Bradley and Him!"
Gracie P.O.V.
Today has been a weird day. First, a sweet and big redheaded guy ran into me; I did the running into him.
Well, if you must think about it. I ran into him when I wasn't looking where I was going. So, technically, it's my fault. But I giggled inside my head when I thought about everything that went down with Jimmy.
Aww, Jimmy, he is such a sweet guy. Why couldn't I like him instead of the asshole who wants to hurt me?
So, speaking of hurting me.
I saw an expression of hatred in his eyes. I am still confused; looking back now, I realize I was in my first class.
English Lite. This is part of my major and the career I want after college.
Shake it off, Gracie, I told myself. Don't worry about it right now; with a heartfelt sigh, I took my seat up front to listen to the teacher and see what the professor had written on the board so that I could write it down on my paper.
Once I had my bag on the table, I started taking out my pencil and notebook, and that was when I heard the girls gasping and talking about someone who had just walked into the classroom.
Not even a couple of minutes had passed when I heard gasps, whistling, and whispers all around me. The female population and the guys were different. I heard, "Oh, man, not him," and disappointed groans around me, too.
"Oh, God, what a hottie, whoever he is, I want him to be the father of my baby," I kept hearing them going on and on about this guy. I still didn't look up and see who they were talking about.
"Yeah, he can take me anytime he wants; I am not going to report him for rape," I heard another girl giggle and her friend.
"Wow, I want his baby," I heard another voice say, and more giggles filled the air around me.
"God, he looks like an Adrian statue." Damn boy, look at his- I didn't hear the rest because I heard more giggles and girls drowning out each other around them and me.
"Meow, baby," I heard another girlie giggle.
What in the world would you say in this classroom?
I felt my cheeks turn red as I thought about this poor guy walking into the classroom, surrounded by catcalls from these rude girls.
"Oh, come over here, baby, I'll show you a good time," I heard another disgusting word coming out of the girl's mouth, and giggling around me, and the guys disproved groans.
Oh, my gosh! This poor guy, I thought.
He'd better report them, or it's going to get worse.
Who is the guy all the girls are going nuts over?
But I did hear the guys groan and didn't like it when they listened to the girls talking about this hottie; I didn't know when I lifted my head, gasped with a comprehensive eye, and saw green eyes close to my face. They were not just original green eyes. They had a spike of brown and blue in them, too.
They were beautiful eyes. I could tell. But when I focused more, I saw a whole manly face.
That was when I saw the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. I licked and bit my lip inside my cheek. It wasn't for attention or flirting; it was just what I do when someone makes me nervous.
"Well, hello, he said with a smile on his handsome face.
I didn't know what to say because I was shocked a hot guy was talking to me and not making fun of me.
He told me, winked, turned, and walked close to the professor's desk.
Huh, he'd better stop right there before he gets in trouble.
This guy is nuts, I thought, staring at his back.
But then something strange happened.
He started writing a name on the chalkboard.
But when he was finished and turned back around toward us.
That was when I knew he wasn't a student but the English Lite Professor.
I could not believe my eyes.
I am staring at him, and he is staring out in the class with chalk in his hand and a knowing, smug smile on his face.
That was when I knew he was finished writing something on the board.
That is when I focus my eyes inside my glasses.
Yes, I wear them in class to see, especially when I am reading and writing.
That is when I saw what he wrote down.
"Welcome, class; I am Mr. Taddesses Bradley." He spoke with a broad, southern accent, clear and smooth as butter.
He may look like a sweet and handsome southern gentleman, but there's something behind his good-guy attitude.
It made a shiver go up and down my spine. I'm not sure if it's a good way or the other way around.
But I saw it.
He was not going to be a nice guy.
He says, 'Welcome to your nightmare, and you're going to need it,' with a devilish glint in his eyes, staring out at everyone's nervous and shocked faces.
All know the look in his eyes is different from his smile—there is something wrong or off about him.
So, yeah, we'd better watch out and not get him angry. I could tell by people's expressions and feel the overpowering sensation running through my body when I was close to them.
I have a gift. My mother, aunt, and grandmothers also had it. So, now I have it.
Right now, I am getting a kind of vibe about him sitting this close to him, two feet away from his large brown desk. We are practical that close. I could feel his eyes on me, and I was trying to look down at my notebook on my desk. I could feel his eyes burning into me.
Please stop it! I was telling myself inside my head.
Please don't pick me, don't pick me!
I repeated that to myself in my mind.
That is when I heard him say.
"Hey! You, with the red shirt on, stand up in the front row," he told me in a demanding but calming voice.
I didn't want to stand up, but I was starting to get up when I heard the door slam open and hit the wall.
That is when I sit back down in my seat.
I prayed and thanked God for taking me out of His attention and the attention of others around me in this classroom.
"Hey!" I heard him yell out. Who are you, and what's the big idea you are coming in here and flying my classroom door and hitting my wall!" He told whoever came in here late.
"Sorry, teach, I heard a deep familiar voice.
I gasped, and that was when I felt chills run through my body.
That was when I realized who had come in late.
I don't know why.
But I looked up, and I saw his eyes were on me.
I felt heat on my cheeks.
I looked down, and I heard it.
I heard a growl, and the next word came out of Mr. Bradley's mouth.
"What's your name, boy!" I heard Mr. Bradley say it with so much calm, but really, he was angry, no, he was furious, that he came into his classroom and interrupted him, with me standing in front of the whole classroom, feeling embarrassed.
Ford! I am Hayes Ford, sir," he said with no kindness in his voice to Mr. Taddesses Bradley!
When I looked up and saw them squaring off in the stare-down, I saw it.
They were fighting over something, and I wondered what it was with a question mark.