He Loves Her

Roseline Angelina Brown Sprinting down the empty hallways of my High School , I mentally curse my evil Ballet teacher,  Mrs. Spencer. If she didn’t tire me so much last night , I won't be late for the first time in my life for class. She's a tyrant , I swear. She wants perfection... and so do I.  But you can never achieve perfection in a single night, right? I love ballet , absolutely adore it. I got the passion of dance from my mother, I love the way her eyes light up each time she watches me dance. She's my world and I’d do anything for her.  But really, Mrs. Spencer is being a real pain in the arse these days. Maybe her new husband isn't treating her well. Yeah, that could be the reason or why would she act like she's PMSing all the time? I mentally scold myself for thinking like that about my teacher. Shaking my head, I look up to see I've reached Mr. Banner's class, Mathematics. The class has already started and I look at my watch to check how much I missed. Fifteen Minutes!? Oh Fudge! "Good morning , Mr Banner," I swiftly knock on the door to catch my teacher's attention. He looks at me shocked, no wonder surprised at my late appearance. Here's the thing, I'm extremely devoted to my studies and classes. I'm what they call "the nerd" because you would always find me nose buried in books. "Ah Miss Brown! I thought you were sick when I didn’t see you arrive?” Mr. Banner smiles warmly at me as I enter the class.  "Sorry, Mr. Banner. Slept in,” I reply softly, embarrassed as I take my seat on the usual spot in the front row. He nods, waving his hand dismissively, "Oh no Miss Brown, I can totally ignore the first late appearance of my favourite student. The class was awfully dull without you," My face heats at his words, so much I’m pretty sure I look like an overly-ripe tomato at the moment. Now you know , I can't take compliments! I just utter a soft "thank you" before opening my book. And Mr. Banner chuckles before finally taking mercy on me and resumes his lecture as he takes us to the boring world of mathematics and logistics. ******** The bell rings to declare the end of the first class, I gather my books as I wait for everyone to walk out of the classroom. Once everyone is gone, I stand and exit the classroom but not before thanking Mr. Banner for the lecture and wishing him a good day. You never know how your small kind acts can make someone’s day. I’ve vowed to myself that I would appreciate the good things in my life and be grateful for them. It's a shame, we don't pay attention to the people that surrounds us like we do to ourselves. If once we did, we would know how we're not the only ones with problems in the world.  And maybe just maybe, for once we would be thankful for our lives. I look at the insides of people, the tense lines that decorate Mrs. John , the librarian’s face. Telling me she's going through a tough time and everyday before I walk to the library, I buy her a red rose to cheer her up. She loves roses. How Mr. Fin, the cleaner, looks tired and exhausted from his late night shifts. I notice the slight pain that flash in my best friend, Margaret's eyes when I mention my mother. She lost her mom two years ago in a car crash. And no matter how much she disguises her pain under her bad girl attitude I know her better. I jump when an arm drapes around my shoulders, breaking my chain of thoughts. "Earth to Roseline." The raspy voice of my best friend sounds in my ear, making me smile. Speak of the devil. "Hi Maggie! where were you in the first class?" I poke her stomach with my elbow and she dramatically clutches it, letting out a loud shriek. Here we go again! "Hey! You just hit my kidney!" She pouts like a small child, I look up to see some heads turning in our direction due to my very dramatic best friend. "Stop being so dramatic, Maggie. I can’t possibly hit your kidney. Stop being dumb!” I roll my eyes at her attics. I seriously wonder how we're best friends. We're the complete opposites of each other. Where I'm the silent and shy one, she's the famous and loud one. Where I spend my nights studying, she parties her cute little butt off. Where I'm embarrassed, she's bold. And yet still, she understands me like no one can and I; her. I guess it's the case of opposite attracts for us. "Okay, okay. Tell me, where were you last night, sweetheart? I called you thrice," Oh no, I totally forgot to text her last night.  "Mrs. Spencer gave me a detention," I reply in a way of explanation, shrugging my shoulders as I stuff  my books in my locker.  “The old age catching up with her cranky ass, I assume?” She smacks her lips and pouts at me as she leans against the locker next to mine. I only giggle at her words before placing my Math book in my locker and retrieving a notepad for the next class. "Oh! would you look at that? That's nice meat in school." Margerat whistles, guess she saw another poor cute boy. Shaking my head , I chuckle at her attitude. She’s always colourful with words. "Seriously Rose, he's the hottest piece I've ever seen..." She speaks dreamily in my ear; awe lacing her words as she stares behind me at the "hottest piece" "Yes Maggie, I believe you. Now let's go to class," I speak to her like I’m talking to a child ‘cause well she can act like one sometimes as I grab her arm and I try to  drag her in the direction of our English class. I don't want to be late for my favourite class but Maggie is not helping as she says planted in place. And she’s just too strong for me! Huffing, I release her hand and start making my way down the hallway, alone. A few seconds and Maggie is beside me. "Rose, just look at him. He's just behind us. He’s so. HAWT!” She whisper- yells. "Maggie, will you stop." I halt my movements and swirl around to speak to her, only to collide with a hard chest. My hands instinctively clutch his shirt. Big, warm hands clutch my hips to steady me. The world spins on me for a second before I catch myself and go to thank my saviour. But I look up to meet a pair of the most enchanting blue-grey eyes I've ever seen. They're grey with swirls of blue and green tangled in a maze around his pupils. His face is all male, high cheekbones stand proud besides his unearthly eyes and his jaw is clenched. Pink, sculpted lips set in a scowl. "Are you alright, Miss? " His deep baritone voice sounds in my ears, causing me to shiver and realise that I'm staring. Stepping back, I just nod in embarrassment. Looking down as if my shoes are more interesting than the smouldering stranger. "Hi! I'm Margaret and this is my best friend Roseline!" Maggie shouts from behind me before she steps forward to shake hands with him. Smooth, Maggie.  "Roseline." He murmurs huskily, tasting my name on his tongue like the finest wine as he holds his hand out. "Hello, I'm Adonis Black." I shakily accept his hand, shaking it. "Hi," I whisper, knowing full well he didn't hear me. His hand is warm, completely engulfing my smaller one. Handshake firm. Smart. "Adonis? That's a very unique name." Margaret chirps as he releases my hand. I agree , It is a very unique name, like none I've heard before. But it suits him, he does look like a God with those sharp features and built. "Let's just say my mother was a big fan of the Greek mythology. " He laughs. That laugh, it makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. I squirm, unconsciously. "So Adonis, I've never seen you around here before. You new?" Maggie asks as she twirls her hair in her fingers. Maggie-flirt-mode on. He chuckles at that. "No, I'm actually here to teach. A friend of mine fell sick and I'd be teaching mathematics from tomorrow onwards as a substitute teacher," He explains , making me frown. Mr. Banner was alright this morning in class. He didn't look sick? But if he wasn't why else would this man be here? I just hope he's not too sick.  "Shit sorry Mr. Black, we should get to class." Maggie grasps my elbow dragging me away from the new teacher. "It was nice meeting you." She calls behind her, no longer interested in chatting with the "hottest piece" now that she knows he's a teacher. "I just fucking flirted with our teacher, Rose." She whisper yells, as she drags me inside the half filled literature class.  Yes, you did. I don't blame her, I would flirt with him too. If only I was as confident as her.  He was perfect. ******************************* ...............