Unattainable Love by Alyza (christmas read aloud .txt) 📕

Slowly, I trudged to my music class. Why is school so energy consuming? We should have only one class period a day. That’s all I ask for in life! Not that much, right? Well, the school board thinks it is.

They’re freak-nuts.

Class had started over 10 minutes ago. Meaning, I was late. Well, it’s not my fault. I had to go pee. The preps were hogging the bathroom, fixing their hair and make up because of this new kid or something. I don’t know.

Anyway, by the time I got to use the bathroom class was already 8 minutes in. So, I did my business, washed my hands, dried them, and started walking to class.

Stopping in front of my classroom door, I pulled it open and walked in. Everyone’s eyes turned to me. The girls looked at me then looked away, at the teacher.

The guys…well, they’re guys. They stared at me without shame. Rolling my eyes, I walked to my seat in the back of the class.

“You’re late.” A very masculine and…sexy voice stated

I looked up and quietly gasped. In front of me was the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Dull blue-grey eyes stared into mine.

The unfamiliar tingles spread through my body, my stomach felt heavy, and my heart stopped.

I found my mate.

*Caleb*

Laughing at one of the questions a female student asked me, I leaned against my desk.

The girls were all sitting in the front, their chests pushed out and shirts pulled down, showing their cleavage. The guys looked a bit disgruntled.

The door opened and I turned to it. My eyes landed on the sexiest women I have ever seen.

Her long brown hair fell in curls down her shoulders and back. Shining hazel eyes scanned the room.

I noticed how every guy in the room sat up straighter and puffed their chests out. That made me…angry? Yeah, angry.

Ms. Sexy walked to the back of the class and sat down, I walked up to her, assessing her with my blue-grey eyes.

“You’re late.” I stated huskily as I looked down at her

Slowly, she looked up at me. She gasped quietly and I could see her eyes roaming over my face.

Her eyes met mine and sparks shot through me, making me stumble back slightly.

I shook my head as I looked at her, “No…”

Ms. Sexy frowned, “Are you alright? You look kind of green.”

Clenching my jaw, I stiffly turned around and walked back to the front of the class. “Let’s continue with what we were doing before we were interrupted, shall we?”

A petite blonde with large tatas raised her hand, high in the air. Chuckling, I pointed to her. “Are you single?”

My eyes automatically slid over to Ms. Sexy. Her hazel eyes were wary as she looked at me.

I looked back at the blonde, “No. I’m married.” Lifting my hand, I showed them my wedding ring

My wife is very…I don’t know how to say this nicely. Needy. Yes, she is very needy.

I never knew a human could be so annoying, until I met her of course. Don’t get me wrong, I love her but she can be annoying at times.

The girls around the room sunk into their chairs, crossing their arms over their chest.

“I’m always up for a challenge.” A determined voice said

Looking up, I saw that it was a red head in the front of the class, she had dark makeup on, she was wearing a black mini-skirt, a white tube top thing, and white heels.

“Is that so?” I tried to hide the smirk that threatened to come out

She nodded, a look of pure determination on her sharp face. Her cheek bones were very prominent, the dark makeup made her light green eyes stand out, pinkish lip gloss covered her thin, almost invisible, lips.

I licked my lips, “Not happening.”

She shrugged, “We’ll see.”

Shaking my head, I chuckled. “I am your teacher. You are my student. I don’t roll like that.”

“How old are you?” A red head that looked the same as the other, except less makeup and she was actually wearing clothes

“25...and a half.” I smiled

The girl jerked up in their seats, confident again.

“You’re young.” The blonde smirked

“Okay. Anymore questions?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned against my new desk

“What’s your name?” A different blonde asked, leaning closer to me from the front row

“Mr. Flynn.” I smirked, knowing she wanted to know my real name

“Your first name.” She giggled

I almost rolled my eyes, “Caleb.”

She grinned, “I like that name.”

“Me too.” I laughed

“My name is Alicia.” She giggled, again

Why do girls always giggle? Do they think it’s cute? Well, news flash: It’s not.

“That’s nice.” I commented, walking around my desk so I could sit down

Sitting down it the soft, comfortable seat, I looked at Ms. Sexy. She had a bored look etched into her gorgeous features.

What’s her name?

I looked at my attendance log on the computer.

Dakota Dale. She’s a senior this year. All of her information was on here. Name, age, address, what she wants to be when she gets out of high school and goes to college.

The class was chattering excitedly, the girls talking about me. Dakota sat in the back, ignoring all the guys that tried to talk to her.

That brought a smile to my face. At least my mates not some $lut.

“How about we all get to know each other?” I suggested, wanting to know more about Dakota

The chattering stopped and the girls flicked their hair over their shoulder. A blonde, the girl closest to the door stood up, popping her wad of gum.

“Hey, Mr. Flynn! My name is Miranda Lalo. I am eighteen years old and single.” She smirked and sat down

I nodded and motioned for the next girl to stand up. This went on until I reached Dakota. Every girl told me they were single, if they weren’t the boyfriends in the room stared at the girl in shock.

It was actually pretty funny. Dakota stared out the window, at the gloomy sky. It was going to rain today.

“Ms. Se-Dakota,” I quickly corrected myself, “Would you like to tell us about yourself?”

Her eyes slid to me as she stood up, “Hi, I’m Dakota Dale. Eighteen years old, a senior this year, I love music and rain.”

She sat down and turned to look out the window again. Is it just me or does it seem like she doesn’t want to be here?

Nodding, I stood up. The bell was going to ring soon.

“Well, I’ll tell you guys about me. My full name is Caleb Jacob Flynn. This is my first years of teaching. I love music. Anything to do with it actually. As you already know, I am married. Happily married. I have two sons.” Gasps erupted through the room but I continued, “My eldest son is Caleb Jr. We just call him CJ. The youngest is Dustin. CJ is five years old and Dustin is four.

“They both look like me…My wife was mad about that. Everybody thinks she adopted them because they look nothing like her.” I laughed

“What does your wife look like?” The nicer looking red head asked

“Blonde hair, green eyes. CJ has grey eyes and Dustin has blue. They both have my brown hair.” I smiled, thinking about my two sons

“They sound cute.” A girl with glasses smiled

I laughed and nodded, “Very cute.”

The bell sounded and all the guys rushed out of the room. I laughed and shook my head as the girls took their precious time.

Dakota was slinging her back over her shoulder when I looked at her. The girl all filed out of the room, winking at me.

Dakota was behind them. I reached out to touch her to see if it was real, if what I was feeling was real.

My hand came in contact with hers and a jolt went through me, making me feel alive.

Her head snapped to me, “Don’t touch me.”

“You’re my mate.” I breathed, not wanting to believe it

“I know.” Was all she said before walking out

She just walked out of the classroom. Then…why did it feel as is she was walking out of my life?


Heyllo, my peoples. How are you guys? Good, I hope. So, this is a new book that I've been writing. Tell me what you think? Bah-byyyyye!

Chapter 2

As I walked out of the class, I could feel Cal-Mr. Flynn’s stress and confusion. Shrugging, I walked to my next class, P.E.

P.E and music are my favorite classes. Music is my life. I play every instrument, sing, write songs. Everything.

Walking into the gym, I was Ms. Stan. Yes, that is her last name. Lacey Stan. Weird, huh?

She was in tight short shorts and a tank top, like everyday. She was flirting with some of the boys in the class.

Ms. Stan is…pretty so to say. She’s just tries to hard. You know how some people have natural beauty? Well, she does. If she would take off all that makeup and look like a human should, she’d be alright.

But Noooo! She likes having a whole makeup salon on her face.

Sitting down on the blue bleachers, I set my elbows on my knees and cupped my cheeks in my hand.

The gym door opened and he walked in. Ca-Mr. Flynn.

Ms. Stan did a double take as she looked at him. She skipped over to him, her blonde hair flying behind her.

She did what she did best; flirt. He looked unfazed by her flirting. I looked away from them, a sick feeling in my stomach.

Finally I found my mate. But, he’s married with kids. Greeaaat! I could feel his intense gaze on me and I clenched my jaw, trying my hardest not to look at him.

“Okay, class, this is Mr. Flynn! He’s going to be helping me this year!” Ms. Stan giggled, probably thinking inappropriate thoughts

The sick witch! Thinking about my man-Mr. Flynn that way! Psh, she is just sick! Nasty, nasty, nasty! Yeah. Nasty!

Now that I think about it, wonder what he looks like shirtless. No! Bad, Dakota! He’s married and has two sons that he loves. No thinking about him shirtless.

His toned abs that I could lick- Dakota! Stop it!

A giggle brought me from my bad thoughts. Ms. Stan was hanging off Ca-MR. FLYNN who looked very uncomfortable.

“I’m married.” C-Mr. Flynn shook her off and stepped away

She pouted, “So?”

I stifled a laugh as he sent her a weird look. She just stared at him, pouting with her arms crossed over her chest. A laugh came from my mouth as she stepped closer to him but he stepped away.

He looked at me with those amazing eyes, I became entranced. Ripping my eyes from