My Sexy Alpha Bad Boy by Darlene Gibbs (best e reader for android .txt) 📕

/> “If you’re done, Jake, please take you’re seat!” Ms. Goodlin demanded.
“Oh but I’m not done, Ms. Goodlin.” Jake said, with a smile on his face. He was really extraordinarily handsome. I fought back the desire to watch him and sigh wistfully, as I noted most of the girls in the class were doing. Then he slid his t shirt up his body and pulled it up over his head and dropped it on the desk. There was an actual round of applause from the girls – and wolf whistles. He was totally hot, and he obviously knew it. He had eight pac abs and a sexy tanned skin with well defined chest muscles, I could feel my fingers grip the pencil in my hand and squeeze it hard to relieve some of the tension I could feel building up in me.
“What do you think you are doing?” Ms. Goodlin screamed, clearly giving up on any effort to remain in control of the class.
“Didn’t you tell me to take off everything? Well, I’m taking off everything. I’m nothing if not obedient.” Jake responded, a huge grin spreading over his face as he slid the belt out of his pants. The girls in the room were in a complete uproar!
Ms. Goodlin went red in every part of her body that I could see, and I figured she probably went red even at some of those parts I didn’t see!
“Jerk!” That was Stephan, his face screwed up in a mask of anger.
Jake ignored him.
“Please stop that!” Ms. Goodlin muttered; there was an aaaawwww of disappointing coming from the class.
“So what are you saying Ms. Goodlin – you want me dressed or undressed. Make your mind up.” Jake said.
“Dressed! I… w…want you dressed!” Ms. Goodlin stuttered.
“Well, I’m just happy to know you want me.” Jake said, and the class broke out in laughter. I watched intently, as Jake pulled on his t shirt, jacket, slid the hood back over his head and pulled on his glasses, sat back in his chair, rocked back and put his foot back on the desk. Ms. Goodlin was seething, but clearly decided it was better to completely ignore him.
The balance of the class went pretty uneventfully with Ms. Goodlin giving us notes on the Ogre. I took away the knowledge that the Ogre was now believed to be extinct. I sighed, I hadn’t even believed that Ogres existed, now to hear that they were extinct! Ms. Goodlin assured me that there were many creatures that existed, that mankind believed to be total myths; it was her job to educate us on the difference between the myths and the realities about the various creatures that shared the world with mankind. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the session; this was the first school I had been to that felt as if it was actually teaching me something that somehow seemed relevant to my life style – especially my life as a werewolf.
At some point during the course of the morning I lost Stephan, but was able to bungle my way to classes and even find the cafeteria at lunch time.
I glanced around, Mom had packed lunch for me – she loved doing those Mommish things. I looked for an empty table and sat down. The morning had proven to be pretty hectic, and I was glad for some alone time.
“May I join you, Blondie?” I didn’t have to look up, from the way my hair stood up on ends and my heart raced, I knew it was the jerk Jake from Mythical Science class. How original – calling a blonde haired girl – blondie!
“I’d rather eat alone, thanks.” I said politely.
He sat down next to me anyway.
“I don’t believe I caught your name.” He said, resting his tray next to my food.
“I don’t believe I threw it.” I replied.
He chuckled.
“So what’s your name?” He asked.
I glared at him, of all the thick skinned jerks!
“Will you leave me alone?” I asked, not fighting too hard to be polite.
“Really?” He actually seemed surprised, “You want me to leave you alone?”
“Slow…but I think you’re finally getting it.” I said, pulling a sandwich from my brown paper bag and sinking my teeth into it.
He grinned.
“So, would you like to see a movie or something?” He asked.
I stared at him incredulously.
“Well?” He persisted.
“Yes.” I paused, “Yes I would.”
A broad smile spread over his face – way too handsome, the really drop dead handsome ones always have to be jerks!
“But not with you!” I yelled. I snatched my lunch from the table and climbing over the bench I headed to another table.
From the corner of my eye I could see him glance back at me briefly, then he raised his hand and lowered it, in two seconds like seven kids were crowding around the table and joining him to eat their lunch.
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