Lovely Desire by Breanna Davis (most inspirational books .TXT) 📕

characteristic of his eyes. I can explain each detail to his irises to the size of his eyeballs. Damn, I was psychotic.
A smile suddenly spread across Mr. Lawrence's face as he looked back at his laptop again. He chuckled to himself before he started typing again, but more calmly. I tried to tap into this unexplained bonding crap and felt determination washed through me. What the hell was he determined to do? I bit my bottom lip and started silently doodling again waiting for the lesson to begin.


During the lesson Mariah, the girl who sat next to me in class, had dropped her pencil. It rolled over to my desk and I quickly picked it up. I gave her an innocent smile as I passed her pencil back to her. "Here you go," I whispered. She nodded and took the pencil. I smiled again and turned around in my seat when a familiar alluring voice spoke.
"Didn't I say no talking? Detention on Friday, Miss. Pierce," Mr. Lawrence said sternly. I looked at him confused. What the heck did I do? "I was only picking up her pencil for her, sir." I said respectfully, but still confused.
"I think she has two arms that aren't broken. She could've gotten it by herself," he retorted. I raised a brow at him. Ok, he may be hot and all, but what the heck does he thinks he's doing disrespecting me like that? "Sir, it rolled towards my desk and it wasn't within her reach. I didn't want her to get out her seat and get in trouble," I said a bit louder.
An amused expression crossed Mr. Lawrence's beautiful face. "And now you're in trouble. Like I said, detention on Friday,"
I gasped. "I have a game on Friday. I must cheer. I have to be there; I'm the cheer leading captain," I said.
"Then I guess you have to miss it," he said. He looked like he was enjoying himself a little too much. I narrowed my eyes at the beautiful man and pouted.
“You can’t do that, sir. The cheerleaders must have their captain, so that they can get the routine done correctly. Also we are doing a pyramid and I have to be on top.” I explained.
He shrugged and chuckled. “First, don’t tell me what I can and cannot do. Second, that sounds like a personal problem – not mines,” he chuckled again before he started typing on the laptop again.
I stared at him with my mouth slightly open. What the heck just happened? Why the heck did he give me detention? I didn’t even do a dang thing, but help the girl pick up her pencil. I turned around and looked at Mariah. She had a pity expression on her face.
“Sorry,” she mouthed before she got back to her work. I sighed loudly and pressed my cheek on the desk. I never ever got detention in my life. Matter of fact, I never had any type of punishment, because I don’t act like an utter idiot like most students here do. Like I said, I’m mature, so I’m usually the one giving the punishment. It can be telling my parents to lower their voices or telling my little sister to stop chewing on the couch. I swear I grew up with a line of immature people. I know my sister was three and all, but my mother never told me I did such stupid things as chew on a couch like I was some dog. Damn, she had a pacifier – why was she chewing on couches? Point is that I’m usually responsible and I still am, so I have no clue why he gave me detention for helping a person out. Crap, tough much?
“So now you’re deciding to not do your work? Double detention. Friday and Monday,” Mr. Lawrence’s alluring voice broke the silence, sending chills down my spine. I quickly sat up straight and glared at him.
“Well sorry, but for your information I’m sick,” Sick of you, I added mentally. Sick of you making my hot boyfriend seem oblivious to me. Sick of you making me stay up at night. Sick of you making me draw pictures of you. Sick of you invading my dreams at night. Sick of you making me fall for you. Of course I couldn’t tell him any of that.
He chuckled. “Stay at home if you’re sick.”
I grunted and crossed my arms across my chest and pouted. What was wrong with this man?
When the bell rung I quickly packed up all my stuff and literally ran out the room. I had no idea what was wrong with Mr. Lawrence, but I knew I had to get away from him before I have to spend a whole week in detention. I quickly found Kyle waiting for me outside the History door and happily joined him.
He grabbed my books from my hands and pecked me on the lips. “Hey, babe.”
“Hey, Kyle.” I said exhausted.
He raised a brow at me. “Are you alright?”
I shook my head, actually telling the truth since Mr. Lawrence came into my life. “No. Mr. Lawrence gave me detention Friday and Monday,” I complained.
“The game is Friday. He can’t do that. You’re the cheerleading captain.”
I nodded. “I know. But he got all defensive and was like ‘Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do.’” I said terribly mocking Mr. Lawrence’s alluring voice. We both laughed as Kyle wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “What did you do anyway?”
“A girl that sat next to me dropped her pencil and I gave it to her. Then, he gave me detention. So I had sat there wondering what the heck I did wrong when he gave me another detention for not doing my work,”
Kyle chuckled. “He must not like you.”
I shrugged. “Well, I don’t care,” I lied. The thought of Mr. Lawrence hating me completely repulsed me. I felt my stomach churn as I bit my bottom lip. I looked up at Kyle and a smile lightened up my face. “You like me right?” I asked innocently.
He chuckled and looked down at me, his eyes sparkling. “No – I love you,” he said, flashing his one dimple. I blushed and stood on my tippy toes and kissed him on his cheek. “I love you too,” I said with a cheeky smile. “I know,” he said teasingly.
I laughed and sighed happily.
This was all I needed. I didn’t need Mr. Lawrence. He was just my stupid, hot, and bitter, History teacher. Even if I do have a little crush on him – I will just get over it soon. I had Kyle, Leo, and Leo’s girlfriend, Jamie. Mr. Lawrence can go hang himself for all I care. I have friends who love me. I don’t have to want my beautiful History teacher to like me. I could care less.
“Today’s Wednesday and you have to go to Leo’s house and you have detention on Friday, so I was wondering if we could do something tomorrow?” I smiled.
“Of course. You know I can never say no to someone as handsome and perfect as you,”
He blushed and gave me another kiss. We stopped in front of my Trigonometry class as Kyle passed me back my books.
“Bye, beautiful.” Kyle whispered in my ear. I shivered as a smile spread across my face. “Bye, Kyle.” He flashed one of his perfect smiles before he turned around and disappeared in the crowds of people. I sighed and walked into the classroom. I was glad this was my last period of the day. I sure as hell needed to get far away from this damn school.
I sat in my normal seat next to Leo and quickly took out my notebook.
“What? You can’t say hi anymore?” I rolled my eyes and smiled at Leo. “Hey there, Leo.”
He chuckled. “Hello, Fay.” I raised a brow at him. “Fay? So you finally came up with my nickname, huh?”
He nodded and truly looked proud of himself. I laughed. “Well, I love the nickname, Leo.”
He smiled flashing his white teeth. “So are we still going to meet up at your house?” I asked hoping he’ll say no. Leo knew just how to squeeze the truth out of me and I hated that. He would prepare my favorite food and drink and then massage my feet. I mean, how can I resist spaghetti, Orange Juice, and a foot massage? All of that combined is like my own personally designed heaven.
Leo chuckled. “Damn right. I want to know what the heck has been up with you. I already got the spaghetti and Jamie is bringing the Orange Juice.” He said with cheeky smile. I sighed and sunk down in my seat. I knew I wasn’t getting out of this. I rubbed my temples and looked up as Miss. Peters stepped into the room to start her lesson.


When the final bell rung I packed up my things and quickly made my way to my locker making sure not to let Leo see me. I was really trying to hide from him, because if he finds me he will drag me into his car and personally drive me to his house. Unfortunately, Jamie would help too. Damn, they’re such good friend aren’t they?
I put my stuff in my locker and grabbed my messenger bag. I quickly closed my locker prepared to make a run for the door when familiar huge muscular hands wrapped around my wrist. I groaned and turned around to face Leo.
“You thought that you could get away?” he questioned. I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Can we do this little intervention like another day? I have homework to do and stuff.”
He raised a brow at me. “You know that I am a nerd. I can so easily help you with your homework . . . and stuff,” he said with a chuckle. I grunted and tried to get away, but for a nerd Leo was rather strong. Crap, he needed to stop working out so much! The boy I met back in Jamaica was not this buff. Damn, can you say steroids?
“Rape!” I yelled, not having anything else to say. I mean, I really didn’t want to talk about Mr. Lawrence with Leo. He would be like, ‘Oh, what about Kyle? He’s your boyfriend and is not out of your league like Mr. Lawrence.’ Ok, Leo wouldn’t say anything like that, but still – I didn’t want to talk about it.
“What the hell, Faith? Shut the hell up!” I shook my head. “Rape, rape! Somebody help me. This boy is trying to have his way with me!” Leo clamped his huge hand over my mouth and tried to drag me out the building. I started kicking and punching, but like I said – he’s strong. He threw me over his shoulder and stupidly dropped his hand from my mouth.
“Somebody help me! Please? Oh, lord! I don’t want my innocence snatched away from me!” I screamed.
“Faith! Shut up!” Leo pleaded. I started punching him in his back as we finally reached outside. Students stopped walking and stared at us. Why are they staring and not helping me? What the hell? The nerves of some people! If they were getting forced to go somewhere I would help them!
“Someone help! He is a rapist! He wants to take my –,” I was cut off as a pair of small hands covered my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw Jamie rolling her eyes. “Gosh, Faith. You have one loud mouth,”
I rolled my eyes this time. How did she think I got on the cheerleading team?
Jamie had brunette hair and big emerald eyes. She was sort of clumsy, but other than that she was