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

team captain. Since then, I was obligated to date Kyle, I guess. Cheerleading captain and football captain clearly mix, so now I was stuck with Kyle. Actually, I didn’t mind being stuck with him before . . . Before I met Trent Lawrence that is. Now I was trapped under his spell. Plus, I have two days of detention with him. Detention was usually an hour and a half, but the teacher could make it long if they wanted to. I prayed that Mr. Lawrence didn’t because I didn’t know how much self control I owned.
I could end up attacking him. He might even be disgusted. I was plain to the cheerleaders at my school, and those cheerleaders were plain next to Mr. Lawrence, so how did I look? I shivered at the thought. The only thing I liked about myself is my eyes. My eyes were impossibly large and grassy green. I wish my eye lashes were longer, but I couldn’t do a thing about that. I sighed. My skin was pale and couldn’t seem to pick up a tan. My lips seemed too large for my face and my nose was too narrow. My hair was boring black and nothing else. It wasn’t chestnut, or even brown. Just . . . black. Not jet black like Mr. Lawrence, or silky like Leo’s . . . just black. I looked away from the mirror completely repulsed. Why did Kyle even date me? I was so . . . ugly. Was it because I was head cheerleader or was I really pretty? No, it was because he was forced. I bit my lip and quickly brushed my teeth, trying not to think of anything.
I got into the bubble bath and leaned into the bubbles. I relaxed and gave myself to the steamy water. I sighed as calmness ran through me. This was what I needed. To relax . . . I wanted to stay home and relax, but I promised Kyle I’ll see him after school. I groaned and pulled the plug before getting out and wrapping the towel around my body. Thankfully, Sophie was no longer in my room when I entered it again. I closed my door behind me and locked it, just in case Sophie turned the knob.
I put on bra and underwear before throwing on a red long sleeved V-neck and black skinny jeans. I put on red flats and left my hair down. I put on silver hoops and threw on a diamond necklace that I got for my last birthday. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I looked okay . . . I didn’t look so ugly now. My smile widened as I picked up my messenger bag.
When I walked into the kitchen, my mother was bouncing Sophie on her lap as she read the newspaper with a cup of coffee in her hand. Sophie sat there with her pacifier in her mouth, playing with my mother’s shirt. She looked pretty adorable doing that, but I kept remembering earlier this morning. I shivered as I remembered the feeling of her spit running down my face. I made a face as I walked pass my mother. I grabbed a bottle of water and picked up my keys off the table and stuffed them in my pocket.
“You’re not hungry?” I shook my head and gave my mom a hug. “Kyle and I are hanging out after school. Is that alright?” I asked her as I gave Sophie a kiss on the cheek.
She nodded. “Sure, just eat something at school, ok? You haven’t been eating well in a month.” She noted. Tell me about it, I thought bitterly. My mind has been elsewhere. Well, it was focused on my new History teacher. Even when I was sleeping, I was having dreams of him sleeping in my bed next to me and then us waking up together. It’s weird, but I found myself rushing to go to bed just so that I can see him again. I felt like a certified stalker. I can’t believe I was obsessed with my teacher. My gorgeous, young, and beautiful teacher. I bit my lip and nodded at my mother.
“I will, I’ll see you later.” I kissed my mother before I left the house.
Kyle was waiting for me as usual as I stepped out my house. I locked the door before I ran over to Kyle’s truck. I got in and pecked him on the lips.
“How are you this morning?” Kyle asked with a smile. I smiled back. “Fine, despite the fact that my sister drooled all over me this morning.” I said with a shake of my head. Kyle laughed as he pulled away from my house.
I leaned my head on Kyle’s shoulder and snuggled into his side. “What are we going to do after school?” I asked softly.
“What do you want to do, beautiful?” he asked. I blushed.
“How about eating at Josephine’s?” He nodded.
“Sounds like a plan.”

When I walked into History, the desks were arranged completely different. Shocked, I walked to the one that was close by the window, about to sit when Mr. Lawrence’s voice caused shivers to go down my spine.
“I assigned all the students seats.” I blinked and turned around. Mr. Lawrence leaned against his desk, his jaw tight. His pale skin seemed paler than before. His eyes met mines and they were a darker shade of gray. A lump formed in my throat as I felt worry flood through me, but again – it wasn’t my emotion.
“But I want to sit by the window,” I said, trying to be defiant. Mr. Lawrence shook his head and pointed to a seat close to his desk and the door. “Please sit here, Faith. I’m not feeling well today.” He said tiredly.
He plopped down in his chair and started typing warily on his laptop. I bit my bottom lip and followed his instructions. I sat down in the seat and immediately froze. His scent was all over it. He smelt of vanilla and freesia mixed together. I was suddenly suffocated by the smell. A smile spread across my face as I continued to inhale the intoxicating scent. It smelt so delicious. Like a plate of food. I felt my mouth water and I suddenly wanted to attack Trent Lawrence. I shook my head and thought about Kyle.
I pulled out my notebook for this class as students started piling into the classroom. Today, we were just taking notes and I noticed that Mr. Lawrence was indeed tired. Usually, his voice was booming and exuberant. But now it was dull and almost a whisper. Students had to continuously raise their hands and ask what he said. I wondered what happened to him that made him so tired. Was it me? Did I tire him out?
Guilt washed over me at the possibility. Did I seriously wear the poor man out? I bit my bottom lip and looked down at the page I was writing on that was half way filled with notes. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I looked back at Mr. Lawrence. He was looking at me with sad eyes. We stared into each other’s eyes. His wary gray eyes stared into my green eyes. Electricity shot up my spine making me shiver. Mr. Lawrence now seemed to be fighting a smile. He turned back around and when he spoke this time his voice had a bit more conviction. I felt hope wash through me. And once again that emotion wasn’t mines.
When the bell rung, I decided to stay back and talk to Mr. Lawrence. It was indeed a bad idea considering the fact that I wanted to attack the man. I remained in my seat as the rest of the students piled out of the classroom. I was squirming around in my chair, not trusting myself to be in the same room with Mr. Lawrence by myself. The thought sent fire through my body. I rubbed the back of my neck as I rose from my seat when the classroom was empty. I walked up to Mr. Lawrence’s desk.
It was a moment before he looked up. A smile immediately lit up his beautiful face. “Faith, how can I help you?” he asked formally. I leaned against his desk and smiled back at him.
“I just noticed that you were kind of out of sorts today . . . and I was wondering if I was the cause of it?” He tensed in his seat, but the smile stayed on his face, but I could tell it was forced now. I felt panic wash through me. And of course I wasn’t panicked.
“Why would you say that?” he wondered. Something tells me that you could answer that question for me, I thought suspiciously.
“Because I wasn’t acting so good yesterday which caused me to get detention.” I said easily. Relief flooded through me . . . or him. His body wasn’t rigid and his smile seemed to come easily now.
“Oh, no that isn’t the cause of my exhaust – just some problems at home.” I could tell he was lying to me. I cocked a brow at him and boldly sat on the edge of his desk.
“What happened at home?”
His smile was forced again. “I don’t want to bore you with the details. Plus, you should be getting to class now.”
I shook my head. “No, I have all the time in the world. I have Trigonometry next. There’s a substitute and my best friend can tell her or him that I was in the bathroom. He or she will mark me present and problem is solved.”
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. He examined me with a smile. His eyes trailed down my body and landed on my butt resting on his desk. Blood rushed to my face and I looked down then back at his face.
“So what happened?” I urged with a smile. His eyes met mines. “My dog died.” He said simply. Once again I could tell he was lying. “Your . . . dog . . . died?” I said this as a question. That was his best excuse? He nodded.
I leaned across the desk and looked him in the eye. “Do you have a class this period?” I asked. He seemed to have trouble talking. “No.”
I can feel nervousness wash through me, but I was feeling quite bold. I had no idea what I was doing and why I was doing it. But I was certain I was going to do it. Whatever it was.
I leaned closer to him with a smile. “Can I tell you something Mr. Lawrence?”
“Yes.”
“I’m good at telling when someone is lying.” I lied. I sucked at that. But it was pretty easy to read him. He was like an open book and I could turn his pages and read him easily and clearly.
“Really?”
I nodded.
“And your point is?”
“I know you’re lying.” I implied. He cleared his throat. “I think you should leave now, Miss. Pierce.” He said in a strangled voice.
I blinked and leaned back, noticing my junk was in his face. I blushed and immediately became embarrassed. What was running through my head? I asked myself as I jumped off his desk. I stumbled, almost falling flat on my face. I steadied myself on time and quickly walked over to my stuff.
“Are you alright?” he asked. After practically throwing myself at you and being rejected, not really.
“Dandy,” I replied bitterly. I collected myself before quickly heading for the door feeling like an idiot. Why did I stoop so low? Why did I throw myself at my teacher!? I was never like that . . . It was like he made a new Faith come