The Pharaoh and His Desire

Chapter 1

Noa 

Rolling over I snatched my phone from the bedside table and hit snooze for the fifth time. Waking up never came easy to me since I usually didn't go to bed until 3 or 4 in the morning.

It used to make my mom furious and as a latina that was never a pretty sight. She would constantly get up throughout the night to check and make sure I wasn't on my phone or laptop.

But now. Now she was gone.

Now I could do whatever I wanted and no one would notice. Especially my father.

Groaning, I finally pulled myself out of bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. At least today school wouldn't suck, I thought to myself as I turned on the water and began to brush my teeth.

Today we were going on a field trip to visit some limited exhibition that had just been unearthed in Egypt a few years ago and finally had made its way to Washington DC's Smithsonian.

Popping my contacts in I examined my puffy, sleep-deprived bottle green eyes. Pulling back from the mirror I tied my long thick hair up into a ponytail and without even thinking I grabbed my usual- some ripped jeans and a man's white v-neck. I was on the taller side, around 5'8 (173cm), and girls white v-necks were never long enough for my torso. Plus the extra room helped to hide my larger chest which I was still a bit self-conscious of. Sliding on my mom's amethyst ring I quickly grabbed my navy jansport backpack and trodded down the steps.

"DAD I'M LEAVING" I yelled as I pulled on my worn-in black converse and reached for the car keys. Hearing no reply I hesitantly crept into the living room and let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. There he laid, passed out on his recliner with a near-empty bottle of whiskey next to him. Go figure. 

While my mother was born and raised in Argentina my father referred to himself as a “European mutt”. However, his towering height, blonde hair and emerald eyes suggested he was of Northern European descent. 

Sighing, I glanced at the clock realizing I was already running late. Giving a sympathetic look towards my passed out father I quickly ran into the bathroom and grabbed some aspirin and a glass of water from the kitchen. Leaving it next to him with a note saying "I hope you have a good day at work. The things wealthy kids do to keep busy, I thought with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I'll be there." I said as I reached out and gave my boyfriend Tyler's hand a gentle squeeze.

We had been dating since we were 13 and although we hadn't done more than some heated makeout sessions I knew that I would lose my virginity to him, I just didn't want to rush it.

I was pulled out of my discussion when I heard my teacher clear her throat and lean down to my level. Lowering her voice she looked me in the eye and passed me my test, "Someone who should be getting A's in my class is getting C's... I expect more from you Noa." she said with a disappointed look on her face.

Frowning, I turned the paper up slightly to see the giant, red C+ on my paper. f**k.

"What a bitch... Am I right?" I heard my friend Jackie whisper as she leaned over and checked out my grade. Sporting the same grade herself.

I loved Jackie. She was kind, sweet, and had the sexiest body I had ever seen. But when it came to school... well... she wasn't the brightest. Which was why she was a senior in a junior level Chemistry class.

Knowing we had gotten the same grade made my heart sink for a brief moment but it was quickly replaced with indifference.

I don't care about school anymore. It doesn't matter. I repeated to myself again and again as we boarded the giant buses that would take us to the museum.

Hopefully looking at some dead people and pretty ancient jewelry would take my mind off of Dr. Fieraru's words...