The class King

mom I groaned. can we not do this right now ? I don't even know why you call me here, I have class soon you won't even look at me at home, how else was I supposed to get you to listen and talk to me? she frowned , clearly upset. you know that I transferred you to this school for your own good. ivory high is the best all boys high school in the country, not only it's reputation phenomenal but the student here are as brilliant as they can be.being is good environment will have a positive impact on you, it really will. no answer. I've had enough of this teenage phase of yours, especially after the incident that happened a month ago." my eyes shifted to the side in embarrassment, my face turning a light shade of pink. it was right after summer vacation that I was caught doing some unrelated to school activities in one of the class rooms my English teacher forget her bag inside room and had the marvelous opportunity to see two of his student half-naked before her eyes. hopefully this place will help you focus more on your studies and less of girls." Heat rised to my face at her words and I quickly raked a hand through my dark, brown hair. “I should go now, I'm really going to be late," I said, using whatever excuse I could to get out of here. "wait, Des," called my mom, stopping me in my steps. "I want you to be on your best behavior, okay?" "it depends on your definition of "best behavior ," I chuckled half-heartedly. she narrowed her eyes obviously not appreciating my sense of humor. "best behavior as in no more ditching class, no more talking back to your teachers, no more getting into fights, and no touching other boys in s****l ways in classroom." mom!" I hissed. the fact that I blushed at the smallest things wasn't helping either. I'm not- never mind," I grambled, grabbing my bag and leaving her office before she could start teaching me how to use lube. "have a good day sweety!" she chirped before I close the door behind me. After walking up endless stairs I finally found room 23. I knocked on the door. a tall man with an intimidating aura around him make me straighten my back.he had cold, rigid eyes and a frown that looks almost permanent plastered on his face. every about him just screamed discipline and order. "Desmond mellow?" He spoke in a formal tone. I nodded stiffly. " you are late." He glanced at his watch before looking back at me through his square glasses. "5 minute 63 second late .are you aware of that young man. "Um, no-" we don't accept tiredness here in ivory high. Every student who is even a second late will not be accepted in class, is that understood?" "yes sir, I'm.....," I swallowed thickly. "sorry" They were all boys. As I pulled out the chair and sit down my body tensing as I heard sudden murmurs and gasps as if I made a big mistake. I look toward the boy sitting beside me admiring his lustrous mahogany hair that curled slightly at the end, the look so soft. he then turned is face toward me, his left cheek now resting on his arm. my lips slightly parted in surprise, gazing at his ivory skin that glinted under the bright , morning light, giving the lmpression that he descended from heaven itself. I quickly snapped my head away, resting my left cheek against the palm of my hand in attempt to hide my blushing face. little did I know that the angelic figure who sat beside me would change my life in ways that I would never imagine.