Chapter one
"You're late Miss Mendoza!"
I rolled my eyes and grab a seat in the front of the class since I was twenty minutes late.
"Sorry, won't happen again."
"Better not and I expect you did the homework assignment?"
"Yes Sir."
I pulled out my drawings and handed them to him.
"On my desk."
I huff and get up, placing it on his desk, then turn on my heel and sit back down.
"As I was saying, the annual school trip to New York is coming up and only twelve of you will be able to attend Fashion Week with Mrs. Hawkin's Art History class and Mr. Turner's Photography class, so these next three weeks will be crucial as who gets to go and who doesn't. You will pick two drawings from this year's class and make them in your draping and sewing classes. You have three weeks, at the end of the three weeks all teachers will pick twelve and those twelve will be going."
While everyone was whispering about what they were going to do, I already knew.
"Remember..."
He looked right at me, but then looked to the others in the class.
"You will be graded on technique, style, drape and fitting, so gather your things we're going down town."
Which only meant one thing, SHOPPING!
"EMMA! Coming with us right?"
I nod and get up, but I'm stopped.
"May I have a word with you Miss Mendoza?"
"Sure."
I look back at my friends and they smile going out to wait for me. Once the class is out, I turn to find him closer than expected, noticing his dark hair was getting longer, his hazel eyes a little golden today and I could swear he was getting buffer, bulkier.
"Why were you late, yet again?"
"Someone unplugged my alarm clock Sir."
"You're lying."
"Sorry, but I'm not Sir."
"Stop calling me Sir, you know you're the only one that calls me that?"
"It's because I have respect for you Sir."
"Sometimes I wish you didn't..."
It was merely a whisper, but I caught it and I smirked, but didn't say anything.
"I think we should go, students are waiting."
He nods, but doesn't move until I step aside and quickly walk out of the room. I let out a breath and run over to my friends.
"Hounding you about being late, AGAIN?!"
"When isn't he hounding me about something?"
Zander was tall, dark and handsome. He was built to haul girls over his shoulder, take control of a woman's needs, protect them and the best friend in the world...
Too bad too, but it didn't stop us from fooling around last summer when we got totally wasted at his parents villa in Mexico. We didn't have sex, but we did other things, things that only he and I knew and no one else did.
"Like I said I think he's into you."
I huff like always, who would like someone like me? I was tall, big chested, small ass, long wavy brown hair that I just couldn't control, so it was always in a ponytail. I wore glasses, although I did wear contacts from time to time and I could dress up if I wanted to, but why when you could wear jeans and blouses everywhere you go?
