*Some sexual content*
"I don't think anything of you."
Those words drew the bad boy of Thornhill High to good girl Anatolia like a moth to a flame.
Anatolia Gunn is liked by almost everyone. She's a school prefect and a model student. People find...
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I take off my wet, winter coat and hang it over the back of my chair. That's the best I can do until I can get to the library and make use of the radiators.
I pull the necessities out of my damp backpack, then zip it closed and drop it under my desk.
Rain is pounding against our classroom windows, and there's a rumble of thunder in the distance.
"Beautiful, English weather," Mr Bonner remarks.
He's walking around class, handing out graded test papers.
I bite my lip and fiddle with the zip on my pencil case. Did I get the A?
He reaches my desk and smiles. "Don't look so worried, Ana."
He sets my paper down in front of me.
95%. The red, circled A is accompanied by a smiley face.
"Congratulations. That was an incredibly challenging paper."
My face lights up, and I beam up at him, "thank you sir."
He moves away and my face drops.
River's here.
He's standing in the doorway of the classroom, talking to Dallas, when Dallas suddenly looks over River's shoulder, and catches me staring. A smirk meets his lips and he indicates to me with a nod.
River casts a look my way.
I avert my eyes, not wanting to entertain him today, and flick open my test paper. I busy myself with reading Mr Bonner's corrections.
"River," Mr Bonner calls from somewhere behind me, "you're already late. Either get in, or get out. And I believe you have physics, Dallas Jackson."
"You're correct, sir."
A few girls giggle.
Mr Bonner walks past my desk to stand at the front of the room. I put my paper aside and open my notebook, ready to begin today's lesson.
"So get moving," Mr Bonner orders Dallas.
Dallas rolls his eyes, before sauntering off.
River closes the door, and turns around, taking down his hood.
The water must have went right through it, soaking his black hair and thus making it appear even darker. Raindrops slide down his face, and his cheeks are pink with the cold. His green eyes, however, are alive and furious.
I try not to feel anything. But it's very hard not to when he looks like the son of a Greek god sometimes.
Mr Bonner holds out the only test paper he has left.
River walks forward and takes it.
"97 percent. You have great potential, son. Make use of it."
