Leila's POV
"I'm so sorry that Damien made Peter kiss you but you can't deny it you felt a spark didn't you?" Sam whispered beside me as she nudged me in the arm playfully.
I glanced up from my book and scowled deeply. She parted her lips to say something but the sound of the door opening and shutting behind us put her to a thankful halt.
I listened as murmuring echoed through out the class as Mr Kingston came strutting in, his head held high and his hands traveling down his ocean blue suit slowly as he made his way towards the podium.
Damn the man knows how to capture the attention of an entire room.
"Morning class, hope you are all ready for my unit one test today." Ah we haven't even gone half way through the unit and he's already giving us a test. Bless my soul and this poor mans heart because if I say what's on my mind he will surely kick me out of here.
"Miss Hart! Did you hear a word I just said?" His stern voice boomed from beside me and I snapped my head towards him to see him leaning against my table, his oceanic blue eyes penetrating deeply into mine as he arched his perfectly plucked brows.
I nodded my head with a gulp and watched as he rolled his eyes. He placed a paper down onto my desk and flashed me one of his dimply smiles, but I could see the fire behind his eyes as he said, "added a bonus question onto yours brat, have fun."
My entire body flushed with heat at the close proximity between us and I gulped as I felt the penetrating gazes of students on us. Mr Kingston didn't seem to mind as he leaned away and strutted towards the next student.
Every day he walks into class he finds a new way to torture me and everyone is aware that he does not like me and vice versa. Plus there's no hiding that we share a dorm room, apparently the word got out and everyone knows.
Instead of calling me a slut like I'd expected and or finding it absurd that a student shared a room with a professor, I was actually praised me for and I quote– "living with a hot Scottish babe."
"Ugh, Mr Kingston I don't think that's fair." I scowled deeply and he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Sucks to suck miss Hart."
I freaking hate him.
I glared at him sharply before flickering my eyes down at the booklet. When I flipped the page open their were five questions on a separate page before the notice warned students to count the pages and numbers before proceeding.
That Scottish bastard.
I'll get you back for this Kingston, I promise you.
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Glancing up at the clock I nervously fiddled with my pen and tried racking my brain for the last set of questions on this ridiculous test. But to my dismay the bell chimed loudly and I let out a pained groan, my head falling onto the booklet in exasperation.
"Okay everyone pass down your booklets to the last row and you may leave." Everyone did so one by one and I was left with a stack of test papers on my desk. I watched in astonishment as everyone toppled out of the class, including Sam and Midge.
You've got to be kidding me.
"Come over to my dorm room later, I have something planned for us, oh and bring a sexy outfit!" Sam whisper yelled as she strutted down the stairs, bid Mr Kingston goodbye and exited the classroom.
I grabbed the set of booklets on my desk and marched towards him angrily before slamming it down onto the podium before him. "Mr Kingston why are you so childish?!"
Slowly he peered up from the booklets, his eyes burning holes into my head as he settled his mesmerizing yet threatening gaze onto me. He stuffed his hands into his pocket, crossed one leg over the other and flicked the booklet shut.
"I'm a grown man miss Hart, and put some respect in your mouth, I am still your Professor at the end of the day, regardless of my age or yours." He said sternly, his jaw ticking slightly as he said so.
"Sorry. . .sir. But if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" I mumbled sheepishly. His eyes flickered to my booklet that sat at the top of the file and he smiled sarcastically, "how old are you?" He asked.
I was perplexed for a moment but then realized that he knew my age because he's my teacher. He's throwing me off! Buying time so that he would not have to answer my question. That Devil!
"You know I'm nineteen Mr Kingston. If you're such the grown man you claim to be why did you do something as petty as assigning me five more questions onto my test. Wasn't I and I quote you 'a little girl', I'm confused," I deadpanned.
If this goes as planned then in a few seconds I'll know his age.
"Little girl? I called you a little girl because I am a grown man compared to you. You aren't even allowed to purchase alcohol yet miss Hart, where as I am old enough and wiser than you are." He said, his finger pointed directly at me as he said so.
"You're 21."
The color in his face drained for a mere second before he adjusted his jacket, cleared his throat and averted eye contact. "I am not."
"You so are! Oh my god all this talk about being a grown man and you're only 21!? Wait how are you even a professor Mr Kingston? This just gets crazier and crazier." I chuckled humorously and he flashed me a glare which automatically zipped my lips.
"Mr Kingston. . ."
"Blake."
"Huh?"
"My name–it's Blake. It feels weird being called Mr Kingston, I am old enough but not that old. But only outside of class miss Hart as to retain respect towards me." He exclaimed as he adjusted his neck tie and ran his hands through his brown hair.
"Thanks, Blake." I mumbled softly. Huh, maybe he's warming up to me, it's my second week here and we're on first name basis?
"I said when we're not in class Brat!" He scolded sternly.
Yeah I take that back.
"Stop calling me that!"
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and assembled all the booklets before slipping it into his side bag, "sure do act like one." He muttered dryly before strutting away from me.
I stood there flabbergasted, watching his back profile as he tumbled towards the door completely ignoring me. "I kinda have to correct some assignments tonight miss Hart but if you choose to sleep here by all means feel free to do so." He gestured towards my frozen stance then the empty classroom and the door which he just opened.
I scrambled out of the class and stood by as he locked the door. He stood upright, nodded his head curtly towards me before pivoting on his heels and strutting away me.
Who the hell are you Blake Kingston?
I'd really like to know.