I couldn't sleep.
It felt like I was laying on a brick wall rather than a mattress.
The tiny space was making me claustrophobic and the air was too stuffy for me to breathe properly.
I hated it here.
'Ugh! When will it stop?' I yell, staring into darkness.
I was finally understanding why the teachers at Brainy College preferred to stay on the top floor.
These kids never go to sleep .
I had been trying to fall asleep for the past five hours, after my long journey I was exhausted, but I couldn't.
Music blared through the walls, laughter combined with hysterical screaming travelled easily through these paper thin walls and I was trying (unsuccessfully) to block out the noise by using my pillow as barrier for my ears. It didn't work. As time went on the noise worsened.
Were they having a party? On a school night?
Oh crap. I was actually beginning to sound like a teacher.
I remained patient, counting to a 100 in my head, any minute someone would come down and end this chaos.
Come to think of it, what happened to the stuck up lady in the entrance hall?
Maybe her shift had finished. I sighed.
There should be someone supervising this place at all times! I shuddered at the thought of what these kids got up to.
I jump up at the sound of glass breaking in the room next door.
'That is it!' I throw the bedcovers off my sweaty body and reach to the floor to pick up my wig.
I'm wearing grey sweatpants and a white crop top. I shuffle into the shirt I was wearing earlier today and switch the light on to check on my appearance.
My jet black wig was sitting awkwardly on my head. I couldn't be bothered to adjust it. Frankly, I was too tired and frustrated to care.
I walked out of my room with confidence.
Six steps later and I stood in front of a vandalised door. This place is a wreck.
I knock on the door, lightly at first and then, when I receive no response my knock turns aggressive.
I freeze when I hear a boy curse and tell everyone to quieten down. My heartbeat increases rapidly.
I could do this! I chant in my head repeatedly.
They are students . I'm the teacher....
teaching assistant . I'm the boss.
I'm the boss.
Finally, the door creaks open. I'm hit with the smell of alcohol. It makes it's way into my mouth causing me to cough and splutter.
'What do you want?' An angry voice demands.
I steady myself and wipe away the tears leaking from my eyes. They must be drinking something strong, I think to myself.
I face up to the voice, opening my mouth to say something but nothing comes out.
I notice his eyes first. They're light blue.
So gorgeous that I have to hold my breath. The boy... man runs his tongue over his lip ring and I have to physically stop myself from gasping.
Could this guy be the most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes on?
I was used to working with good-looking male models but this guy was in a different league. He was....
'What are you gawking at, idiot?'
I snap out of my inappropriate thoughts.
What the hell was I doing?
I cross my arms, and prepare myself to sound as man-like as possible.
''You need to switch the music off and go to sleep.'' I stop rambling when I notice the guy's eyes widen with shock or was it amusement?
''You're kidding, right?''
I blush under his mocking gaze.
'No, I am not. I'm a teaching assistant at your school so I have the right to send you to bed.' I reply. Honestly, I'm embarrassed for myself.
The guy laughs, and it sounds like heaven. Oh, I had it bad.
''Technically, you can only tell me what to do during school hours. Now,
f*ck off.''
He steps back, and pushes the door. I stick my foot against the door, stopping it from closing.
''What did you just say to me?'' I say, angrily.
'' What did you just say to me?''
He replies, mimicking my accent before continuing, ''Dude, I don't give a f*ck that you're a teaching assistant. Now, get lost.''
''I will but let me tell you... mister, I will be reporting your behavior to the principal tomorrow morning.''
The guy smirks, ''Go ahead... Mr...?''
''Adams,'' I say, gritting my teeth.
''Mr. Adams...You related to Mrs.Adams?''
''Yes, she's my aunt.''
He nods and smiles. I freeze momentarily, once again, unable to take in all of his amazing-ness.
''I tell you what Mr. Adams,' he purrs, smugly, 'You should go to the principals-no your aunt's office tomorrow morning and tell her that Maddox Gunner says...'' he stops suddenly.
''Says what?'' I urge with impatience.
''Kiss my ass.'' He spits out, and slams the door in my face.
"Maddox Gunner." I murmured amidst my fury. That's a mad ass name there. So heavy with Danger.
My frown returned when I remembered his rudeness all over again. He sure got some nerves.