Final period of the day. The one Elias always dreaded the most. It wasn’t that it was a particularly troublesome group, but there was her. Addison Stewart.
Addison wasn’t a bad student. Quite the contrary. She excelled in everything she did. Every time he returned a paper with another A, that killer smile would stretch across her face making her blue eyes light up and just bring him to his knees. She was the exact type of girl that he fantasized about when he graced these halls as a student a mere eight years ago.
If he was honest with himself, he still fantasized about that type of girl.
He made it through the lesson on types of persuasion in writing without fumbling. It was a miracle. Addison sat in the front row wearing a short black skirt and every time she shifted in her desk he grew red around his ears. His eyes kept darting to her pale, perfect legs. He wished he’d wore looser pants, though…
The bell rang and the group of seniors quickly gathered their bags and books to make a quick exit. As the room cleared, he noticed her just hanging around. She was always one of the last to leave, but never the last student left. Except today.