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Did I really expect anything else? This job is probably his second chance at life after his teenage years of petty crimes.
I look around at all the students in the room. I have to turn around to look at them. Lik is sitting far from me. We both arrived late, and he took the last space on the back benches, so I ended up a couple of rows from the front. It’s weird being here. Like I’ve come home but not quite. This isn’t Stoneview, but I still recognize some faces from my high school years and even one girl I slept with a couple of times.
This whole situation makes me feel uncomfortable. I’ve just spent two years on constant adrenaline, and doing something as simple as going to classes makes everything around me seem dull and unexciting. I’ve become addicted to being on edge and on high alert.
I turn back to look forward and run my hands over my face before sliding them through my hair.
“What the fuck am I doing here,” I mutter to myself.
Why did I listen to Chris? This guy has a way of getting inside my head and making me believe his shit ideas are awesome, to begin with.
What is the point of attending any classes when I know I don’t have any future here?
I grab the bag I hadn’t even opened and get up swiftly, except when I raise my gaze, I come face-to-face with Mattock.
“Going anywhere interesting?” he smiles kindly. His personality doesn’t fit his image, I can already tell. I bet he’s all ‘I used to deal drugs and beat up people, but I’ve found the light now, and I make myself feel better by teaching North Shore kids there’s a better, more legal life outside their gangs.’
When I don’t respond to him and attempt to get past some girl to my right, he insists. He walks back to his desk and looks down at a sheet of paper, skimming over it.
“What’s your name?”
“Rose White,” I mumble.
He keeps reading until I assume he finds my name at the bottom. He finally nods and peers up.
“Well, Rose, why don’t you give me this hour and then feel free to go home?”
The girls to my left and right don’t look in the mood to get out of the way—North Shore bitches—and Mattock’s eyes are burning fucking holes in my head.
“Fine,” I huff as I sit back down. Got nowhere to be, anyway.
American History is an interesting class, and Mattock makes it even more so. I guess his hot ass has a lot to do with it. Most of our class is female and I’m starting to understand why.
Since I was sitting towards the front, I’m one of the last ones to leave. I’m in the doorway when he calls out to me.
“Rose!” I slowly turn around and raise an eyebrow to show I’m listening, yet not that interested in what he has to say. It doesn’t seem to stop him. “Could you stay back? I’d love to have a chat and see if I’ve convinced you to keep taking my class.”
The last girl who was leaving walks past me and winks at me. She’s a redhead with a glint of flirt in her eyes. “Lucky,” she whispers with a cheeky smile.
“Me or him?” I smirk. It makes her giggle, and her eyes linger as she walks away.
Mattock waits by his desk, and I walk back down the stairs that lead to him. It’s a huge lecture hall and I wonder how the people at the back heard anything.
“So,” he tells me. “What do you think of American History?”
“Yeah,” I huff. “It was alright.”
He leans against his desk and crosses his arms in front of himself.
“What about me?”
“You?” I readjust the strap on my shoulder to be able to slip my hands into my slacks.
“Yeah, what did you think of me?”
Is he really hitting on me after his first class? I’m not complaining; the guy is eye candy, but we just met an hour ago and I’m his new student.
“You’re great at teaching,” I answer. “Doesn’t pay as well as the North Shore Crew, but it was the right career choice.”
