Acquiescent BD

"And then he started kissing my neck, but because I'm classy, I stopped him at third-" "How many guys is that this week?" Scarlett joked as she placed her book in her locker at took the ones out for her upcoming history class. Her friend was leaning against her locker as she took a sigh and rolled her eyes. "Scar...Have you thought who you're gonna give it up to? How about Edgar?" She said pointing to the emo kid in the corner who was picking at the scabs on his wrists. "Too emo..." "What about Theo?" Scarlett looked over to the hot geek who wore the square framed glasses and leaned against the locker. Noticing how Scarlett did not object, she found this as an opportunity. "I heard he has a poem about you in his notebook..." "Yeah, sure..." She said laughing it off. "What's wrong with HIM?" "Too intellectual...We would get five seconds in a conversation and I would need a dictionary, thesaurus, and Albert Einstein..." She said as the bell for her next class rung. Again, she rolled her eyes and followed Scarlett to class. Leaning against the door frame, she turned and saw the most attractive man she had ever seen in her entire life. He stood at six feet and three inches, wore a sexy mid-September shadow, and dressed mature yet casual. Wearing a red ironic t-shirt and dark jeans, he leaned outside the office with a model smile. "What is it Claire?" Scarlett asked as she felt her finger tapping repeatedly on her shoulder. Turning, she saw the man who instantly took her breath away. "What about him?" Telling by her friend's blushing, she knew she found a match. "Ah ha!" Claire walked into the classroom across the hall as Scarlett lingered in the doorway. She took a deep breath and looked at the man across the hall. Then their eyes met. It was as if they were the only two in the building. He gave her a shy smile and placed his hand on the back of his neck and rubbed it. He paused for a moment and squinted toward her as he bit his bottom lip. He then moved his hand on the side of the door and gripped it. She began to blush incredibly and made her way into class. Sitting behind the desk, he pulse began to calm, but she then paused and froze. "Hello. My name is Mister Scott. I ask you call me by that. This is History class, if you intend to fall asleep, pick the back of the room so I won't call on you. If you intend on talking, ask to use the bathroom and just leave, and if you want to hook up, go under the bleachers during second period. But if you do any of this, you will have detention. So let's begin." And with that, she looked up and saw the man from the hallway. She now had a name for him. MR. SCOTT...The name echoed in her mind as she replayed the moment in the hallway shared between them. All throughout class, he kept looking at her as she looked up from her notebook. But as the class ended, she went to leave but he pulled her back. "I apologize if this seems forward..." He said with a raspy voice as he met with her eyes once more. "Do I know you? You look awfully familiar?" She found herself unable to speak and just exited from the room, going to her locker and leaning against it-releasing a deep breath. "Who the hell are you?" She asked herself.