Chapter Three

Our new professor was standing in front of the class, his back facing us as he was settling his attache case on his table. He was a tall man, his shoulder and back were broad. He was wearing a buttoned long-sleeved shirt, his sleeves folded up to his elbow exposing his muscular and protruding veins in his lower arm and hand.

"Good morning, class," he greeted with his baritone voice.

He was definitely young for sure.

The whole class responded with, "good morning, sir.' I noticed some girls were giggling in their seats, whispering and blushing.

I rested my chin on my palm, my elbow supporting my desk.

"I am Ethan Cipriano, you can call me Professor Ethan or maybe sir, I'll be your professor in this subject 'till the end of the school year."

Did he really have to say all that with his back on us? He was giving a bad impression, I thought that he was rude and cocky but I didn't want to judge yet. I just really hope he's different from our former teacher. Our ex-professor was always mad, punishing the whole class because we didn't do our homework when we don't have any.

And when our new professor finally decided to confront us, my breath hitched and my eyes went wide. I became breathless, the girls in our class gasped as well and the boys grunted in annoyance and jealousy.

I couldn't blame those girls for ogling him, I was doing the same thing! Our professor was extremely handsome that I struggled to look away from his ocean blue eyes. His brown hair was a bit long and messy, his nose was pointed and proud, slightly red from the hot weather and his pinkish lips were thin and looked soft.

His white glowing skin reminded me of those male models in those TV commercials regarding their usage of skin products, but his skin looked like it was his natural shade and color. He's also tall, I'd say he's 6'1 or maybe taller. I never felt this small in my entire life.

He was blessed with a muscular body, his biceps were big and his chest was broad. I was already imagining the six or eight pack of abs behind that shirt. He looked like a model! It felt wrong when I thought of running the tip of my finger against his skin and muscles. When did I become a pervert?

Someone raised their hand, it was one of my bitch classmates, already standing without being called. She wore a seductive smile, trying to flirt with our professor.

"How old are you, professor handsome?"

Bitch, he just said to call him Professor Ethan or sir! Professor handsome was not in the option!

She descended to her seat, leaning her body forward. Even when I was at the back of the class, I could still tell that she was doing that to reveal her cleavage. I've already seen how girls flirt and seduce men.

His eyes moved to meet hers, he smiled in a friendly manner before answering her question. "I'm already twenty-five years old."

"Are you single?"

"Professor, what's your favorite color?

"Are you married?"

The girls were all over him, asking questions after questions which he gladly answered without any complaints. He was smiling as he answered every question and I was gawking at him like a horny bitch.

Why did he have to have those beautiful ocean eyes?

I had no idea why my heart was beating inhumanely fast, this was the first time my heart throbbed from a different emotion. Not by fear and by nervousness but with something else.

I couldn't take my eyes away from our professor, all the girls' attention was on him as well which was the reason why all the boys were scowling in jealousy.

But didn't he just said that his last name was Cipriano? From what I remember, Tiffany's last name was Cipriano. Are they both related? They did have the same face features so it was possible.

I watched as our new professor ran his fingers through her soft-looking brown hair. I still couldn't believe how handsome he was, I was still starstruck.

"Can you believe this? I mean, my brother's not that handsome for these bimbos to go crazy about him, right?" Tiffany whispered to me, my eyes widened as I diverted my attention towards her.

"He's your brother?" I pointed at Mr. Cipriano, shocked.

"Isn't it obvious? We look really similar, the only difference is that he's a boy and I'm a girl. When we were kids, everyone mistook us as twins."

I nodded, totally agreeing with her statement.

"Alright, kids, enough with all the questions." Mr. Cipriano folded her arms over his chest, slightly sitting his sexy ass on the table.

Did he just call them kids? Okay, that was cool.

"Why don't we switch things up? Everyone stand one by one and introduce yourself."

What are we? Children in elementary? That wasn't cool at all.

The introduction started at the girl who's sitting in the first row from the left. Her skirt was pulled up, her hands folded against her chest, pushing her breasts together and slightly leaning forward.

Well, she was beautiful and sexy compared to me. I only wore sweatshirts and pants in school to cover my bruised and wounded skin, my dark hair was like what Tiffany said, a bird's nest. If I'd just combed it, it would be straight and silky but I wanted to look like this. I did all of this on purpose.

Unconsciously, I pulled a pen from my bag and folded my left sleeve up, doing small lettering of my name on my wrist just below the cut I got earlier. A small amount of blood escaped my flesh but I was too used to the pain to notice I was bleeding.

As I was about finish the last letter of my name, someone grunted in front of me causing me to squeak in surprise and drop my pen on the floor. My eyes widened while looking at the pair of feet standing in front of me. I closed my eyes tightly, cursing myself in my mind.

Slowly, I lifted my head, my eyes fluttering open as it collided with a pair of blue ones. But oh dear god, those beautiful eyes I kept mentioning about looked so mad and pissed.