Chapter 4 Lust

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"Watch it!" She yelled as she picked up her fallen books.

Raising her head and seeing the person she bumped into, she yelled,

"You again!"

"Did you forget your eyes somewhere!" She lashed out.

She was pretty much angry, but not at Fred, she was angry at everything happening in her life, and the fact that she just sat for a test she didn't prepare for.

"Hey, Chill. You bumped into me not the other way round." Fred replied looking straight into her angry eyes and that was when he finally noticed how beautiful the girl who happens to be the departments clown is.

He had seen her a lot of times but haven't seen her that close before.

He doesn't know why such a pretty girl will let herself be the departments mocking and laughing stock.

Hearing what Fred said, Carly rolled her eyes and was about to walk out, but Fred stopped her.

"Hey, would you want to hang sometime?" He asked.

"No and don't ask again because you will get the same reply." She firmly replied, and rushed out the minute she sighted her sister approaching them.

Fred looked at her lustfully as she sprinted away.

"What are you doing?" Judy asked the moment she walked up to Fred who stood rooted to the ground.

"Nothing." Fred replied and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Judy said out, making him stop dead in his tracks.

"What is it?" Fred asked.

"Nothing, never mind." Judy said then walked out.

CARLY'S POV

Fred asking me out all of a sudden was shocking, and unexpected.

Some part of me wanted to say yes just to taunt my sister, and show her I'm better than her, but then again I remembered I had a boyfriend, I have Max and we were to meet later in the day.

Speaking of Max, as I walked to my next class, I took out my cellphone and texted Max.

{See you at the Frank's coffee shop, I'll text you the location.} I sent to him, put my phone on silent mode to avoid distractions, then entered the class.

"Oh great." I muttered to myself the moment I saw the professor wasn't in class yet.

I'm really not in the mood to be embarrassed yet again.

I walked straight to the last seat at the back and sat down.

Few minutes later, he walked in, and I was stunned, Literally stunned.

I thought a professor was supposed to be some old or middle-aged man but the man that walked in was as young and handsome as hell. He looked like a freaking model.

The moment he entered, he greeted the class, and immediately started his class.

I could see my professor teaching, but I sincerely couldn't understand a thing.

I really tried, but it was all a waste of concentration as all I did concentrate on was his lips, slow motioning the movement in my head, and imagining how soft it would be if I kissed him.

I kept staring at the whole of him though, and damn he was smoking hot.

This is my first time in his class and he had already made me fucking wet.

"What is wrong with me." I muttered to myself.

Worst is I haven't even had sex before, I've touched myself occasionally though, and if there's anyone I would want to fuck right now it would be him.

I kept drooling, and imagining having sex with him, as he lectures, and I guess that was what was distracting me from comprehending. It's either that or my brain for understanding has been locked, and the key unrecoverable.

I kept looking at him as he moved from one end to the other, and at some point I started to imagine him pacing the class naked, and oh boy, he was so sexy in my head, and it looked so funny too that I kinda laughed out loud.

Big mistake.

"Fuck! What have I done." I muttered as I looked around, realizing that all eyes in class were on me like I'm some psycho.

"What's your name young lady?" My professor asked and his voice echoed in my head.

I knew fully well he was talking to me but I turned back like the rest of the class did, like I had no idea he was referring to me, untill my seat Mate tapped me.

"He's asking you." The loud mouth said, making it difficult for me to deny.

I turned to my professor, "Oh me?" I asked touching my chest.

"Yes you." He replied with a Stern voice.

"Carly. My name's Carly." I Said hoping that's all he wanted to know.

"So, do you mind giving us a brief talk on what you understand by the word federalism, Carly?" He asked, and there it is, the thing that makes me skip school, random questions.

"Huh?" I said, even though I heard him clearly, and I heard some people in class laugh at me too.

Screw them.

"I said, do you mind giving us a brief talk on what you understand by the word federalism?" He asked again.

"And please stand." He added.

I swallowed hard, gave my seat mate a death glare, and looked up at him.

All of a sudden, I couldn't even remember what the goddamn word meant, not that I can't remember I sincerely don't know what that means, and I've never heard that word in my entire life, maybe I have, but I don't remember.

It's official, the whole world is after my life.

They're all out to embarrass me. I should have stayed at home.

He quirked a brow at me.

"Surely, you should be able to say a thing of two, you've been looking at me attentively and I'm sure you got everything I said, maybe that's why you laughed, right?"

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath.

"Was that what he was lecturing about?" I muttered to myself.

"You can do us a favor and talk a bit louder Miss." He said, looking at me sternly.

I looked around, and then I knew it's time to throw the bomb on him, and probably make the embarrassment a little bit less for myself.

"No idea, sir." I coughed out shamelessly. It was better not to say anything than to fool myself in the crowded classroom.

He scoffed and shook his head, as though he was so disappointed.

"Sit!" He ordered, and immediately I did, bending my head in my palm hoping I somehow disappear.

The class continued, and all I wished for, was for this nightmare to end.

After the class, I hurriedly left trying so hard to avoid eye contact with everyone, but I could still feel that they were staring at me as I walked out.

The moment I was out of that he'll hole, I checked my phone and I saw lots of messages, the most important one was a message from Max.

{What if we meet at your house instead, would love to meet your family?} It read.

I felt so happy he suggested that, and I excitedly sent a text agreeing immediately.

I've never had any friend come over before, infact I wasn't able to make friends because they always end up wanting to hang with my sister instead of me or hating me.

"Maybe this will make me less of a disappointment." I said to myself with a bold smile as I walked to my last class for the day.

ALESSANDRO'S POV

I woke up late that morning, Marcella was still lying next to me fast asleep and it made me cringe.

I don't like walking up and the first person I see, is my one night stand.

I stood up, walked to the bathroom, had my bath got dressed and left.

As I walked towards my garage,I called Marco.

"Make sure she's not in my bedroom by the time I return." I ordered.

"Sure Sir." He replied.

"And I'm heading to The Casino's Basement right now, hope he's still there?"

"Of course sir, but he's refusing to speak."

I smiled, I always love the stubborn ones, it always feels good to watch them break.

"I'll handle that." I said, and ended the call.