5

"You did an excellent job, Emma." Her Science teacher, Ms. Alicia said with a smile on her face as she went through Emma's assignment.

"Thank you," She said happily, making her nod as she placed her assignment aside.

"You can leave now, dear." Ms. Alicia said, making Emma nod as she left her office.

She barely took a few steps when she stopped dead in her tracks hearing a low growl from the room right beside her.

"I'm hating this f**king shit!" Someone growled, making her jump in her place as she gaped at the door. Her eyes read the nameplate and she gulped reading Mr. Colt written in bold italic letters.

"I'll rip your throat apart; the first thing I see you!" He growled dangerously and Emma stood frozen at her place.

Did he just threaten to kill someone?

Before she could make a move to leave or run. The door of his office burst open and out came none other than Mr. Colt.

His eyes landed on her small frozen frame. "What are you doing here Ms. Richardson?" Came his rich, thick voice.

Emma's heart stopped beating in dread. The dread of him knowing her name. Which simply meant he noticed her, the thing which she didn't want.

She was tongue-tied. Like a deer caught in headlights. She was so stunned and scared because of her crime of eavesdropping that nothing came to her head as an excuse for her safety.

"N-n-nothing." She stuttered and took a fleeting step back.

His hawk-like eyes narrowed at her feet, making it clear to her that he noticed her chicken movement. He raised his eyes and she abruptly looked away.

His eyes!

The dark forest green with the hues of hazel in them scared the life out of her every time he looked at her.

"I hate liars!" His voice was gruff with a hint of amusement.

Emma took another step back, not meeting his gaze. There was something about him that oozed out power, respect, and dominance. His mere form reeks of intimidation. This man could be easily considered as a warrior or a beast, a fighter rather than a professor.

"I was just p-passing." She muttered slowly. Finally being able to feel her legs again. Emma turned around and dashed out of there at full speed.

With her heart beating wildly she stopped in the ladies restroom and breathed heavily. Staring at her face in the mirror she splashed water on her face twice before staring at the mirror.

Her eyes were wide and her face pale. If anyone saw her right now, they would think she witnessed a ghost when it was her teacher.

The rest of the day went smoothly.

Connor was kind enough to help her buy all the things during the half-hour break from work.

Emma lay on her bed and eventually the events of the day started raking her mind.

Xander Colt!

That man gave out scary vibes. Even though she barely knew him, his eyes peered at her as if he could see her soul.

And now he knows her name as well. Excellent going, Emma! The more she tried to stay under the radar, away from all the attention the more she attracted it.

With determination to avoid him at all costs, she welcomed sleep with open arms.

The next day was fine with no bullies waiting for her, luckily. The first three classes went with ease and it was recess. Emma went to her sacred classroom on the top floor. She brought a chicken sandwich for herself today.

Munching on her food she hummed a tune of her own as she walked to the window. Sitting near it she gazed out. Her eyes immediately landed on that black Range Rover, like a magnet but what got her attention were the strong muscular shoulders.

She moved forward to have a better look. He was leaning against his car while talking on the phone.

She took a large bite of her sandwich, both cheeks full and at that same moment Mr. Colt looked up straight at her.

Their eyes locked!

Her breath hitched and she froze. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers and her mouth stopped chewing her food. With both cheeks full she gaped at him like a fish out of water.

His gaze was unswervingly set on her. She was so freaking away from him yet he felt her gaze. It was impossible or perhaps his sixth sense is very strong.

She gulped the food without chewing on it and it got stuck in her food pipe making her cough out hysterically as she moved back from the window while lightly punching her chest. She hurriedly drank water from her water bottle and finally, she could breathe.

The coldness of her hands and the numbness of her feet were out of her understanding. First of all, he looked and behaved nothing like a teacher. Second of all he cusses and threatens people on the phone.

Weird!

"Oh, Lord!" She facepalmed herself knowing fully well that the next class is math which means she has to face him.

Lord, show mercy!

Packing up her bag. She walked down the stairs making sure that no one watched her because if her sacred place got out, Landon, Jack, and Veronica would make her life a lot more like hell.

Walking into the classroom, she quietly sat on the back, on her signature seat near the window.

There were still five minutes left till the class started. Emma took out her notes and checked the last problems that Mr. Colt solved on the board. She did understand it slightly but what happened in the last two steps went from above her head.

She was so engrossed in the math problem that she didn't realize when the door opened and he walked in.

"Settle down, class." His deep voice had her head shooting up and there he stood in his black dress pants and black button-up shirt hiding his dark tattoos behind.

His eyes fell on the front row and she immediately tried to appear smaller in her seat but Alas, he noticed.

"Ms. Richardson, come here and sit in the front."