"Oh my god!" Layla gasped, "He is so damnn FINEEEEEE!"
Layla was standing in the doorway of her second class of the day. She continued ogling for a few seconds, until someone pushed her from behind and she suddenly came to her senses, realizing that the rest of the class were waiting behind her trying to get in.
"OH MY GOD!" She froze as they all pushed through, and she spun back out the door, leaning on the wall, holding her heart. "Oh god, my hair! My lip gloss!" She quickly rummaged through her bag and pulled out her compact and checked her appearance. When she was satisfied with what she saw, she straightened her back and walked into the class as any model on the ramp would do.
"Errr miss? You're late," said the man standing at the front of the class. Layla kept walking purposely, concentrating on the invisible straight line she knew models had to walk on.
"Miss! Errrr," he tapped her shoulder and just then Layla realized, he was talking to her! Flustered, she lost concentration and tipped over in her 6 inch heels, losing her balance. "Aahhh!"
Silence? She opened her eyes and was looking straight into his soft brown eyes. "Oh my god," she thought to herself. "I'm in his arms!" She pulled her arms around him tighter and smiled up at him.
"Miss, I've got a class to teach, if you don't mind..." He pulled her up and let her go.
"Oh!" Layla looked around and realized the whole class was staring in silence. "Oops, I'm sorry. Are you the professor?"
"Err, yes, sort of. So if you don't mind, let's get started?" He smiled at her, gently but politely, and then turned to the board.
Layla stood there for a few seconds checking him out, then as he turned around again with an eyebrow raised, she looked around quickly and took a seat right in the front row, smiling at him demurely.
She opened up her notebook and wrote inside "OMG HE IS HOT!! Hot teacher!! This is my favourite class!"
She looked up at the sound of his voice. "Okay class, I'll be covering a few sessions of this class as a guest teacher, and I've written my name on the board for those of you who want to write it down..."
Layla turned to a fresh page and then looked up again to copy the name.
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
The class jumped at the sound of her chair being pushed back suddenly and rudely. Layla was on her feet, and staring in shock at the name on the board.
"What the cappucino?" She threw a look at the teacher and stared again at the name. "Are you kidding meeeeeee? Holy espresso!"
She stared at the name on the board, "Mr. U. Nerdy Khan"
to be definitely continued
Layla was standing in the doorway of her second class of the day. She continued ogling for a few seconds, until someone pushed her from behind and she suddenly came to her senses, realizing that the rest of the class were waiting behind her trying to get in.
"OH MY GOD!" She froze as they all pushed through, and she spun back out the door, leaning on the wall, holding her heart. "Oh god, my hair! My lip gloss!" She quickly rummaged through her bag and pulled out her compact and checked her appearance. When she was satisfied with what she saw, she straightened her back and walked into the class as any model on the ramp would do.
"Errr miss? You're late," said the man standing at the front of the class. Layla kept walking purposely, concentrating on the invisible straight line she knew models had to walk on.
"Miss! Errrr," he tapped her shoulder and just then Layla realized, he was talking to her! Flustered, she lost concentration and tipped over in her 6 inch heels, losing her balance. "Aahhh!"
Silence? She opened her eyes and was looking straight into his soft brown eyes. "Oh my god," she thought to herself. "I'm in his arms!" She pulled her arms around him tighter and smiled up at him.
"Miss, I've got a class to teach, if you don't mind..." He pulled her up and let her go.
"Oh!" Layla looked around and realized the whole class was staring in silence. "Oops, I'm sorry. Are you the professor?"
"Err, yes, sort of. So if you don't mind, let's get started?" He smiled at her, gently but politely, and then turned to the board.
Layla stood there for a few seconds checking him out, then as he turned around again with an eyebrow raised, she looked around quickly and took a seat right in the front row, smiling at him demurely.
She opened up her notebook and wrote inside "OMG HE IS HOT!! Hot teacher!! This is my favourite class!"
She looked up at the sound of his voice. "Okay class, I'll be covering a few sessions of this class as a guest teacher, and I've written my name on the board for those of you who want to write it down..."
Layla turned to a fresh page and then looked up again to copy the name.
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
The class jumped at the sound of her chair being pushed back suddenly and rudely. Layla was on her feet, and staring in shock at the name on the board.
"What the cappucino?" She threw a look at the teacher and stared again at the name. "Are you kidding meeeeeee? Holy espresso!"
She stared at the name on the board, "Mr. U. Nerdy Khan"
to be definitely continued
