 Deadly Sin 

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by *SensualPie (01), Feb 3, 2012.

  1. Piiieee!!! Pm! I gotta tell you something!!! 
     
  2. WHATTT?! 
     
  3. Bump!!! I love this story
     
  4. Bumpity bump bump
     
  5. I pulled the glass coffee table over to the couch, and set my bag on the floor, sitting down tiredly. The feeling in my hand went away… but not completely. I still felt something... I didn't know what, though. Mr. Hall sat next to me, taking out a pen.
    "Don't you need a calculator?" I asked, irritatedly getting my homework out.
    "Mathematical genius, remember? I'll be your calculator." he smiled.
    I smirked, and ripped a page from my notebook, and began to write, but he stopped me.
    "You've already made a mistake."
    "What? What did I do?!"
    "You didn't rewrite the question."
    "And...?" I arched an eyebrow.
    "If you make a mistake, you won't know the main problem."
    I sighed, and erased the work, writing the problem in its place.
    "Satisfied now?" I huffed.
    "I'm never satisfied." he answered, smirking.

    I almost ran out of the room. Why did he have to be so… agh! I couldn't describe it. Mr. Hall just put me on edge. Nobody's done that before... how he got under my skin like that was beyond me.
    I was so busy contemplating escape, I didn't realise the growing heat at my face. Mr. Hall arched an eyebrow, and I shot him a look.
    "What?"
    "You're blushing…" he said surprisedly.
    "I-I-Im not! No I'm not!"
    "Yes you are. Your face is rosy… maybe a crimson."
    "Does the shade of my blush matter?!" I snapped.
    "So you are blushing!" he snickered.
    I opened my mouth to respond, and no words formed. He knew I was lying. His expression showed he knew, too. I looked away, and sharpened my pencil until it broke.
    "Persephone, why can't you concentrate in my class?" he asked amusedly.
    "Wipe that smirk off your face before I do." I growled, ignoring the question.
    "And how would you manage that?" he arched an eyebrow.
    I was speechless again, and I turned away. "Fine… I can't concentrate because…" I trailed off.
    "What is it?"
    "… it's you! You're so distracting!"
    "Me?" he laughed. "I suppose if you wanted the problem solved, you'd have to transfer out of my class"-
    "No!" I interrupted, and widened my eyes. That only made him smirk even more.
    "Hmm. So you want me around?" he asked, holding back laughter.
    "…I… oh shut up!" I sniffed, turning to my watch. It was 5 o'clock already. I'd been home for over two hours, and I didn't finish my homework, let alone try to fix my disgrace of a test.
    Would I ever get anything done with him around? I was starting to believe I wasn't.
    "Look at the time! Gee, I'd like you to stay, but"-
    "But what?" he asked, grinning.
    "But, you have to go..." I stood up, and pranced over to the door, jittery. He made me so nervous… I couldn't stand it.
    Mr. Hall walked over to the door.
    "Ah, see you tomorrow Mr. Hall." I mumbled.
    "Cut the formalities, Persephone. Just call me Ian." he smiled.
    "O-okay…"
    We both reached for the doorknob at the same time, and his hand covered mine. The feeling from before struck my hand again, and I immediately blushed. There was a moment of silence, the only noise I heard was my pounding heartbeat.
    I turned the knob, and he pulled his hand away.
    "Persephone." he nodded at me, before leaving.
    I closed the door, and leaned against it, sliding to the floor.
    "Ian..."
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    This was for you, Katie! Like I promised! 
     
  6. she got more done then i thpight she would
     
  7. Bump this is a good story
     
  8.  -reads about Mr. Hall- ooohh emmm geeee -melts into a puddle-