  “Class, settle down,” Mr. Jenkins’s scolded the class, but you could hear the light humor in his voice.

  

      “Where are your passes boys? I assume you have a reason to be late, Mr. Dempsey?” The guy that shoved me down this morning just shook his head and smirked.

  

      “Mr. Jenkins, you know I’m not the responsible one.”

  

      “Oh, Galam. When are you ever going to learn that being a leader, especially for this group, requires responsibility?” Especially for this group? I asked myself suspiciously. So his name is Galam, huh? Sexy. Wait, what? I shouldn’t think like that!

  

      I shook the thought out of my head before looking back at the group of boys. My gaze was specifically on Galam. He was totally sexy, probably the sexiest out of the four boys. He had a nice lean body that could be number one on any slut’s list. If you know what I mean. His jet black hair was

  Galam’s POV

  

      Eli, Jet, Warren and I decided to be late for Jenkins’s class again.

  

      It’s not like he would care. He was a cool teacher and understood that we had some business to take care of before getting to class. Plus, I have the highest grade in that class. Even if I was star of the football team and spent a lot of time with the ladies, I still found time to study.

  

      However, we didn’t have business to take care off today. But, we didn’t feel like going to class just yet either. So we were leaning against the lockers while Eli was rambling about his mate, Abigail.

  

      “… I can’t believe she let that guy touch her and kiss –“ He kept saying, running his hands in his hair furiously. Abigail and Eli’s relationship was complicated and it’s best if you ask them yourselves.

  

      Speaking of relationships, I was still thinking of that girl I bumpe

  I did a little victory dance in my head when I found classroom A232. Yes, I made it just on time, I thought just as the late bell rang. The whole class was filled with students and a few chairs were empty.

  

      Some of the student’s were staring off into space while the others carried a bored expression. When I walked to Mr. Jenkins’s desk, everyone’s head perked up and the stares of many eyes burned a whole in my back. Mr. Jenkins’s was pretty young.

  

      He was probably twenty five. He was pretty hot too, but I was too young for him. Not to mention, he was my teacher. I shivered in disgust of the thought of a teacher kissing his student. He had light brown hair that was cut short and he had hazel eyes. His face was perfectly sculpted and he had a nice build.

  

      Please don’t tell me the teachers here are hot too, a little voice in my head said. I don’t think I could handle all that pressure. I neared his little office space at the back of the room and he had his feet propped up on the dark wooden desk. He was staring at his cell phone and his fingers were pressing on some buttons. He was texting? I was surprised to find he looked pretty chill. The teachers at my old school never looked this relaxed and carefree. I looked at Mr. Jenkins and he hasn’t noticed me yet. He was still texting on his blackberry. I cleared my throat and he looked up slowly. He smiled and realization dawned on his face.

  

      “You must be the new student,” he said.

  

      “Julisha right?”

  

      “Just call me Juli,” I said, giving a small smile and nodded.

  

      “Alright class, this here is the new student, Juli,” Mr. Jenkins’s announced to the class. I turned around and gave a shy wave to the class. Some students smiled while some guys checked me out. Ew, I thought.

  

      “You can sit over there,” Mr. Jenkins pointed at a desk near the windows. “We’re just waiting for some students.” I sat down in my assigned seat and let out a sigh. I closed my eyes for a while to regain control of myself.

  

      Okay, Juli, get a grip, we can get through this. You’re doing great so far. Remember, you are strong, I thought to myself.

  

      “Juli, I didn’t know I had this class with you!” I heard a familiar voice say. I looked to my right and saw Abigail sitting next to me. She had a huge lopsided grin on her face.

  

      “Oh, hey Abigail,” I said enthusiastically, smiling at her.

  

      Five minutes already passed and we still haven’t started class.

  

      “So, who exactly are we waiting for?” I asked Abigail.

  

      “The Crescent Pack,” she rolled her eyes at the stupid name. I raised my eyebrow in confusion and she sighed.

  

      “The four boys who are always fashionably late. It’s not the whole group, but you get what I’m saying?” I nodded and she continued.

  

      “Anyways, they totally hold us back. I want to get into a good college, but with them being late and all, my lessons are cut short.”

  

      “Why don’t you bring it up to the office? They receive a ‘no credit’ for being late all the time, don’t they?”

  

      She sighed again. “Unfortunately, no matter what we do, it doesn’t really matter. They are the richest group in the whole school. The leader’s father founded this school and pays for everything.”

  

      The door to the classroom suddenly banged open and the four boys walked in one by one. And of course, all of them were gorgeous. I noticed one of them was the mystery guy who shoved me down this morning. I quickly looked down at my lap, trying to appear unnoticed.

  

      “Oh, speaking of the angels,” Abigail said sarcastically, but loud enough for the boys to hear. “They finally graced us with their presence.” One of the boys smirked at her.

  

      “Babe, I know you missed me and all, but you don’t have to share your excitement with the whole world.” He had black hair that complimented his creamy skin and he had gray eyes that were mysterious. His white button down shirt was rolled up to his elbows and his black straight fit jeans made it obvious that he knew how to dress himself up… nicely. Abigail snorted and crossed her arms over her chest.

  

      “You wish, Eli.” “It’s Elliot, babe. Only my friends call me Eli.” Abigail rolled her eyes and snorted.

  

      “Abs, Eli’s jealous because he saw you kissing Charles this morning,” another guy said. He had rusted colored hair and brown eyes. The class was humored by the comeback Elliot’s friend just threw at him. I saw Abigail’s face heat up and a sad expression crossed her face quickly before she smirked at Elliot, who was clearly not happy. I made a note to ask Abigail about this little situation. What? I was a curious girl and I loved gossip.

  

      “Shut up, Jet,” Elliot growled at his friend, who I assumed was Jet.

“Class, settle down,” Mr. Jenkins’s scolded the class, but you could hear the light humor in his voice.
  
      “Where are your passes boys? I assume you have a reason to be late, Mr. Dempsey?” The guy that shoved me down this morning just shook his head and smirked.
  
      “Mr. Jenkins, you know I’m not the responsible one.”
  
      “Oh, Galam. When are you ever going to learn that being a leader, especially for this group, requires responsibility?” Especially for this group? I asked myself suspiciously. So his name is Galam, huh? Sexy. Wait, what? I shouldn’t think like that!
  
      I shook the thought out of my head before looking back at the group of boys. My gaze was specifically on Galam. He was totally sexy, probably the sexiest out of the four boys. He had a nice lean body that could be number one on any slut’s list. If you know what I mean. His jet black hair was styled messily and my hands were itching to run through it. His deep blue eyes had a story be

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