Chapter 10 A heart constantly racing.
NANCY'S POV
Talk about a heart racing completely out of control, that was my heart the moment Landon walked in, and our eyes met.
I had no idea if it was an illusion of mine, but it almost seemed as though he knew the kind of effect he had on me.
Maybe I was actually hallucinating it because the instant I thought that, the look in his eyes settled into something somewhat controlled and professional.
A hush fell over the crowd and everything because quiet, one could have heard a pin drop.
Something about the effect he had on such a large group of people was just as thrilling as imagining his lips latching onto my nipple.
I realised what I was thinking and how my thoughts had strayed to such an obscene scene, and heat flooded my face.
Diana, of all the terrific times in the world, chose to glance at me then. She saw my expression and frowned, then reached beneath the table to squeeze my knee reassuringly.
I didn't need her reassurance, but I took it and managed a tight smile at her.
On the podium right in the very front of the class, located in the centre, Mr. Landon stood.
"Good morning," He said, voice rolling through the four corners of the room like a wave across an ocean.
My stomach dipped at how deep his voice sounded.
In a classroom such as this, it sounded even hotter.
"Good morning, Sir," The class chorused, and I shook my head to get my thoughts to disperse.
I didn't bother speaking; I knew already that my voice would betray me, and I couldn't risk Diana hearing that and asking if anything was wrong with me.
I breathed in deeply and told myself to act normal just as Mr. Landon set his tablet on the desk at the front.
He moved unhurriedly, as if he had all the time in the world, and that only served to make my nerves stretch tight.
"Are you alright?" Mason leaned in close to whisper to me.
My first instinct was to glance at Diana. Luckily for me, she was too focused on her Dad to really care that Mason was talking to me.
"I'm fine," I cleared my throat and straightened in my seat, noting to myself that he made one more person I had to be careful of.
He'd easily noticed that something wasn't right with me, and that was a skill I thought that only Diana possessed.
Come to think of it, maybe his talk about being observant earlier wasn't false.
He nodded, but his brows raised higher, as though he didn't fully believe me, but before he could say something else, Diana nudged my arm.
"See, I told you my Dad runs a tight ship."
"Uh-uh." That was all I could say, but I swear by the heavens that fact hadn't escaped me.
Upfront, Mr. Landon's gaze swept across the room again, and just when I was about to sigh in relief, his gaze landed on me.
My pulse spiked in an instant, again.
God, I was losing it.
My eyes darted around, trying to see if anyone had noticed that.
Was I the only one feeling the shift in the air?
No doubt, I was the only one who had her own juices pooling in her pants in the middle of a classroom, all because a man was staring at me.
My fingers tightened around my pen, and right at the time I felt I couldn't take it anymore, Landon's gaze eased.
He returned to passing his gaze over the class. "Some of you already know who I am, but for the sake of those who don't, I am Jaxon Landon, Mr. Landon to you all, and I will be taking this year's summer lessons."
A cheer erupted around me, and I glanced around in confusion.
Mason leaned in close again, "Mr. Landon is actually a good teacher. He comes off as intimidating at first, but I think that's only just fair."
It would be better if I found him intimidating, but instead, my goddamn self thought he was the sexiest man I had ever laid my eyes upon.
Mr. Landon began outlining the course structure, and students started pulling out laptops and notebooks.
I hadn't gotten a laptop yet, but Diana had given me some books I could use, so I brought one out and started writing as he dictated.
Anything to keep my mind off my thoughts.
He listed course overviews, weekly assessments, and group participation, amongst others, declaring that they were the foundations on which our grades would be built.
I could feel something else building inside of me.
Mason again put his supposedly observant skill to use, and he reached out to me, letting his hand fall over my arm.
"Relax, you look like you're preparing for war."
I shot him a look, tired of being told to relax, then muttered, "I'm taking notes."
He didn't seem to mind my slightly harsh tone because all he did was nudge his head towards my book and messily scrawled handwriting, "You're writing very aggressively."
"No, I'm not," I denied, then looked away so I wouldn't have to endure his piercing gaze.
Diana leaned across me slightly as well, "See, school isn't so scary. I told you you'd fit right in..."
Her gaze glossed over Mason and me, and her lips curved into a tiny smirk, "You're fitting right in."
"Actually, she looks..."
"I'm not..."
Mason and I snapped our gazes to each other, surprised that our speech was in sync.
He gestured for me to keep talking, but I no longer could, because at the front of the room, Mr. Landon had paused mid-explanation.
Diana straightened quickly while Mason pressed his lips together.
My own stomach dropped, because very slowly, his gaze lifted and landed directly on me.
If I thought the other times were accidents, this loom was very deliberate and intentional.
My breath caught painfully in my throat while he held my gaze for a second too long.
Then he spoke.
"Miss..."
Oh no.