I hear voices from outside in the hallway, a deep, male voice pierces my ears. Is that him? The door slowly creaks open, and I gently bite my lip. He's sexy as hell! Bloody hell, I can feel myself becoming wet by thinking about fucking him. Nevermind, he doesn't even know me, and I don't know him either. "This is Richard Sambora, now, Richie can sit next to Hannah." Mr Brooks told the class, as I pushed my poem forward as he sat down next to me, he has dark brown hair, that illuminates his bright, cute face and it's like midnight. His eyes are like deep chocolate pools, that, if you look long enough, you can get lost in. Into a unknown world. "I gather that your name is Hannah, call me Richie by the way" he told me, smiling softly.
"N....Nice to meet you, Richie" I replied, trying to disguise my crush on him. What the fuck are you thinking? You just met this guy! He smiled again. Mr Brooks, the disgusting, annoying and horrible English teacher, cleared his throat; a heavy sigh crossed the room. "Now, there is rhyme and rhythm here, which sounds like horses" he continued, oh fuck, time to disappear. My hearts beating hard and heavy in my head, and Richie looks cool as a cucumber. Damn. I can't wait till lunch is here.
