It had been the second time I woke up on Gavier's bed, with me specifically sprawled on top of him so why was I still surprised?

"You look comfy," Gavier said huskily, his eyes half-closed stared back at me. I glanced down at his swollen lips and blushed. Last night was a blast, he kept kissing me, telling me that this beautiful act was too addicting. I almost fainted because he wasn't letting me breathe. The jerk wants to kill me!

I looked up at his eyes and saw that he was looking back at my lips as well which was probably swollen too maybe even more swollen than his since he kept biting it last night.

He leaned forward then pulled my head slowly to his. The air became heavy and I couldn't help it, I wanted to taste those sinful lips of his again.

We were a centimeter apart before he stopped, making me almost groan impatiently.

"I can't help but notice that you have halitosis in the morning," he stated.

Th-this jerk!!

"How dare you! I'll never kiss you again!" I scrambled to get away but he pulled me towards him and slammed his lips on mine before I could. It was quick but intense. I closed my eyes, my body sighing as his mouth moved swiftly on mine.

"You sure you'd never kiss me again?" He asked, knowing I wouldn't be able to resist him. I looked away so he wouldn't see my red face.

"You like it don't you?"

"Stop embarrassing me Gavier."

"But I love it when you get embarrassed, you fidget around like you want to pee. Do you want to pee little kitten?"

"I'm not your pet!" I was mad. The hell was he implying. I scrambled up and he followed.

"You might as well be since I can do whatever I want with you."

"You can't just do anything to me. I won't let you!"

His eyes darkened. "Are you sure about that?" He lifted the shirt that I was wearing, seeing me only in my underwear and bra.

I stoned, too surprised to move or perhaps it was my fast beating heart that made me immobilized.

"See I can do whatever I want to." He was closer now, his hand caressed my bare leg.

I finally snapped and pushed him away. "Y-you! I hate you!" I blushed hard.

"No you don't." He winked then gave me a quick peck on the lips before going to the shower.

I wasn't able to say anything and I didn't like losing so I followed him in the bathroom. The moment I stepped inside I instantly regretted it though, I could never win against Gavier.

"Like what you see." He smirked, coming closer to me.

I swallowed hard unable to look away from his distractingly good looking chest and abs.

Still smirking like a jerk he took my hand and put it on his chest as he continued to stare at me intensely. He caressed my face with his other hand.

I closed my eyes and sighed, leaning to his touch. I sensed him come even closer, then I felt it; his soft lips on mine. I could and probably would never get used to this. When he kissed me, I forget everything. It wasn't fireworks, it was bombs, nuclear bombs. I was too preoccupied with him kissing me, I didn't notice his cunning hand lifting my shirt up. I finally snapped out of it when he unclasped my bra.

"Y-you perv!" I stepped backwards.

He frowned. "And here I thought I was getting it on."

What I did next was the most immature thing I've ever done in my life. I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed.

*****

I was on my way to Mrs. Wales class when Lucas called out to me. I wanted to ignore him but my conscience was telling me to stop.

"Clarissa please hear me out," he said exasperated. I nodded. He looked haggard, dark rings were under his eyes and his hair was all over the place.

"I want to apologize for my stupidity. I get it now. I really am a coward, I keep running away instead of facing my problems. You. . .you made me realize that." He kept his eyes on me the whole time. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I said, a small smile tugging at the ends of my lips.

"But I'm still a coward. I need you to help me face it," he continued in a dejected voice.

I questioned him with my eyes.

"I need you to come with me when I confront my dad. Please come with me Clarissa. You don't have to do or say anything. Just be there. . .with me."

I was speechless. I didn't know I had such an effect on him.

"Please." He looked like he was about to cry. I didn't want that.

"Of course." I punched him on his arm playfully. "Now stop looking so pathetic and be charming."

He smiled and it warmed my heart. "Thank you Clarissa." He held my hand and kissed the back of it. "I don't know how I could do it without you. You're beautiful, inside and out."

"There goes my charming prince."

He laughed and I smiled.

*****

"Someone finally graced us with her presence today." Mrs. Wales raised an eyebrow at me.

"What can I say, I miss my favourite teacher." I smiled at her.

She pinched my cheek. "You've missed a lot but I know you can catch up, my naughty student."

"I will," I saluted.

"Everyone may I have your attention please!" Mrs. Wales called with her strong and deep voice, "Today you'll learn about etiquette on the dining table. Everyone sit down. Carla please give them their napkins."

We all sat down with our napkins on our laps. "Basic rules when eating is no burping, no gloating, no drooling, no puking, no coughing, no laughing and talking aloud, no elbows on the table, no slouching, no eating like a glutton, no spilling, no staining, and no clanking the dishes with your utensils. Am I clear?"

"Yes Mrs. Wales," we all echoed.

"Now I want to clarify the utensils. For a viand use the smallest knife and fork. For cutting the butter--"

The door opened loudly making us look at the intruder. I held my breath there for a moment because I thought it was Queen Elizabeth. It wasn't her but I still held my breath because it was hitler guy, the most intimidating looking judge in our contest.

"Honey, what's the problem?" Mrs. Wales asked.

Wait, honey? Did she just call--

"I missed you Mrs. Wales." He strode forward and kissed her on the mouth, even dipping her backwards in the process.

We all gasped, some even shrieked and covered their eyes.

"What did I tell you about interrupting my classes Mr. Wales?"

"That it's a no-no?" He said then pecked her again.

Mrs. Wales rolled her eyes at him.

"Sorry girls I needed that to start my day," he said to us, scanning us over, his eyes lingered on me a few more seconds than the rest.

"Now go darling before I literally kick you out," Mrs. Wales fumbled.

He laughed before kissing her one last time then finally dragged himself out the door.

Mrs. Wales was beet red when I looked back at her, still couldn't quite process that Hitler guy was Mr. Wales.

Can this day be more surprising?