Chapter 17: Out of mind
As Azalea sat in the bath tub, the warm water enveloping her body, she couldn't shake the feeling of disorientation that clouded her mind. Her thoughts drifted aimlessly, unable to focus on anything.
๐๐ป๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ(๐๐๐๐๐)
Why do I feel so. . . .unsettled?!ย *Leaned back*
๐๐ป๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ(๐๐๐๐๐)
Ha! *sighs*
๐๐ข๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ
Azalea, are you still in there? You need to hurry up and get ready! *yells from outside*
๐๐ป๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ(๐๐๐๐๐)
*blinks in daze*
๐๐ป๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ(๐๐๐๐๐)
I-I'm coming! *slightly shaky*
But as she stood up from the bath tub, her mind still reeling from the remnants of the uneasy feelings, Azalea couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over her. She knew she needed to pull herself together and focus on the task at hand, however the lingering traces of the sudden infatuation made it difficult to shake off the feeling of disorientation.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Azalea quickly finished her bath and began to get ready for the day ahead.
Azalea reached school and joined her friends as they chatted happily but random things.
๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐
Hey guys! Did you here the news?
๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐
*wraps her hands around Azalea's shoulder from back*
๐๐ป๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ(๐๐๐๐๐)
*smiles*
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ถโ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐โ๐๐
What?
๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐
The seniors are going to be teaching us today. Apparently, the teachers are busy checking copies of the students of other schools.
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ถโ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐โ๐๐
Really? That's unexpected! *voice tinged with curiosity*
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐
Why is that? *eyes narrowed*
๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐
*Shrugs*
๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐
I wonder how it'll be with the seniors teaching us. . . . *shrugs*
๐๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐โ
Who knows? But it'll definitely be interesting! *chirped excitedly
The class settled in and waited for the seniors to arrive.
As the bell rang, signaling the start of class, Azalea's heart skipped a beat as the two seniors entered the room. But when she saw one of them was Hunter, a slight gasp escaped her lips, her breath catching in her throat. A rush of emotions surged through her, leaving her feeling breathless and lightheaded.
She bit her shaky lower lip, trying to steady her nerves as all the students stood up to greet the seniors with a chorus of "Good morning." But Azalea could feel her pulse racing, her palms growing clammy with nervous anticipation.
Hunter's eyes immediately found hers in the crowd, and Azalea felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her at the intensity of his gaze. In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them locked in a silent exchange of emotions.
For Hunter, seeing Azalea standing there, her eyes wide with nervousness, filled his heart with a sense of joy and contentment. He couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness wash over him at the sight of her, his heart bubbling up with excitement at the prospect of spending time with her.
As the class began, the other senior named Mitchell wasted no time in diving straight into the lesson, shooting a question about commerce to the class. Azalea could feel the tension in the air as a few students raised their hands to answer, their voices eager to impress.
But Azalea found herself unable to meet Hunter's gaze, her eyes fixed firmly on her desk as she tried to avoid the intensity of his stare. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, a silent reminder of the unspoken connection that lingered between them.
As Mitchell continued to teach, Azalea tried to focus on the lesson at hand, her mind drifting as she struggled to push aside the conflicting emotions that churned within her. But no matter how hard she tried to concentrate, she couldn't shake the feeling of Hunter's presence beside her, his mere proximity sending her heart racing with nervous anticipation.
Lost in her thoughts, Azalea found herself longing for the lesson to end, desperate to escape the intensity of the moment and the unspoken tension that hung in the air between her and Hunter. And as the class dragged on, she couldn't help but wonder how she would ever manage to navigate the complexities of her feelings for him.
Hunter wrote a sum on the board and asked the students to solve it. Azalea was seated in the extreme corner of the second bench.
Immediately, Hunter made his way to their bench, his presence sending a ripple of anticipation through the air. As he leaned forward towards Azalea, pretending to check Rachel's work, a small smirk played on his lips, and Azalea felt her breath catch in her throat., next to Rachel, who was struggling with the question. With a furrowed brow, Rachel raised her hand, signaling for help.
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๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐
Um, excuse me, Senior. . . . *hesitates as she points to her notebook*
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๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐
I'm having some trouble with this part here. Could you help me understand?
Hunter's eyes flickered briefly to Azalea before returning to Rachel's notebook.
Santiago Inรจs Escoffier(๐ป๐ข๐๐ก๐๐)
Of course! *deep voice*
๐๐ป๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ(๐๐๐๐๐)
*Shivers*
Santiago Inรจs Escoffier(๐ป๐ข๐๐ก๐๐)
Let me take a look. *leans forward*
As Hunter began to explain the problem to Rachel, Azalea found herself unable to tear her gaze away from him.
The strong, musky scent of his cologne enveloped her, wrapping her in a cloud of masculinity that sent her head spinning. Mixed with the woodsy undertones and a hint of mint, his scent was intoxicating, filling her with a sense of longing and desire that she couldn't shake.
With every breath she took, Azalea found herself drawn deeper into Hunter's aura, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure. The scent of him lingered in the surrounding air, a constant reminder of his presence and the magnetic pull he had on her.
As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, Azalea couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be closer to him, to feel his strong arms around her and his lips on hers. But she pushed the thought aside, knowing that such fantasies were nothing more than a fleeting dream.
๐๐ป๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ(๐๐๐๐๐)
{๐ญ:What is wrong with me?}
But no matter how hard she tried to resist, Azalea found herself longing for more, craving the intoxicating scent of Hunter's cologne and the warmth of his embrace. And as she sat there, lost in her thoughts, she couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be a chance for her to be truly close to him.
The close proximity, the sound of his voice, the scent of his cologneโit was all too much for her to handle. And as she watched him interact with Rachel, a small part of her couldn't help but wonder if there was more to his actions than met the eye.
But before she could dwell on the thought any longer, Hunter straightened up and turned back to the board, his attention fully focused on the task at hand.ย
He started writing solution the board, as Hunter spoke, his voice filled the room with its smooth, deep, and husky timbre. Each word rolled off his tongue with a commanding presence that sent a shiver down Azalea's spine. It was a voice that demanded attention, drawing everyone's focus to him with its sheer power and intensity.
For Azalea, the sound of Hunter's voice was both captivating and intimidating. It echoed in her ears, sending waves of warmth through her body as a crimson red color clouded her cheeks. She could feel the heat rising in her face, a telltale sign of the effect he had on her.
As she sat there, listening to him speak, Azalea couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over her. Hunter's voice had a way of cutting through her defenses, leaving her feeling exposed and defenseless in his presence.
And as Azalea sat there, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hear him speak those same words to her in private, to feel the warmth of his breath against her skin as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
๐๐ป๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ(๐๐๐๐๐)
{๐ญ:Darn you Azalea! You are out of your mind}
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