One month ago, new student arrived to our class. His name is Brandon Cerber. Girls are all over him, and I can't lie, I'm too.. I mean he's hot.. Black hair, gray eyes, has this emo edgy vibe, plus he's so tall. I swear to god he would say bark and I'll become feral.

Today we're having math class and he's in the class with me. He looks so pretty today.. He has dark gray baggy jeans, hoodie and mask on his face, his hoodie is over his head. I bit my lip, my thoughts shifting from some boring algebra stuff to some spicy scenes with him in it.. My hands in his messy hair, his veiny and tattooed hand on my throat pressing firmly but still so very gently. He's kissing the hell out of me. Being gentle dom, grounding me, putting me in my place, calling me his good girl, praising me.. Everything I wanted to hear in my life, he is whispering it in my ear, things are just about to get spicier until the math teacher, BTW the biggest cockblocker, calls me to solve some problem on a board.

Brandon POV I can't with this girl. Why does she have to think those thoughts during the day, and math class.. Who would have thought that girl so innocent looking like her is such a freaky little thing. Adorable. Truly adorable. I bet she would be red from blushing if I truly did what she fantasize about. I'll make sure she's blushing everywhere.. Her cute cheeks, her ears, her delicious looking neck.. I'll make her blush on places where it's impossible to blush.. And I'll worship it all..

I was an orphan, no one ever wanted me in orphanage, the families would always return me back, scared of me and my abilities.. It's not my fault I can read minds.. No kids ever wanted to play with me, they never told me, but they always thought it, which was even worse.. Am I not worth of the same love as others? Just because I'm some failed lab experiment? I didn't chose it, so why am I being treated like this.. I always thought it would be a great ability.. I would always surprise others with things, words or gifts they didn't have to mention, but I would still know.. I wanted to make others happy.. But they always looked at me with so much fear when I gave them something they thought about. I was freak.. I still am.. I accepted it

when I turned 18, I was dismissed from the orphanage, I found some abandoned place and turned it into home. I worked some part time jobs to earn money for clothes and food.. I found a way how to not pay bills, if you get rid of the person who wants the money, you don't have to pay them.. Okay so I have blood on my hands, and what?! I never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it..

once I know I could get on my feet, I decided to finish school, I always had straight As, I read mind of the smartest kid during exams.. I got to the nearby high school. Now I made sure to be as humble as possible. But it was strange now.. The girls were trying to get my phone number, trying to get under my skin. I wasn't used to such attention, but it felt warm.. But would they still stay if they knew the real me? During a free period, I sat next to this girl. She's very pretty, kind, sweet and caring.. Or at least her thoughts are.. She's introvert, like me.. But when she's with the girls she's comfortable with, she's such a beam of sunshine.. She makes me smile and feel warm. Something about her is telling me she would accept me.. So I decided to read her mind only.. And I fell in love.. Or obsession? I dont care.. Because I know she's it. She's my favorite person now..