On some level Matthew knew that it had nothing to do with him, she had a right to privacy and his job was to be her teacher not her therapist. He had to know when to take a step back and respect the boundaries. So he nodded, continuing his walk down the corridor, and tried to ignore the niggling in the back of his mind, his instincts telling him that he was missing something. That something was clearly wrong and she was desperate to hide it from him. From everyone. Was that what this feisty little girl act was all about? Trying to keep her secrets? She was one to watch, he knew, attraction or no attraction.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It's obvious I’m not shy when it comes to people Mister Grey.</span><br/><br/>Matthew snorted aloud and gave her a sideways glance. “You can say that again,” he muttered, though not unkindly. She wasn’t shy, he’d give her that, but some day that little act of hers was going to backfire and she would find herself in trouble with the wrong guy. Someone like him. He didn’t voice that particular opinion knowing it wasn’t his place.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">‘Unless she is your mate.’</span>That niggling voice in the back of his mind teased, Matt impatiently batting it away. He was somewhat of a later bloomer in that department than other wolves. Not that he didn’t have sex. He did. But he had yet to find the person, his mate, the one he was meant to spend the rest of his life with. The idea that it could be a girl, one of his students, was laughable.<br/><br/>Like the gentleman and professional he was trying to be Matthew held the door to the History classroom open and averted his gaze as Abigail swanned past him and nabbed a seat at the back of the class. The back of the class huh? He would remedy that later. “Mrs Laine,” he offered her a charming smile and shot Abigail a dark look. Honestly, could she not even pretend to have manners for a couple of seconds? If even a grumpy old cowboy like himself could manage it… “Good morning,” he bobbed his head, smile returning and slips his thumbs into the loops on his jeans. “I believe so. Abigail Weathers arrived this morning. I’m showing her to around so if she causes you any trouble let me know.”<br/><br/>For all intents and purposes it seemed as though he was focused on whatever it was Mrs Laine was babbling on about but in reality he was listening to what was going on, had been going on, ever since Abigail had taken her seat. Nodding and smiling to whatever the History teacher was saying Matt fought back a growl, grateful for his keen sense of hearing.<span style="font-style: italic">And that, Abigail Weathers, is why you don’t sit at the back of the class on your first day.</span>Not that she didn’t seem to be holding her own. But still, it didn’t sit right with him.<br/><br/>Turning he fixed his impenetrable blue eyes on the little blonde demon who was making all the big threats. “You, the blonde in the back with all the fake tan and extensions. Yes, you.” He smiled a big, toothy smile which never quite reached his eyes. “Detention. Four o’clock. See you there.” He made his way towards the door, then turned, trapping Abigail with his stare. "And you Miss Weathers...I'll see you after class," he said with a wink. Tapping his fingers to his forehead in a mock salute to Mrs Laine, he then bowed his way out of the room, pausing once the door had closed to check his watch. Time for a quick cup of coffee and then he’d be back here and waiting to escort Madam Weathers onto her next class.