“English Literature,” Matthew answered warily. He didn’t know her well enough to judge, he didn’t know her at all, but he didn’t like the way her expression had changed when she had picked up that phone. She had gone from playful to serious in seconds and he found that he actually missed her bratty attitude. “That’s what I teach. So, I’ll be seeing you in class this afternoon. Fair warning: If you even think about showing up late I’ll have you sitting beside me, in front of a class full of your peers, for the entire lesson.” He hesitated, noting the way her skin had paled when she had taken that call and attempting to convince himself that the concern he felt was normal, that it was the type of concern a teacher had for his students. “Abigail, are you alright?” He could almost smell the fear coming off of her in waves. Who the hell had been on the phone that could intimidate her that much?<br/><br/>Sighing heavily he rubbed his eyes. This was going to be a long term if he was expected to sit through class with Miss Weathers watching his every move with that mischievous glint in her eye. Though perhaps he would learn to ignore the pull he felt, the scent that surrounded her…or perhaps she wouldn’t last. She had already succeeded in pissing the Principal off. She could be outta there within a month if she pushed her luck. Good that would solve all his problems and he was going to choose to ignore the way his stomach twisted at the thought.<br/><br/>It was about then that a terrifying idea occurred to him. But there was no way it could even be a possibility was there? She was human. He wasn’t. There was no way she could be his mate.<br/><br/>Shaking his head Matthew rid himself of the preposterous thought. Shit. They were late already. Leading Abigail down the corridor he too a left and knocked at the first door on the right. Opening it up, he gestured for her to go in first, not at all so he could follow behind and admire the view. That would be perverse. And wrong. So wrong.