Lessons of the Heart and the Liquid it Pumps ||

1: New Year, New Me

-Intro-

There I was, standing in the social studies hallway well after school had let out. I wasn’t waiting for a study group; I was far from an A+ student. I hadn’t just gotten out of detention; I wasn’t some gung-ho trouble maker. No, what I was doing was waiting. And who I was waiting for was a certain Collin Marrs or, as the rest of school knew him as, Mr.Marrs; the world studies teacher.

Here’s where you give me that look. That little ‘wow what a slutbag’ look. I’m really not though. It wasn’t like I had set out my senior year thinking I’d snag myself my history teacher. I hated history, why should I even consider liking the teacher?! But then again I can’t say I was an innocent party in the whole ordeal. No one is innocent when it comes to teacher student relationships.

If you saw him you’d understand. Just looking into those seafoam green eyes and you’d be at his very beck and call. Quite literally, but you’ll find out what that means later on. For me it was more than looks. It was more than the fun of the scandal of our positions in society’s eyes as teacher and student. It’d be impossible to explain without starting at the beginning.

So sit back and let me tell you about how I ended up in a world full of the forbidden. Because, as you’ll soon find out, the relationship was only the beginning in what I can only call the insanity that follows.

~Isadora Maybell Clayson     

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“I know! New year, new me.” I smiled at Aiden as he looked me up and down.

“Damn it. I shoulda dated you back in ninth grade when I had a chance!” he said running a hand through his long golden brown hair.

I rolled my eyes as some prep glared at me as she passed. “Yeah well you just had to get all popular in highschool and leave me feeling like the loser I am.”

He shrugged. “It happens.”

We trudged down the hall, my heels clicking as I walked. As we passed down the jock hallway in front of the gym Aiden returned the bombardment of ‘hello’ and ‘whats up.”

“WOW! Isadora!” one of the jocks whose name, like all the rest, I didn’t bother to learn said. He eyed me up and down, his eyes lingering on the light skin of my exposed legs.

“What?” I asked ready for the insult.

Instead he smiled. “You look good is all.”

“Oh thanks.” I muttered and felt suddenly self conscious in my short skirt.

Aiden saved me from feeling awkward.”Come on. Class is going to start and I don’t want to be late my first day.” he pushed me forward down the hall.

“So who is Mr. Marrs?” I asked scanning the group of social studies teachers as we entered the auditorium.

“Some new guy. I asked Layla when I saw his name on my class schedule. She said he should be entertaining enough to hold our attention.”