To Andrew, with love
WARNING: This book was written when I was a lot younger. It is the most embarrassing thing I have ever done, and many times I have considered deleting it. The only reason I haven't is because people still read it, and seem to like it *cringe*. You have been warned.
"Seriously Mara, do you really just love to make accidental physical contact with me? I genuinely thought that you weren't like the other girls..." He teased playfully.
I shook my head shyly and took a good look at him. Was this really my teacher? There he stood, in casual jeans and a shirt, with the dim corridor lights bringing out hidden undertones in his ruffled ash-blond hair. His eyes, reflecting the yellowy light, showed a green blend... huh.
Okay, I didn't think I could deny it any longer -
I had one hot biochemistry teacher.
Something about the way I was looking at him must have been inappropriate because he seemed taken aback and began fidgeting nervously, chuckling at the same time. He quickly walked into his classroom and grabbed a big bag.
"Okay, let's go." he said whilst thrusting the heavy-looking bag on to his shoulder.
I blinked twice.
"umm where?" I asked.
When Mara Tanner loses her memory in a tragic incident, she forgets who she is - or the fact that she was once in love with her teacher, Andrew Roberto.
All she now knows is that this new man 'Jacob Knight' is the one to help her, the one she should trust...
And he is the one that wants Andrew dead.