I walk into the empty classroom to see my teacher writing on the whiteboard in the front of the classroom. Why am I always the first one to my classes? I take a seat near the front. I want to make a good impression on this teacher. She's a new teacher, I'm assuming. No one's heard of her. I wonder how Saxton's classes are so far...
My thoughts are interrupted as she turns around to greet me with the most genuine smile I've seen in my 17 years of living.
"Hi! I'm Ms. Victoria." She said, still smiling.
She said "Ms." Not "Mrs." She's not married...
All I can manage to do is smile back.
Why am I thinking this way? No...Saxton is my boyfriend. I love him. I've never liked a girl. I just think she's pretty, that's all. My parents would murder me if they knew I liked a girl.
She sits down at her desk and starts writing something. I keep looking at her. She's intriguing. The way she writes...smiles...those baby blue eyes and her silky shoulder length blond hair.
I realize some kid a...