by Ella Emerson
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
A note from the Authors
Meet Ella
Meet Heather
Teacher
Copyright © 2016 Heather Dahlgren and Ella Emerson
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Editor: Silla Webb
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Heather and Ella want to dedicate this book to all the horny bitches out there looking for some fictionary action!! May you love this book and may it be just the heat you are looking for.
Life in suburbia was rather boring and nothing fun or exciting ever happened. Ever!
Daddy had me all set to attend his alumni, University of Michigan, after high school. But, the truth was I didn’t want to go to Michigan. No, I had dreams of attending Columbia to pursue a career in fashion. All my life I would dream about clothes and designing the perfect outfits.
My father was a doctor. He was never home, and he wanted me to follow in his footsteps. My mother was an alcoholic who left us after years of trying to survive A.A. at the request of my father.
My best friend Kerrie had our plans mapped out. She would attend NYU, and as funny as it seemed, she wanted to be a doctor. I would go to Columbia, and we would share an apartment. We talked about it non-stop, and I couldn’t wait.
Only a few more months of high school, and one senior trip to Paris, and then I would be free. I still didn’t know how to tell my father I’d been accepted to Columbia, and I was too afraid to rock his dreamboat.
Dressing in my DKNY skinny jeans and a nice off the shoulder beige Gucci sweater, I wrapped my long blonde hair into a messy bun. Mascara and some blush and I was out the door with my Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses covering my eyes from the Georgia sun.
My father had bought me a black BMW for my sixteenth birthday, and two years later it still purred like a kitten.
Kerrie and I had a routine, I would stop by the coffee shop on the way to Westboro High School and get us both a double chai tea latte, while she would pick up her boyfriend, Hunter.
The coffee shop was a little busy as I walked up to the front door. Standing in line, I cursed under my breath when I realized I would be late for my first period English class if the line didn’t move quicker.
It didn’t matter if I was late or not. Our regular teacher, Mrs. Brighton, was on maternity leave, and a new teacher was taking over for the remainder of the year. New teacher meant no respect from me. I’d been going to school since I was five, which let’s face it, was pretty much as long as I could remember. I was six months away from being done. Finished—I couldn’t wait. So, if we were getting a new teacher after our Christmas break, well it wouldn’t faze me. I was so close to being free.
As I thought about my freedom from the institution of public schooling, I felt a splash of warm liquid rush down my back.
“What the…” I turned around to see a stout, older man hurrying past me to the sugar station to fill his coffee to his desired sweetness. He hadn’t even noticed the half shot of espresso which was soaking up the back of my sweater. I mentioned it was beige, right?
I grabbed my sweater, twisting it in my hands to assess the damage from the man who never even apologized.
“Asshole,” another man said from behind me.
I whipped around and was met with a set of caramel eyes.
“Excuse me?” I asked the stranger who was grinning with the sexiest smile I’d ever seen.
“That man. I saw the whole thing, it was a coffee hit and run. Here let me see.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and turned me around to take in my soiled clothing.
“Yeah, thanks,” I said as I eyed the offender of ruining my outfit. He was still clueless to the mayhem he had caused.
The gorgeous man with dark hair and caramel eyes stared at my back. Grabbing some napkins off the counter he patted my sweater.
“There, it’s not so bad.”
I turned on my heel to face him again and noticed how I wanted to lick him, everywhere.
“Thanks.” I blushed when he noticed me staring.
“Name’s Levi. And you are?”
“Trish.” We shook hands as the line moved closer to the counter.
He turned around, and I studied him from behind. His height was noticed first. Tall, and I knew he was packing some serious muscles under his sweater by the way the material tugged when he moved.
My eyes traveled south and landed on his taut, firm ass. I was almost half-tempted to reach out and squeeze it.
His dark hair was gelled to perfection, and I couldn’t stop drooling, which was odd for me. I guess being at high school, I never took an interest in any of the losers which graced the halls.
I had dated a college boy once but ended that when he cheated on me with some chick from his school.
My father wanted me to wait to settle down, and I agreed. I would hate to meet someone who would distract me from my future goal of moving as far from this place as possible.
Lost in thought, Levi spun around and cocked an eyebrow at me.
“What would you like to drink, on me?”
“No, that’s okay. Really, I have someone else I’m ordering for as well.”
“Then let me take you to dinner,” he asked in a sexy voice that caused tingles everywhere, and I do mean everywhere.
A dimple appeared on his left cheek when his lips turned up in a smile, and my jaw dropped.
“Umm, okay.” I tried to think about how old he was, he appeared to be in college, for I knew he was older than high school. Yet, he was still in my age frame.
“Great, now what do you want to drink? I’m still paying. No way would I let you get attacked by coffee and not defend your honor.”
I placed my order, smiling the whole time as he paid. We walked over to the sugar and cream station together, making friendly small talk before he asked me for my number. I obliged and then said goodbye to him as I got into my car and sped off to school.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw Kerrie and her boyfriend immediately.
“What took you so long?” Kerrie asked as I got out of my car.
“I met a hottie at the coffee shop, and now I have a date.”
Kerrie’s blue eyes glanced over to Hunter as they shared a look.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s just you never date,” Hunter said.
“Yes, I do.”
Kerrie shook her head and took her boyfriend’s side, not even coming to my defense.
Truth is, I
didn’t date. So, why had I agreed to go to dinner with Levi? I was still questioning myself as Kerrie, Hunter, and I made our way through the crowded halls of school.
Typical high school life was happening all around. Couples kissing by their lockers, guys chasing other guys, and everyone who was not engaged with tonsil hockey or the game of flag football directly in front of me …was on their phones.
Our high school had a strict no cell phone policy, but no one ever paid attention to the rules.
My thoughts drifted back to Levi and meeting him this morning. The way he smiled at me while his voice coaxed me into a dinner date.
I said goodbye to Hunter as Kerrie leaned in to hug him. She and I made our way through the A building on the east side of campus. After passing the cafeteria which no one ever stepped foot in, we came along to our first class of the day. English, which I have to admit, was my favorite class of the day. I would rather read a book any day instead of work math problems. Blech, numbers.
We stepped inside and were bum rushed by Abby, Sarah, and Courtney. “Trish, love your sweater,” Courtney said. Her blonde hair was curled past her shoulders, and her makeup looked professionally done, which it most likely was.
“Thanks,” I said.
We chatted for a bit as we waited for this new teacher to come through the door. I sat near the back of the classroom. It wasn’t a large classroom, typical blackboard at the front. A desk for the teacher in the middle, with all of our chairs lined in neat little rows. I sat off to the left-hand corner of the room and was surrounded by Kerrie and the girls.
“Hey, Trish, lookin’ good,” Mark said as he walked past my desk.
He was good looking for a high school jock, but he did nothing for me.
“Hey, what’s up?” I answered as the door leading to the hallway opened.
The class quieted down as our new teacher entered our room.
Isn’t that some shit? As he walked in I was met with the same caramel eyes from inside the coffee shop this morning. Levi entered the classroom, and for a minute I had hoped that he was a student here. But, judging by his confidence as he strolled through the doors, he knew he owned this room.
Abby leaned over to whisper to us. “He is hot as fuck,” she said.
“He sure is,” Sarah replied.
Kerrie and Courtney both shook their heads in agreement as Levi’s eyes lightened when he gazed at me with his fuck-me eyes, making me tingle everywhere.
My lip quirked up as he closed his eyes and shook his head back and forth, probably cursing to himself.
“What I wouldn’t give to play with him,” Courtney said.
“Me too,” I whispered more to myself.
An idea struck me, one to make my father definitely take notice.
“I bet I could sleep with him,” I said to the girls.
All of them turned to face me with wide eyes as my smile grew. “You heard me right.”
I didn’t exactly know what had gotten into me, but I was dying to have a little fun.
“Alright class, my name is Mr. Wild. I’ll be taking over for the remainder of the year,” Levi said from the front of the class.
I raised my eyebrow to Abby when she turned in her seat to listen to what he had to say.
Even his last name was sexy. Oh, this would be fun.
Walking into the classroom I was full of excitement and nerves. I didn’t know the first thing about teaching. So, when I got the phone call that I had the chance to step in and finish the year, I jumped on it. When I decided to be a teacher I thought it would be easy. I’d contacted over fifty schools for a teaching gig and was surprised when this small town in Georgia offered me a job. I was excited to have some time to think and regroup.
Needless to say, walking into this classroom I could finally see everything working out in my favor. I walked in with all the confidence in the world. Besides being thrilled to be teaching, I’d met the sexiest woman I’d seen— probably ever—while getting my coffee. Luck was definitely on my side when some asshole spilled coffee on her because I stepped in to save the day. Well, not really, but I did wipe her shirt and asked her to dinner. Ballsy for me to be honest, not the flirting, that’s something I do well. Asking a beautiful woman out to dinner so fast, that’s not usually my style. But I figured, hell why not. I didn’t think she’d actually agree.
I placed my coffee down, which made me grin thinking of Trish. Turning around I leaned on the desk and took in the class. Looking around, it’s nothing different from when I was in high school. You could pick out the jocks, the popular ones, the class clowns and the ones who were here to actually bust their asses. Finishing my scan of the class, I nearly fell over. In the back corner, sitting at a desk was Trish. No fucking way was she a student. You’ve got to be kidding me. I asked a student out to dinner. Disappointment and regret consumed me as I closed my eyes and shook my head.
I opened my eyes and noticed a sea of eyes on me. Shit, I needed to pull it together and worry about this Trish situation later. “Good Morning. I’m Mr. Wild, and I will be taking over for Mrs. Brighton since she’s on maternity leave.” Trying to avoid looking in the back corner to the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen, I hopped up on my desk. “My goal for you guys is to have you love what we are doing. I want you to come into this class excited. You’ll notice along the way I don’t teach conventionally. I have my own way of doing things. We will just do them in a way that doesn’t make you want to sleep through my class.” I got a few laughs, and I smiled. “Before we bog ourselves down with work, how about you all tell me who you are and something you’d like to get out of this class.”
As each student stood up and told me their name, I marked it in the attendance book and listened to what they wanted out of this class. Most of them said they wanted it to be fun. Fun I could do. I’ll teach them just how great reading can be.
The closer it got to Trish, the more I felt my pulse beating. I hoped to God she didn’t stand up and say I asked her out. I’d lose this job before it even started. Coupled with complete humiliation for asking out a woman…hell girl, that was in high school.
“I’m Kerrie, and I’d like to have fun in here.” Marking her off, I kept my eyes focused on the attendance sheet because I knew Trish was next.
“I’m Trish. I’d like to get an A in this class. Any suggestions how I can get that A?” I snapped my head up and saw a seductive smile on her face that I shouldn’t even have noticed. She knew she’d gotten my attention because she widened her smile and raised her eyebrows. Shit, this girl was going to be trouble, I could feel it.
“Trish, you can get an A in here by doing what you’re asked to do.” I looked to the next student, but Trish stood up.
“So, as long as I’m pleasing you, then I’ll get an A?” The class laughed, and I looked at her with wide eyes. What the hell was she doing?
“Enough, Trish. There is a lot of required reading and reports that need to be done. That will help your grade. Now please sit down so I can finish with attendance,” I said, trying to not lose it already. Thankfully she sat down and let me finish with the last of the students.
“I want to get a feel for your writing, so how about this?” I looked at the clock and saw there was a half hour left in class. “Write me a short essay on the last thing that happened to you. Don’t over think it, just write. We have a half hour left of class, so it doesn’t need to be pages long. This is also not being graded, it’s just my way of seeing where you are.” Standing up, I moved to the blackboard. “Here are some examples. Were you running late today? Did you sit in traffic? Did you watch a good movie last night? Remember it doesn’t need to be one of these, but if you can’t think of anything they are here. Elaborate on the details. I’m here if you need help.” I sat down at my desk and took a sip of my black coffee, which I immediately regretted. It brought me back to earlier at the coffee shop. I can’t believe I asked out a student, but how the fuck was I supposed to know she was a student? She didn’t look
like a girl in high school. She looked my age and at twenty-four, that’s a big difference.
“Hey, Mr. W?” Snapping out of my thoughts I looked up.
“What’s up?” I asked the big, stocky guy with his letterman jacket over his shoulder, in the back of the room.
“If this isn’t being graded, what if we don’t do it?” He smiled, thinking he’d pulled one over on me.
I walked to the front of my desk, smiling and crossed my arms. “Well, Mark. You will be faced with decisions your whole life. Some will be easy, some will be hard. Some you’ll do because it makes you feel good, some you’ll do to make someone else feel good. The decisions soon won’t consist of what clothes you wear or what your plans are for Friday night. You’ll need to make decisions about money, relationships, careers and figuring out what’s right or wrong. So, no Mark you weren’t going to be graded, I thought you’d all make the decision to do the paper. But since you brought it up, I’ll grade them. Thanks, buddy.” The entire class groaned and cursed Mark for ever bringing it up. I’m not going to grade them, but this showed me that I couldn’t be completely honest with them when it came to the work. They needed to think they were going for a grade.
They all got to work and I grinned, knowing I would definitely get a paper from them all. I sat down and pushed my cup full of guilt to the side. “Mr. W?” Looking up, I saw one of the girls that sat by Trish. “I just have a question.”
“Of course. I’m sorry, what’s your name again?” I asked.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder and tilted her head, giggling. Oh, Christ. “Courtney,” she said before giggling again.
I wanted to roll my eyes, but of course, I didn’t. “Sorry, Courtney. What’s your question?”
She leaned toward me, trying to get me to look down at her cleavage. I wanted to laugh, but hell you couldn’t tell me you never had a crush on a teacher before. We all have. Maybe we didn’t shove body parts in their faces, but nonetheless. Giving me big eyes and a flirty smile she said, “Well, we were wondering...” she nodded her head over at the group of girls— Trish included— before looking back to me. “…if you have a girlfriend?”
