We both knew it was wrong.
But nothing has ever felt this right.
He’s a teacher.
I’m his student.
But that doesn’t stop us.
Luci Cunningham is about to begin her senior year, but her entire world is turned upside down when she walks into chemistry on the first day of school. She didn’t expect her teacher to be so… hot.
Warning: This book contains explicit language, sex scenes, and is intended for ages 18 and up.Books in Series:Beautiful Series by Paige LaurensBooks by Author:Paige Laurens Books
NOSTALGIA PART I
It"s been almost three years since I pulled my car into the familiar parking lot. I"ve imagined coming back so many times. I must have played out no less than five hundred scenarios on how this day would occur in my head.
None of them were like this.
I always pictured it happening on my terms, and not because Gracie forgot a term paper.
I"m not ready or prepared.
I turn off the engine, even though it"s January and I have no plans on getting out of the car anytime soon. I watch as my hot breath fills the freezing air, staring at the expansive brick high school in the background.
They changed the MTHS letters.
I liked the old ones better.
I bang my head against the steering wheel to stop the memories from flooding in. No one forgets their senior year, but shit, I"ve tried so hard to.
Maybe he won"t be here today. Possibly luck will be on my side.
I close my eyes and envision the task at hand. All I have to do is sign in, make it down a hallway to the main office, and tell them I have a paper for Gracie Cunningham, then walk back down the one hallway, sign out, and be on my way. It"s a large school, what are my odds"
I"m planning on not seeing him.
I most likely won"t see him.
At least, that"s what I told myself this morning when I received Gracie"s text and rolled out of bed at 11 (gotta love the life of a college student). I threw on a pair of sweatpants, a bra, my t-shirt that says "so fancy", and boots. Although, maybe it was a bad sign when I opened my bedroom door and the house alarm started blaring.
Dad forgot I was home on winter break. He does this every time.
I immediately tied my newly blond highlighted hair into a messy ponytail and ran to the front door to shut it off, just like I"ve had to do all week. That damn high pitch shrill nearly giving me a heart attack.
My hands start to shake as I lift my head and stare at my pale face in the rearview mirror. I didn"t bother with makeup today, and a memory pushes its way forward in my mind – he calls me beautiful. I attempt to will the flashback away, grabbing onto my sweatpants, but another one forces its way in. I"m in sweatpants, and we"re kissing, touching each other for the very first time.
No, this can"t happen! They"ve gone away!
I open the car door in a hurry and jump out, heaving. The cool air rushes up my nose and into my mouth, causing my eyes to sting, but the pain feels good.
It"s all I"ve known these past few years.
Get it together!
My phone dings and I look back into the car, watching as it lights up in the center console. It"s Gracie. She wonders why she hasn"t been called to the office yet.
Oh, the mindset of a high school senior, when the most horrible thing in life is not turning in a paper on time. I wonder if she realizes what an amazing sister coming here makes me"
She most likely does.
She"s the only one who knows what happened.
Walking towards the large front doors of the high school does weird things to me. There are far too many past moments floating around now, confusing me.
It"s hard to hate someone you love, and damn it if the stinging in my eyes doesn"t go away! I"ve gotten myself under control as time has passed, but it"s the familiar surroundings all around me now that are screwing with me.
The coldness of the metal door handle shocks me back to life, and I fumble through my purse for my license as I approach the makeshift sign in table. I end up not needing it though. The lady remembers me from my time here. Great.
I sign my name as she asks how I"ve been and where I"m going to school. I want to tell her not the same, and it doesn"t matter, but I"m much more pleasant than that. She hands me a white name sticker that I place on my shirt, and I immediately start down the hallway, past the library, and force myself not to look down any of the other corridors. If I continue to stare straight ahead I can"t see what (or who, really) may be down them.
It"s safer that way.
The smell is exactly the same, as is the eerie quietness of the school while classes are in session.
I used to love it all.
Thankfully, I make it to the main office unscathed, and hand over Gracie"s paper. I"m starting to relax now that my task is halfway over.
I can do this.
The lady behind the desk is making small talk, and I give her quick answers, not wanting to waste any time – easy in and easy out.