Ugh.. school..I think to myself as I tuck my hair gently behind my ear. It falls loosely past my shoulder glimmering with a dull shine in the pale sun of spring. i check the time to see when first period is, to my dismay it's its in 3 minutes. God I hate this school. I mysteriously whisper under my breath, my eyes dancing around the plain corridor hoping,no,praying that someone saw. I trudge towards my lesson..wait..what lesson do I have? UGH!I gasp as I realise I've left my timetable at home. No.no.no! I can't believe it.. now I have to actually talk to someone..I stay crouched, facing the beige wall to afraid to move. I feel my fingers curl tightly into a fist while I shut my eyes.a warm, salty tear trickles down my face,I lick it up. Delicious. I tightly purse my mouth, stopping my sharp breaths as i hear the thudding of leather shoes on the dirty ground, the breeze flowing through luscious curls of hair and the rustling of velvet trousers...
*ringgg*
Guuyyssss
Oh no...
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learning about you ( a bburns love story)
Romancea student unwillingly falls in love with her Italian teacher.. he teaches her Italian, she teaches him English and along this heart pumping, captivating, spicey story they will take ypu on a journey of passion and love about learning about each othe...
