Casey
I embraced the sun as it imprinted itself onto my skin and seeped into the very depths of me. With my head tilted backwards and my eyes shut, I sighed in content while the voices of my friends yapped away somewhere in the background.I could barely hear what they are discussing, and couldn't seem to find a care. Instead, I focused on the mid-afternoon sun, basking me in all its glory.
I often wondered if the sun could be compared to love. The ability to chase away chills right down to the bone. The ability to warm every nerve inside our bodies. Yet dangerous, and the ability to consume everything around it will always be ever present. Why yes, the sun does have the power to create but also destroy, doesn't it?
“Are you excited?”
I kept my eyes shut, but I knew Logan was talking to me. Definitely to me as she thumped me with her shoulder.
Logan and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. From day one, we clicked. She had it all. Beauty and brains. Her current shoulder-length cut hair that she always snipped was a gorgeous hazel brown. Her green-brown eyes often changed color in the sun or dependence off her mood.
Without turning to look at her, the corners of my mouth lifted into a smile. “I think so, I don't know. Maybe this year will differ from last year. I don't want any problems. Not in my final year.”
She sighed, almost in disappointment that I would think my final year wouldn’t have drama in. “I'm sorry, baby,” she replied, rather sadly. “With us around, there shall be no peace.”
The snickers of the other girls were heard somewhere behind her, and this time I chuckled along. Knowing Logan, she meant all business. And having friends like these girls meant that I'll always have problems. Maybe not life-threatening problems, but problems nonetheless.
“Ladies,” a playful, deep voice interrupted my brain from any further thoughts, and finally, my eyes opened.
It was Brandon Montgomery, a life-time friend of ours. Similar to many of the existing relationships in this town, we grew up together. Majority of us went to the same pre-school and primary school, and stayed friends following the years after.
Greetings are exchanged before Brandon turns to me, a smile on his face and that weird twinkle in his eyes whenever he spoke to me. I suspected he might have a crush on me and truth to told, he's beautiful. I just don't have the best track record when it comes to dating. And by track record, I meant a non-existent track record.
I had been known for not actively being involved in the dating pool around here, and a part of me prefers that. I didn't see the point in dating, to only have sex and break up a week later.
No. I wanted substance. And passion. And toe-curling kisses that shake the foundation of my very being. I want lust at first eye contact, and a love that will consume me to follow after. I want sizzling gazes that talk of all the things we'd do when we're alone, and a connection out of this world.
I refused to settle for less.
“Hey Cas.”
My gaze flickered to his friends standing not too far behind him, probably offering some kind of moral support, before I turned my eyes back to where he was still staring at me.
Mr Montgomery wasn't the worst kind of eye-candy to be ogling. A blue-eyed jock that enjoyed the different flavors that only females can offer. His success rate didn't not seem to be declining any time soon either. I liked that for him. I respected people that pull the opposite sex without a hitch, but not the type I was looking for.
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Bad Teacher (Temp Title)
RomanceHe was my teacher. My beautiful, intimidating, dangerous teacher. I shouldn't want him. He shouldn't want me. It was wrong. So, so wrong, but why did it feels so damn right? Please note: This is the first draft of this novel. Meaning it is not the f...