Love Has No Age Limit

Chapter 1

"Okay class, today I'm your substitute teacher," he started. I was sitting on the bleachers in gym, my least favorite class. I'm a nerdy girl, I don't do physical stuff. Mrs. Botts, our original teacher was pregnant and on leave, causing the school to give us a substitute instead of cutting the stupid class altogether.

"My name is Mr. Dallas, but you can call me Cameron in this environment. We are going to be playing a game of old fashion dodge ball. I'll be putting you into two groups of twelve, and I'll join a team only if someone is hurt and can't continue. Understand?" he finished.

Let me restart and introduce myself. My name is Keilah (Kayla) Morrison and I'm a junior at San Diego High School. I wouldn't say I'm a nerd or a geek, I just don't talk much, get the best grades in every class, and get straight A's all the time... yeah, I'm a nerd.

I'm that one girl in every movie that sits in the back, is single all her life, that shit, that usually gets rescued by Prince Charming. But I don't get the boy and ride off into the sunset. I fantasize about having a boyfriend, but after two years of couples making out in the halls and banging against the door of the janitor's closet, I realized that I'm a loner.

I fixed my blonde hair behind my green glasses and looked down, hoping I'd have decent people on my team. Most of the time I'd either get the overachieving sports players or the people who didn't even know what was going on.

"How about... you," Mr. Dallas said and pointed to the most popular jock at SD High. (I swear, how this class was going, you'd think my life was a movie.) His name was Tylor "Shred" Brockner, and when I say he was with a different girl every ten minutes, I mean it. Tylor's six foot one height and charming model looks would lure girls into his death trap faster than a crocodile could unhinge it's jaws.

"And... you." Oh god.

OH god.

OH GOD.

The tan finger was pointed at me.

I groaned inwardly as most of my classmates complained. Mr. Dallas raised his hands for silence. "Hey, let's give her a chance. You never know, she may be a badass. Let's go, I'll need your names. You are?" Mr. Dallas asked Tylor.

"Shred," he answered and popped the collar to his black and red varsity jacket. All of his friends clapped and whistled while he threw then a peace-sign.

"Brainless," I muttered under my breath. Apparently, I wasn't as quiet as I wanted, because Tylor furrowed his eyebrows and the class grew quiet. "What did you just say, Morrison?" he threateningly questioned. I felt my cheeks get red and I let my hair fall in front of my face.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Mr. Dallas with a smug look. "Go ahead. Tell him what you said. He can't hurt you, not in my class. If he tries, he'll have to choose between getting kicked off the football team or fighting me."

Tylor's sister Tiara, also Tylor's current fuckbuddy's best friend, yelled from the stands, "Fight him, Ty! He's no match for you!" I backed away and watched timidly, scared that Tylor would actually hurt me or Mr. Dallas. The teacher took off his whistle and handed it to me. "What's your name, sweetheart?" "Keilah." Mr. Dallas nodded and said over the rest of the now chanting crowd, "Nice to meet you."

Now this is where my life really turns into a movie. Mr. Dallas turned back to the burly sophomore and gestured for him to take a shot. Aside from football, Tylor was on the school wrestling team and boxed in his free time. Tylor got into his stance and Mr. Dallas just stood there. His warm brown eyes twinkled in the lights of the gym, which was decorated with black and orange for the school's upcoming Halloween dance.