Alex (GirlXGirl)

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Okay, first off, this is just a repost.

This story is made by KillerRomance of Literotica.com.

[Riley: I'm sorry for using your picture as my cover. PM me if you want me to remove it.]

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So… this is my first shot at any kind of competitive writing. Let's hope it goes down well 'cuz only I know how long I slaved in front of the computer, trying to make the deadline. 

Thanks to those who persuaded me to post this; I would be nothing without your support and encouragement. 

Also, this one's for my editor, who's currently plotting pre-meditated murder. I'll always love you, even when you hold a knife to my throat.

Don't forget to COMMENT, VOTE, and enjoy this!

~ L.

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"Paging Miss Summers. Miss Summers, please proceed to the General Office."

The bleep of the PA system sent a spark of excitement – or was it relief? – through me. It was the third day of the open house for Junior Colleges, and this was the first time that I'd been beeped to meet with a student or parent. It was a depressing fact, that – especially when the other teachers seated around you couldn't get back to their seats for ten minutes before they were paged to be met with again. Thus, you could tell why I'd be excited to be paged to meet with someone who was actually interested enough in the English Language to want to meet with me. 

Patting my straight, strawberry-blonde hair in place as I passed a mirror, I quickly descended the stairs from the Staff Room that led to the office. The five-inch heels on my feet clicked loudly as I flung the glass doors open with a flair that was probably too much for a drab day in school.

"Peggy," I said, slightly breathlessly to the receptionist. "You paged?"

"Yes. Someone wanted to speak to you," Peggy returned in her sharp, Chinese accent. I followed her nod to someone who was standing in front of the notice boards, her hands shoved deep in her pockets. A student, I thought, dressed in faded, holey jeans and a black shirt. Her hair was short, straight and curled slightly around her neck. Skin the color of milk coffee told me that she was probably Indian or Malay. 

I cleared my throat and she turned, her hands still in her pockets. The first thing I noticed about her was her eyebrow ring, something I hadn't seen on anyone in a long time. And even if I had, I was sure that it wouldn't look as good on others as it did on her. The gold of it made her dark skin look absolutely stunning, which gave me a good first impression of her. I was always impressed by someone who knew how to make themselves look good. It spoke of their confidence and self-understanding, I suppose. 

I extended my hand. "I'm Candy Summers, English Lit and Creative Writing lecturer."

Her hand was warm in mine when she grasped it. The handshake was strong and confident, not like most people's, who shook my hand as though they were afraid that they would break the petite little blonde, expat teacher. One point for Miss Eyebrow-piercing.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you. I'm Alex."

And with her first words, she earned another point from me; she also made me realize that she was different from the average student. Believe me when I say that not many students in Singapore use 'Hey' as part of their daily vocabulary. In fact, I'd almost forgotten that there was such a word after two years of living abroad. Here, most people stuck to 'Hello', 'Hi' or simply, 'Wassup, 'cher.' Yeah, 'Hey' was a rarity indeed. I was starting to like this girl.