Worlds Apart (Student/teacher relationship)

Ali: Hey guys! I LOVE student/teacher relationship stories, so I decided to write onee! I've had a lot of inspiration for that from my friend hopelessromantic1993, who has an AWESOME student/teacher relationship story called Chemical Attraction! You guys should totally check that out! I'm totally hooked on it. Anyways, I definatly want Daniel Radcliffe to be the teacher and me to be the student because I think we'd make a great pair, juuuuuust sayinn' ;)

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Prologue

Gross.

It was the only word I could think of when I saw Brandon with her. That bleach blonde Barbie doll. But really, her name is Ashley.

No one would ever know how mean I can be, because I’m very quiet and shy. Now I felt like I’d had my best friend removed from my life by a wave of blonde hair.

She was skinny and tan, while I was average weight and pale. She was pretty and wore mini skirts, while I had never owned a miniskirt in my whole life.

As soon as Ashley had even dropped the slightest hint she was into Brandon, we went after her and there was no stopping him.

Bye-bye, me.

We still rode to school in his car, only she sat in the front with him while I sat in the back.

“You don’t mind, do you, Abby?” he’d asked me.

“No, it’s fine,”

“You’re so understanding, Addie!” Ashley had said.

“It’s Abby,” I muttered quietly, which she obviously didn’t hear.

It was the first day of my senior year. I was at my locker, sorting through all of my new binders, notebooks and folders. That’s when I heard it.

“I love you, Ashley,”

What?! I looked over to see Brandon and Ashley making out in the middle of the hallway.

She pulled away for a second to say, “I love you too, baby,”

I was tearing up. How could Brandon say that to her after all we’d been through? Just a few weeks ago, we were kissing like that! Had that meant he loved me too? Well, either way, he obviously didn’t feel that way anymore.

My best friend since day one was drifting away from me, and it was killing me. It was so overwhelming, I couldn’t take it.

Slowly, I felt myself slip from consciousness. All I could hear was their lips smacking together. When I hit the floor, it made a loud noise, which made the smacking stop. Thank God.

The last thing I heard before blacking out was, “Abby, are you okay?” from Brandon.

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I dreamed of the day Brandon kissed me.

We were in his basement. I was reading a book on the couch, while he played a video game next to me. Secretly, I would always watch him play and kick butt at the game. I would even stop reading to watch.

“You haven’t turned the page in a while, Abby,” he’d told me.

“I’ve been watching you kick zombie butt,”

He paused the game.

“I know. You may not know it, but I can play this game without even looking at the screen,”

“Was that supposed to impress me?”

“I means I watch you watch me,”

“Well, now I’m creeped out,” I joked with him.

He laughed and I went back to my book.

He stole my book from me and sat in down on the coffee table. I looked at him curiously, but instead of an explanation, he tucked my hair behind my ear.

Caressing my face, he kissed me. For a very long time.

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I woke up in the nurse’s office.

I thought I was dreaming at first when I heard a lovely British accent saying, “Thank you so much, Mrs. Graham,”

“No problem, Mr. Jameson, she’s in good hands. Look! She’s awake!”

I slowly opened my eyes to see the school nurse uncomfortably close to my face. I gasped, trying my hardest not to scream. I sat up almost immediately.

I then saw a handsome, young looking, light blue eyed man laughing at me. He was also a little bit short, but he was still definitely taller than me.

“What’s so funny, sir?” I asked, my head refusing to look away.

“Oh, nothing!” he replied, sounding alarmed. “It’s just, your reaction to…”

He had trailed off, his radiant smile fading a little, and he tapped the nurse on the shoulder. She dropped the phone and got some gauze.

Grabbing my hand and taking me to the sink, she said, “How can her head still be bleeding this much?!”

My eyes widened in terror. My head was bleeding?

Before I knew it, the sink was full of cold water and my head was being dunked in it by Mrs. Graham. She used the gauze to wrap and ice pack around my head. As she ushered me back to the bed, I noticed that the handsome man was still there, watching me.

When I drifted off into a deep sleep, I dreamt of swimming in those beautiful light blue eyes of his. His smile shining down on my dark life. I didn’t think once of Brandon or Ashley.