Worlds Apart (Student/teacher relationship)

Worlds Apart~ Chapter 1

Ali: Sooo, this is chapter one!! Abby gets mean in this chapter, but only for a minute. Aaaaaand she has a little encounter with Mr. Jameson.... ;) ANYHOOO, this chapter is deticated to my friend (who I actually know in real life and go to school with and yah know is like a sister to me) ally86ozzy. She has a great book going called "If Love Tread Water". She's a great writer and she needs some inspriation to keep her book going, so check it outttt! :D

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Chapter 1

I was escorted to the doctor’s office halfway through the school day by my worried mother.

“How did it happen? When did it happen? Why aren’t you talking? Are you under a lot of stress?” she kept asking variations of these questions the whole way there. I loved my mother because she was the only thing I’d ever had. I don’t even know who my father is, and truthfully, I don’t think my mother knows either.

The doctor took care of my head and told me it was nothing serious. Good. I didn’t want any attention drawn to me whatsoever. I never have. Now that Brandon was with Ashley, all of that might change, seeming as everyone thought me and him were secretly together. It was partially true, I guess, considering we’d kissed like that. Of course, he was done with me about two weeks later.

I decided I’d call him and see if he wanted to hang out over at my place. Without Ashley. I made a mental note to emphasize that detail when I mention this to him.

The phone rang three times before he picked up.

“Hey, Abby. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. The doctors said it was nothing serious,”

“Good, I was worried about you,”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight, just me and you. No Ashley. Can you come over?”

There was a pause.

“Sure, I guess. But, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,”

“Do you like Ashley?”

No, I hate her freaking guts.

“I guess she’s okay,”

“Look, I know things seemed kind of serious between us, but you and I both know it’ll never work out! I mean, come on, we’ve both changed a lot over the years-”

“I haven’t” I said cutting him off. “But you sure have,”

He didn’t say anything, but I heard him sigh. I pictured him running his hand through his long, messy hair in frustration like he always does.

“Be at my house in an hour. I should be home by then,” I said, lightening my tone.

“Okay, see you then,”

I hung up. Stupid Brandon.

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After Brandon left, I felt accomplished in my goal to keep our friendship going. We’d ordered pizza and watched That 70’s Show the whole time, but it was nice. I loved that show, and so did he. Every time it came on I’d think of him. He reminded me of Kelso. He had his energy, and he was just as hot as Ashton Kutcher.

I drifted into a dreamless sleep, feeling so absorbed in my emotions, I needed an escape. Sleep was so comforting for me at times like these, when I wasn’t sure I hated or loved Brandon. One minute, it’d be hate, the next, love. I wished to be with someone who I could always know the answer would be love. I thought I had that with Brandon.

Our relationship had become tricky, because, like I said, he’d changed so much. I’m not going to say I hadn’t changed a bit, but I had changed in small ways. He’d always been hard to keep up with. He’d dated girls before, but nice ones. I almost never hated a girl he was with, mostly because I knew he’d drop them like a bad habit after a couple of weeks or so.

This time felt different, like there was something almost drawing them closer together with time. I began to wonder what he’d gotten himself into, but stopped myself, realizing I was getting worked up thinking about it. But, what could it be?

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At school, I avoided talking to people. I didn’t want their sympathy one bit. That wasn’t really who I am, as in I’m not the girl who wants to be center of attention. But it seems like I’m around people that push me there, like Brandon.

“Addie! There you are!”

Great. Ashley found me.

“Hi, Ashley,”

“Hi! How are you feeling?”

“Great,”

“Well, Brandon has been worried sick about you. You two are pretty close, huh?”

“Since day one,”

“Well, don’t let me catch you doing anything you might regret with him,” her voice was stern, which made my eyes widen.

“I’m only kidding!” she said, her overly white smile returning to her face.

I could see in her eyes that she was only half kidding.

“You can totally trust that nothing has ever happened between us…” I trailed off as I got a brilliant thought in my head. “…at least not while you two were dating,”

Her smile faded quickly. “What?”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you? We kissed in his basement one day. No biggie,” I said batting my lashes and smiling.

“No, he didn’t tell me. I have to go,” she whipped around, almost hitting me in the face with her hair. I watched her walk away with the biggest smirk on my face.

I’d never done anything that mean to anyone before. What was I thinking. My smirk went away quickly as I rushed after her to apologize and explain everything. I could hear her heels click-clacking in the stairwell. This was terrible! Not only did Ashley probably hate me now, but this might affect my and Brandon’s relationship also.

Running almost as fast as I could, I darted down the crowded hallway when I saw Ashley run into the library. Almost immediately turning right, I ran into someone, their coffee spilling all over me and mostly likely them.

It was the new history teacher, Mr. Jameson.

He was hot. I found myself staring at him as he picked up his things. He turned to me.

“Are you alright, Miss White?”

Looking into his bright blue eyes was like getting a punch in the stomach. Once it hit you, it took your breath away.

“I’m fine. And I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have been running. I just needed to catch up to someone, and I’ve just got a lot on my mind lately-” he cut me off by putting his hand over my mouth.

He left in there for a few seconds before saying anything. Not only did this calm me down, but it also gave me a chance to study his facial features.

He had somewhat bushy eyebrows, but it didn’t make him any less attractive. His lips were kind of small, but in a delicate kind of way, the kind of lips you’d want to kiss romantically. I found myself staring at those, longing to kiss them. All I wanted at that moment was him.

“Why don’t you come by my room later, Abby? You sound like you need to talk to someone. I’m here to talk any time,” his voice lingered in my ears as I nodded and told him I’d be there after school.

What was I thinking, crushing on my teacher? That’s insane! Teachers aren’t exactly supposed to be attractive, anyway. Then he comes along and practically makes me lose my balance every time I see him! This wasn’t right, and I needed to forget about him.

But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t.