My Assignment Was To Fall In Love With My Teacher?(1st Book) (Revamp)

Chapter 1

Prologue

(The Summer Before)

I tipped my head back and finished my drink, the bitter taste barely registering as the alcohol rushed through me, dulling my thoughts and loosening my balance. By the time I reached the dance floor, the music pulsing through my chest, I was already swaying.

A hand slipped around my waist, pulling me closer.

He was tall and tan, with blue eyes and sandy-brown hair that fell just messy enough to be intentional. When he smiled at me, I smiled back—bold, reckless, fearless in the way summer nights make you feel.

I moved against him, slow and teasing, letting the music guide me. He laughed softly, leaning closer, his presence warm and intoxicating. We danced like the world around us didn't exist—like this moment was all there was.

Eventually, he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.

"Want to get out of here?"

I didn't answer. I just nodded.

Upstairs, the noise faded into a distant hum. We barely spoke—didn't need to. Everything felt rushed and unreal, like a dream I knew I'd wake up from but didn't care to stop.

"I'm Daniel," he said quietly afterward, lying beside me.

"Madison," I replied, still catching my breath.

He smiled, that same effortless smile from the dance floor. "Can I get your number?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation.

He saved it into his phone, glancing at me once more before adding, "So I don't forget you."

I smiled, not knowing then that I wouldn't forget him either.

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Chapter One

Madison's Point of View

Beep. Beep.

The sound ripped me out of the best dream I'd had all summer—one where I was about to kiss Taylor Lautner on a beach somewhere far away from reality.

I groaned and rolled over, slapping the snooze button.
Seven o'clock.

So much for sleeping until noon.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," a voice teased. "Or should I say Sleeping Beast?"

I lifted a hand to my hair, groaning when my fingers tangled in knots. When I turned over, my brother Bryce was leaning against my doorway, smirking.

Bryce was everything people noticed. Nineteen. Tall. Built. Quarterback. Honor-roll student. Brown hair always perfectly messy and gray eyes just like mine. He was also painfully overprotective—which explained why my dating life was nonexistent.

"Good morning to you too," I muttered.

"Be ready by eight," he said. "I'm not being late on the first day."

"Oh, you mean you don't want to miss girls throwing themselves at you?" I raised an eyebrow.

He laughed. "Very funny. Go do your girl stuff."

I showered quickly, fixed my hair, and kept my makeup light. I chose a strapless floral dress, a blue beaded cardigan, and black flats, finishing with my favorite lip gloss and jewelry.

By 7:52, I was downstairs.

"Finally," Bryce said.

"I still have time for breakfast," I argued.

"Nope. Cereal bar. Juice. Car." He grabbed his keys. "Rebecca's waiting."

"Rebecca Sullivan?" I groaned. "Isn't she dating Mike?"

"She broke up with him," Bryce shrugged. "Said he was getting too attached."

Figures.

We pulled into the school lot, and immediately Bryce disappeared into the crowd. Rebecca hugged him and kissed him like they hadn't seen each other in years—even though we'd been here for less than two minutes.

I headed toward the courtyard.

"MADDIE!" Kaylee screamed, tackling me in a hug.

Lauren followed instantly. "My turn!"

"I can't breathe," I laughed.

They stepped back, smiling.

"You look amazing," Kaylee said.

"Seriously," Lauren added. "I'm jealous."

"Stop," I laughed. "You both look gorgeous."

Lauren snatched my schedule.

1st – Health
2nd – Science
3rd – History – Daniel Anderson
Lunch
Study Hall
Gym
Math
Choir

"Yes!" Lauren squealed. "We have everything together!"

"And I heard Mr. Anderson is new—and hot," Kaylee added.

"Really?" I joked. "Daniel Anderson does sound like a sexy name."

We burst out laughing—until someone cleared their throat behind us.

Kaylee and Lauren froze.

Slowly, I turned around.

Tall. Tan. Blue eyes. Blonde-brown hair.

My heart dropped into my stomach.

He wore fitted black jeans and a white polo that should honestly be illegal.

The same face I hadn't stopped thinking about all summer.

"So," he said, smirking, "am I sexy like my name?"