It was just a little crush that she thought would never escalate to something more. This junior in high school, Dolores 'Lolita' Hayles finds herself head over heels for her 29 year old art teacher Mr. Styles. In this forbidden love, she doesn't kno...
I wake up to start my first day back to school. This summer vacation was lame.. mainly because I didn't get to see my art teacher Mr. Styles. But now that it's back to school time. I get to see him every week! He doesn't even acknowledge me but it's nice to just sit in his class and look at his beautiful features. His long perfect hair, vibrant green eyes, kissable pink lips and not to mention his height and body. He's so sweet too. But he's very into his job. Never flirts with anyone. I've tried a couple of times to get his attention and flirt but I stopped trying because it doesn't even work. It's just a stupid fantasy crush in my mind. I quickly get in the shower.
After I finish showering, I put my uniform on (yes I'm in a boarding school), doing my orange blondeish hair and putting some red lipstick on. I'm ready for Mr. Styles.. I mean school. I chuckle to myself. I grab my book bag and leave my room "Hi dad. Bye dad." I say passing the kitchen. Practically skipping out the door. "Lolita!" My dad calls out. Yes my nickname is Lolita. Only family and close friends call me that though. In school I am Dolores Hayes. Daughter of the town famous story writer. My dad's an author, pretty good one to be honest. "Yes dad." I say walking backwards. "Give me me a kiss before you head to school. Is your friend Cathy going with you to school?" "Yes daddy." I say smiling. I give him a kiss on the cheek. "Good." He says patting my head. "Bye dad! Love you!" I say and head out the door quickly.
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My dad and I are very close. My mother isn't in the picture anymore. She died when I was 12 years old. She got hit by a drunken driver. The time I did know her, she was a good mother. I see my friend Cathy waiting for me on her bike. I grab my bike and we both start pedaling. "Excited to see Mr. Styles?" Cathy asks me. She's the only one to know about him. She's my close friend. "Definitely." I blush heavily.
We get to school, okay good I'm early. My first period is advisory and of course my advisor is the wonderful Mr. Styles. I can say his name forever and never get tired of it. I've always wondered what was his first name though. I go into his class and take a seat. I give him a smile. He nods his head. I roll my eyes and sit down. Everyone likes me. Why doesn't he? Nobody can have me but him.
