Love. Love. Love.

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"My name is Mr. Wolfearl and I will be substituting your Law 2 class."

His voice was deep.

All I could think of was him. When you realize you want him by your side the rest of your life, your only thing you wish for the rest of your life to start. 

"Miss..."

He called on me

"Alice"

My voice came out with a shriek and I blushed a little. I could feel the butterflies in my belly rushing to come out, the temperature of my body rising.

"Would you mind opening you book to page 78 please?"

I urged to open the text book. I hid my head behind the book. I peaked over it to see him. He caught eyes with me and smiled, and I blushed. He couldn't be more than 26 and he was already a collage teacher. After that I managed not to stare anymore and to concentrate. 

"Ring" The bell rang 

My class was over, although I would have rather stay their forever staring into his ocean blue eyes. It was as if I was trapped, my eyes locked on his body. I finally left class and headed towards the gym. I was half way through my training when I caught him staring at me from the door. I waved and he blushed. 

"What the fuck, why is he blushing?"

I walked towards him and he just seemed to become more paralyzed with every one of my steps. He froze when I was face to face with him.

"Hey, Mr. Wolfearl, what up?"

"Not much,just rushing through the gym and I saw you and I thought I would stop and... say hello?"

He was staring at my boobs!

"The last time I checked my boobs where not my eyes"

Why would a collage teacher be staring at his students boobs?

"So, what are you doing... tomorrow?"

Was he asking me out?!

"Nothing I was just going to sta..."

"How about we go to dinner, like a date... I mean as friends?"

Ok...My brand new collage teacher was actually asking me out. 

Shit.

"Ok so were do we see each other?"

I was blushing a little. I mean how wouldn't I? He was HOT.

"Central Av. Park 9:30 sharp"

I heard the whistle and ran back to class.

He stayed there a while and then left.



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