Innocent Temptation

[1] Hazel eyes

The first love is the one you will remember for the rest of your life, the way your stomach lift to the sky floating around the clouds hand in hand with your heart and your gloomy mind when you saw him. Suddenly your head became blank and voices became whispers only to concentrate on his voice, his eyes, his smile. The way your body feels lighter when you walk with his hand on yours, the way your cheeks lighten up when you catch him looking at you, the way your lips felt in heaven when he granted you with a kiss, how your body and his become one during intimate and passionate moments.

I will never forget the way he made me feel, how love can bring the best or the worst of someone, how love makes you say things you didn’t want to or things you couldn’t wait to say. “To love is to destroy”, this is exactly what happened to us since the day I met him.

The first day of my second year of college was the day I met him. I was on my way to my third class of the day with Ivy: creative writing, a course we both agreed on taking together mostly for fun but as a guilty pleasure for me. Writing was my escaping of the real world, the way I explained my thoughts and ideas, the way I could express my problems and find a better solution for them.

“Why did I even agree on this again, Allie?”- Ivy was my roommate and best friend, the typical party girl from college with beautiful factions that made every girl jealous and every guy to turn his head on her direction.- “Who’s the teacher?”

“Mr. Emerson, he's new”- I checked the time table before answering my impatient friend already second guessing her previous decision of letting me decide a course for both of us.

“Sounds old and boring”- Ivy complain dragging the last word for what seemed like forever. “Whatever happen to hot college teachers huh?”- She checked her make up for the thousandth time before tying her blonde hair in a pony-tail.

“How can’t you be excited of the idea of having a blank paper in front of you waiting to be filled your thoughts and words?”- My emotions were noticeable in my high pitch voice and the way I hopped ahead of Ivy.

“How did I even became friends with such a nerd?”- Ivy dramatically asked as her arm hugged the back of my neck.

I rolled my eyes at her playfully as we walked our way to the class. We entered the classroom sitting in the middle upper row of the immense typical college room and waited for the class to start. The room started to fill with students checking their phones and talking about the next party at a frat house, apparently the biggest party ever somehow like “Project X” and eventually Ivy became part of the conversation leaving me alone with my mind going through every difference between me and a ‘normal’ college student. Parties were not my thing honestly, I rather stay in bed with a good book in my lap, passing the pages as the hours go by and waiting for Ivy’s drunk butt to get in the dorm. The only parties I went to were the ones Ivy pushed me through the door explaining me how this are the best years of my life and that sitting in a room alone with books does not count as memories I will never forget.

My thoughts were interrupted when a beautiful man, early thirties or late twenties, walked through the classroom doors. Intense blue eyes and dirty sand blonde hair, I was breathless making my head dizzy by the lack of oxygen my lungs were catching. He looked at the rows of students going through every face second by second analysing our reactions. My heart stopped when I felt the blue gaze over my green hazel eyes, hurting my chest. Suddenly, according to my mind, it was just both of us as he stood behind of the desk taking books out of his binder.

Ivy’s foot tap my leg to get my attention, her pony tail was gone and her golden hair was resting on her shoulders. A greedy smile on her face that made my stomach unease as she took a look at him. “Well, well, well apparently young hot teachers are not a species in extinction”-

My eyes travelled to every single girl in the room, trying to read their face expressions. Every female gaze directed to him indicated pure lust and thirst for him, I couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

When he turned around, my eyes went to his lower back and bite my lip, my hands were sweating and my heart pounding wishing it was just both of us, alone in this room as my mind imagine different scenarios of me and him. I shook my head in disapproval, ‘He is your teacher Allie, for God sake!’ my conscience scolded my dirty head. He wrote on the board “MR. NATHAN EMERSON”

“Morning, my name is Mr. Emerson and I’ll be your Creative Writing teacher, however we will talk about classic English books and poems just so you get inspiration from any author you like. Any doubts about the course so far?”- An exquisite British accent announced, his blue eyes fixed on the paper on his hands and his voice so confident even though he was about to teach a group of college kids nearly his age.

“First task is to write in a piece of paper at least five of your favourite books, don’t extend the list to more than 10 please, I don’t need nor want to know that much about you. Then any classic book that you like and three favourite quotes of any book, your favourite quote and book can say more about you than any essay you write telling me how talented you think you are.”- Mr. Emerson sat down on his chair, hands on his chest as everyone looked at him confused.- “Well? What are you waiting for? Come on, it's a simple task-

I shifted in my seat going through every book I’ve ever read, my mind was blanked and I began to panic when I glanced to Ivy, already wrote three books on her piece of paper. Every student was concentrated on their list while my mind danced with the forgotten titles of the books that kept me up every night. I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders and scanned the room only to find Mr. Emerson’s eyes on me, my gaze felt to the paper in front of me ashamed of how desperate I felt for such easy task I was failing to accomplished as the pen in my hand felt to the ground due to my sweaty hands. As I kneeled down to pick it up, the heavy weight was still on me, my eyes gave up on my mind’s petition not to peek and found again the blue sight on me and his hand covering the smile of his mouth as he slightly shacked his head in amusement.

“You, hazel eyes”- I looked up again to my professor, feeling not only his gaze on me but every single one in the room. With eyes wide open I pointed at myself, confused- “Yes you, mind sharing with the class your lists?”- He knew I hadn’t filled his task, what was he doing?

“I..”- ‘Sorry sir, I failed at accomplished probably the easiest assignment ever for a college student because I was a nervous wrecked, that is exactly what you should say Allie’ my subcontinent said.

“Don’t over think it, just say the first thing that pops into your mind”-  Mr. Emerson postured himself resting both of his elbows on the desk, showing interest on what I had to say, being the little boost of confident I needed.

“If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. Pride and Prejudice" – My voice narrated the quote that rapidly appeared back in my mind, eyes fixed to his as he sat there analysing one of my favourite quotes ever written in literature.

“See, when you don’t over think, it’s easier for people to know the real you. One thing I learned from Miss Hazel-eyes is that she is a helpless romantic, passionate of destructive relationships like Darcy and Elizabeth’s, either involved in one or wishing for one with the foolish idea that that’s the only way of feeling loved and being in loved.”- Mr. Emerson responded to one of the most passionate love stories I read, crashing it and the idea of love overcoming any obstacles and embarrassing me. He then continued the lecture about how the books we read are a portrait of who we are because it reflects our personalities and what we look for in life, using me again as an example.

Classmates laughed at his answers, I was sure none of them read the beautiful novel written by Jane Austen but found amusing how my new professor described me to the entire class as a love maniac. This was only class one and I already was doubting it, I wanted to prove him wrong not only about this but everything he ever thought was right, no matter what subject it was about. Little did I know, the last part would be the start of this story. 

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Hi everyone thank you so much for reading my story, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter which I was really nervous to upload but yeah I will try to upload every sunday and hopefully you enjoy the story! xx