It struck me like a lightning the moment he walked into the room.
Every ounce of oxygen in my lungs had been absorbed by his presence.
He has jet black hair that was slicked to one side, nice and fixed in place shinning under the white florescent light.
He wore black dress pants with his shirt neatly tugged in and a black belt wrap around his tiny waist.
His structure was slim but yet fit.
His lips were full and looks like they were begging to be kissed.
He walks with confidence into the room not caring that the eyes of young teenage girls prowling after him.
He was our math teacher.
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ChickLitThere are times in our life that we did things we're not really proud of. And it is normal for us to make mistakes. That's just who we are. We're human, but what matters is you learned from your mistakes. - DISCLAIMER: This work is owned by the au...
