To All the Girls I've Loved Before

Chapter One

-CHAPTER ONE-
To the Woman in the Sea of Flowers

Her light brunette hair cascades down her back in waves, flowing freely as she smiles at me in the most innocent of ways. I nearly melt at the sight of her and my legs to turn to jello.

She seems to be walking towards me in the field of lilies and my heart skips a beat. Running a hand through her perfect hair, her piercing blue eyes gaze directly into my honey brown ones as her steps bring her progressively closer.

Suddenly a slam on my desk jolts me out of my reverie, and I notice what feels like the entirety of my History classmates' eyes on me.

The class is silent, awaiting what will happen to me for daring to not pay attention during Ms. Thompson's class.

Everyone knows that Ms. Thompson is as strict as they come, and nobody has ever even attempted to defy her since the incident that occurred on the second day of school.

A shiver flows up my spine as I look up to see Ms. Thompson glaring down at me, and I can't help but gulp. Those same piercing blue eyes now aflame. The textbook that she used to catch my attention, noticeable in my peripheral vision, on the corner of my desk.

I smile weakly at her, hoping to gain an ounce of sympathy or any chance to be let off the hook, but even I know that there's little to no way that's going to happen.

"Ms. Pak, you have detention after class." Her gaze seems to soften for a moment as she takes in my alarmed and apologetic state.

Really, that's it?

Seeming to notice my position shift and my body become more relaxed as relief overflows me, her gaze hardens once again.

"For the entirety of this week" and with that she turns around and struts back to her desk, her body radiating pride in what she had just done to me.

This has been one heck of a last period. What an overreaction.

Even still, though I feel a deep sense of regret for letting my daydream to take over.

My eyes can't help but follow her lower body as she heads back to the front of the room. Despite Ms. Thompson being an extremely strict teacher, another key factor as to why her students are so obedient is because she's so beautiful. Add her intelligence and youth to that equation and you've got plenty of students practically bowing down to her as if she's the Queen of England.

Being 21, she's only four years older than myself and I can't help but feel attracted to her.

She, my Senior year History teacher, is also one of the subjects of one of my letters.

Just then, as if reading my thoughts, she meets my eyes and I'm sure I'm just delusional, but I think I notice a small smile play on her lips.

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I remain seated after the bell rings as everyone else leaves.

Expecting to see at least one other student to show up through the classroom door, Ms. Thompson gets up and shuts it, disproving my thought. I then notice her lock it and I can't hide my curiosity as she turns and meets my eyes. She averts her gaze as if she hadn't done anything unusual, before taking the seat in front of mine.