**Story is undergoing revision to edit and fine tune details** Tall, check. Tan, check. Handsome, triple check! Dasha's history teacher this year is anything from ordinary. Mr. Hayden Blaze is quote on quote the "sexiest man to walk the Earth" according to every other awestruck freshman at the University. So what would happen if Mr. Blaze just so happened to land his eyes on Dasha? There is such a thing as history repeating itself, but where did it ever prove that a teacher and student could get away with a relationship without anyone noticing?

The not-so-safe haven of Chattanooga, Tennessee has always been normal territory for Geneva. But as an unproductive, boring year for her comes to an end, everything she believes in is shattered to the point that she can't even be sure that her first name is real. Life swings her from one side to the next, and suddenly she is swung into the same place as five other innocent human beings. Their participation in what seems to be a sick game begins once December arrives, but behind the scenes, things have been changing all along. How long will it take for them to discover who they should point fingers at? Who will find out first, and will he help the others or save himself? Before salvation, though, you must acknowledge that you need to be saved. In these youths' case, it's almost too late for epiphanies. (Sequel, Blue Pencil Dolls, is on my page.)

I thought Mommas death would have been the start of my emotional rollarcoaster, but little did I know.... It would start when I met you Dear Kindred. You brought me the love I could never give myself. You gave me love that amounted to Mommas. You gave me life

She realized that her love for her professor was probably nothing more than a childish infatuation. She wasn't in love with him. She was in love with the thoughts that came with him. Flashbacks of Disney Movies and Nicholas Sparks book made movies flashed through her brain as she wished to reach for his hand and clasp his. She longed for that love she had always witnessed as a young girl. She wanted to be a princess but the truth was she wanted to be saved. She wanted to be rescued. But not from the dragon guarding her castle or from the evil stepmother. She wanted to be saved from herself. From the demons that guarded her brain and her evil spirit haunting her every waking moment. She wanted someone to see the life in her she thought had died as soon as the movies stopped rolling. The dream to be a princess failed to come the next night. And the love for herself dropped like petals from a flower. Not a typical student- teacher love story.

"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." I say as he slowly pushes me against the wall. "Not much of a difference now a days." He says, raising an eyebrow. "You bastard. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you." I say through grit teeth. "Cause you can't deny a good fuck and lucky for you I can't either. Keep the fucking money or I'm going to take you on the wall and not care who walks in." He challenges. "Even your wife?" I ask quietly. "Even my wife. Now what do you say?" He finalizes. I inhale deeply and narrow my gaze on him. "I swear to God, I loathe you." I murmur. He smirks, "Feelings are mutual." He says grinning and I crash my lips onto mine. Coming in August 2013