I hate her since the day she stole my mascara. Who does that anyway? All the boys in school fancy her. It's just disgusting to watch how they all drool over her. Her name is Taylor. Gosh, I even hate her name... (This story contains more drama than first intended, and it hasn't been rewritten so if you don't like draft stories than this isn't something for you at the moment :p) (This is a gay story, if you don't like it, leave quietly please.)

~TeacherXStudent/ GirlXGirl~ Sam never had an easy life, and as she battles with the memories of her dysfunctional past she also has to battle the sexual tension she has for her hot History teacher, Miss Adams. When her older brother brings home a familiar pretty face, Sam's life turns completely upside down as struggles to distance herself from a woman who always seems to be around. ***HARSH LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT.***

She scoots the leather seat closer to the hospital bed and lays her head on the soft mattress. She puts her hands together and begins to pray. It was hilarious. She has never pray before and she definitely didn’t go to church. After her mom died of cancer she just stopped believing. However, she knew if she lost this person in front of her she would not be able to live anymore. She wouldn’t have anything left. “Do you remember anything that happened tonight?” The woman in the hospital bed looks back at her confused and answers, “I’m sorry but who are you.” “This cannot be happening…This can’t be." The blonde squeezes her eyes shut. "Please tell me you remember!"