Mr. Hemmings
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He's only 2 years older than me. I got held back as a kid so of course I'm older than everyone in my grade. Every girl in the school is crazy Inlove with the new math teacher. Mr. Hemmings. He's Australian and extremely good to look at. We actually used to be best friends until I moved to America 7 years ago and he doesn't remember me anymore. When he does something automatically clicks between us. One problem. He's a tecaher. I'm a student.
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