The Windsworth Academy

"Looking for this?" A deep voice grumbles and suddenly my personal bubble has been burst by Alistair Brown, I tilt my head up just to meet his eyes, we're standing so close that I can smell him; roasted coffee and well- of course, he smells like honey. Words just don't come out of my mouth, I'm choking on them.
Professor Brown clicks his tongue, "Smoking in school? Doesn't seem like a good diligent girl's behaviour to me,"
He steps closer to me, I don't understand how, since we're literally in a cramped alley, I can feel his breath hitting the top of my hair, making goosebumps appear on my skin. His hands hesitate before taking the cigarette from me, his fingers brushing mine slowly. He lifts the cigarette to his mouth and lights it, he passes my lighter back to me as he inhales in the smoke, making eye contact with me the entire time.
Mr Brown slips it out of his mouth and brings it to mine, "Suck" he gruffles out, his voice even and domineering. Before I can protest or even question what's happening, he grabs my jaw and unhinges it, putting the cigarette into my mouth.
"I said suck, Ivy"
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Ivy Gold and Alistair brown, a forbidden pairing. But her soul spoke to his, she was devoted.
A student shouldn't feel the way Ivy does about her professor, because it has far bypassed a simple school girl crush