Fight For Me :::[STUDENT/TEACHER]::: ON HOLD

Fight For Me :::[STUDENT/TEACHER]::: ON HOLD

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Eighteen year old Aliesa Grace is starting her Senior year at high school. Fresh out of college, twenty-two year old Samuel Denn is beginning his first year as a Art teacher. These two happen to have been best of friends, almost like brother and sister, growing up until four years ago when Sam left for college. Four years is a long time, they have both changed and when they see each other will it be like old times or is there something new humming in between them? Both are in for a ride when Aliesa is put in one of Sam's classes, raising the awareness of each other to one another because they both happen to love Art. And, everyone knows that Art is a messy subject.
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"Your sarcasm is cute, but you don't have to use it so often." He was smiling. "This is a pretty open place to meet your student." "Which is true." Nodding his head but not dropping my hand or creating a space between us. "Okay. Sooo still haven't told me the purpose of me being here." I laughed lightly. My palm was beginning to become sweaty and my heart was beating so fast. Extremely fast. "I wanted to see you." He bit out truthfully. "Well you see me." My voice was barely above a whisper but some how he heard me and stepped closer. "Which is also true."Oh God, he was leaning down. Was he going to kiss me? Who am I kidding, he was going to kiss me. He was moving so damn slow. Slower than Carter and this was becoming blissful torture. Halfway there....... It's Stacie's junior year,with her blonde and pink hair she's never been average. With one friend she has plenty free time. Free time to fall for a new guy and the new hot teacher, her new hot Art teacher. In the end she will have to choose....

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