Chapter 1

• Prologue
• Ethan's
• P.O.V
• As
• a Master's graduate from the University of Montana, I felt thoroughly insulted
• when I was recommended Imphal High School as my first choice of schools and to
• top it of, as a teacher of chemistry.
• Not
• only was I a Bio major, I had to go teach in Imphal, a matchbox sized town
• bordering Montana. Somehow, I feel like Edward Cullen hightailing out of the
• city so the sun doesn't scorch his ass, but unlike Forks from Twilight with its
• population of 3,120 people, Imphal's population ranges between a bare minimum
• of 1,300 to 1,800 people. Not to mention there wasn't even an airport or
• railway station in sight.
• The
• bus ride from Butte, Gold West Country, Montana took me almost 10 hours. Ten
• treacherous hours of admiring nature at her wildest and gloomiest overnight. So
• it was a relief when the bus finally pulled up at the station and I got a first
• glimpse of the town. Bright and sunny and totally not what I'd expected.
• Here
• people didn't seem distant. Everyone greeted everyone with a smile. Quite a few
• of them was directed my way by giggly teens who most probably studied at the
• High School I was about to teach. I smirked, shaking my head as I pushed past
• them with my backpack slung over my shoulders, as their expression turned from
• hopeful to rueful. 'Be seeing you around', I thought to myself as I made my way
• to a cab that'd take me to Imphal High.
• *
• *
• "Welcome,
• Mr. Whitmore. We've heard a lot about you from your teachers." Mr. Jeremy
• Bennett, the principal greeted me as soon as I walked through his cabin doors.
• "Good
• things I hope." I took a seat opposite to his when he motioned me to.
• "I'm
• afraid one doesn't exist without the other." He leaned back in his chair
• and looked directly at me. He seemed like one of those people you hate or love
• as much as you want but you simply can't ignore. "I also heard you were
• quite reluctant to teach here. Why is that?"
• "With
• all due respect Sir, I have nothing against teaching, but for someone who has
• spent most of their life in Montana...it's difficult to teach in such a small
• town." There was no need lying, we could work better if I get all my cards
• out on the table.
• "I
• see," he shrugged. "Fair enough. But since you are here," he
• pushed forward a blue file in my direction, "why not stay here for a year
• and then decide if you want to renew your contract or not."
• I
• opened the file and quickly filled up the form inside. He was right, since I
• was already here, there was no use playing hard to get and a year's contract is
• going to be the shortest I'll get.
• "Thank
• you, Mr. Whitmore, I'm sure you won't regret your decision." He gave me a
• folder envelope from a drawer next to him. "This has your appointment
• letter and the book list of all the books you'll need for this year but for the
• time being, you can borrow them from our library until you're settled in. Since
• you're a Masters graduate, you'll be teaching the seniors this year as a
• trainee teacher. Good luck, Mr. Whitmore and I hope to see you tomorrow."
• "Thank
• you, Mr. Bennett." I shook his outstretched hand and
• *
• *
• "This
• is your schedule, Mr. Whitmore. Good luck on your first day."
• "Thank
• you", I took the piece of paper from the Principal's Secretary and went in
• search of my classroom. They had permanent classrooms for each subject, not
• just practical's but theory as well.
• It
• was near the main hallway that I first saw her and something about her just had
• me rooted to my spot. The main reason for that may very well be her scarlet
• hair that stood out like a beacon amongst the crowd, made you notice her. Even
• the baggy clothes she had on couldn't falter my attention. And that is usually
• a major turn off for me.
• She
• seemed to be in some important conversation with a brunette guy standing next
• to her. And from his body language, it was clear as day that the guy was into
• her, while she looked like she has friendzoned him completely. That's
• interesting.
• "Hi
• there!"
• Startled,
• I looked down at a young girl of about 17 or 18, caked with makeup, clothes
• down to near zero and hair a dull platinum blonde. "Yes?"
• "You
• must be new here. Aren't you a little old to be attending school?" She
• batted her eyelashes, folding her arms in such a way that her breasts nearly
• spilled out of her top....if you could call it that.
• "You're
• right. I'm looking for the chemistry class." I told her, taking a small
• step backwards. But her cunning little smirk told me that she noticed the move.
• "Oh,
• I can take you there! I'll even give you a tour of the entire school."
• Does she seriously think I'm a student?
• "Just
• the Chemistry class will be enough, thank you." I said politely.
• I
• followed behind her, averting my eyes to the hallway as she purposely swayed
• her hips provocatively and kept glancing back at me. Thankfully, it wasn't long
• before we reached my class.
• "Thank
• you." I stepped inside the classroom without a backward glance and
• realized my mistake only after I heard the door shut and lock behind me.
• "What are you doing?" I turned to face her, crossing my arms across
• my chest.
• "Me? We are
• simply about to do what two people do in a closed room." She removed her
• bag and placed it on a nearby desk.
• "Oh
• really?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Because I'm having a strong
• urge to call the principal and showing him exactly what happens behind closed
• doors in this school."
• "Come
• now," she came up to me and wrapped her hands around my neck, the strong
• smell of her perfume giving me an instant headache. "You're not going to
• play hard to get now, are you? Why would the Princi bother about what the urges
• of two students?"
• "One
• student and a teacher." I removed her hands easily as she
• stood gaping at me. "My name is Ethan Whitmore and I'm the new chemistry
• teacher. Now, if you do not want to be suspended from school, you will get out
• of this room immediately."
• Her
• shock turned to anger as she stepped back hastily and picked up her bag.
• "How dare you!" He screeched. "You're going to regret this, Mark
• my words."
• With
• that, she flung the door open and stomped out of the class.
• Thankfully,
• the hallway was still empty, but I had a feeling that my reputation wasn't
• going to be as spotless as it was.
• So
• much for a fresh star.
• Akira's
• P.O.V
• Dear
• Diary,
• I
• can't believe I just wrote that! But since I already did, I might as well get
• this over and done with.
• I'm
• a good girl, I swear. I finish my homework way before time.
• Eat my veggies without complaint (my sister is an awesome cook, by the way). I
• don't have a boyfriend and I've never kissed or had sex with anyone....okay, so
• one kiss on the cheeks in a game of truth or dare doesn't count. I'm a straight
• A's student and all the teachers love me. No really!
• So
• then, why did I suddenly decide to write down my frustrating life story you
• ask? Because I feel like I'm about to turn into a very, very bad
• girl. The reason for that you ask? Ethan Whitmore.
• He
• joined last week as a trainee teacher for the senior classes. I'm still a
• junior, so I'm not in his class yet, but be still my breaking heart! I've only
• two more months till I'm a senior, until my eighteenth birthday and then I can
• have a whole of 45 minutes to have wet dreams about him.
• But
• according to the rumor mill, he's not as clean as he looks. Apparently, he
• started sleeping with the Bee's the instant he stepped foot into the school.
• But instead of reporting him to the police, everyone's waiting for their turn
• to come. Even some of the boys who hope that he miraculously turns out to be
• gay or at least bi.
• But
• character sketch aside, he really does make me want to be the next girl on his
• list. Thank you to whoever is upstairs, for finally sending a
• hot teacher to our school. I have a feeling that his lessons are going to be
• just mind blowing!
• Hey!
• That's a great idea! Why don't I write it down? About a sexy blonde teacher
• having sex on top of his desk? Or kitchen counter? Hmmm. Such tempting ideas.
• Wonder what I should write first. And there's also this new writing competition
• coming up for that town magazine. Maybe I can enter it there as a prank. Wish I
• could see their reaction when they read my work. They'd probably fall off their
• chair in horror.
• This
• is gonna be so much fun! Can't wait to get started.