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    Change – Chapter Two

     

    “Are you okay?” the blonde asked concerned. She felt the brunette’s cheek, who was extremely hot. She averted her gaze, looking away. It was almost as if she was shy all of a sudden.

     

    “I’m really sorry,” she whispered again.

     

    Before Tina could say anything, Bette ran away. Tina shook her head in confusion. Why did she get this upset over something like that? She remembered Helena telling her about the low self esteem she seemed to have. She once again wondered where that came from… the girl was obviously very intelligent, a good runner and extremely beautiful… so damn hot. Tina felt her cheek and neck go red as she realised her own thoughts.

     

    The rest of the day, she couldn’t think of anything else but how Bette Porter must look like naked. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be thinking like this, not about a student. Tina Kennard was a very open person, never judging anyone. She was friendly and always looked cheerful – not that she always was. But she knew the boundaries, she knew where the line was and that crossing that line would cause her to lose her job. Her job was everything to her, she loved being a teacher. She knew that most kids didn’t like History or English Lit, but she tried to make it understandable and if possible, a bit fun. What had urged her to teach History and English Lit was first of all her own passion for both subjects, but secondly her own teachers in her last year. She never really enjoyed the classes, always feeling like she could have done that at home. She wanted to prove that the subjects weren’t deadly boring, she wanted to do better herself. By the response of her students and the appreciation she got from them, she knew that she was doing this succesfully.

     

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    When my homework was done, I sat down in front of my computer, my fingers resting on the keys. I tried to figure out what to do to put this day out of my head. I still cringed in embarrassment thinking back on bumping into the most important person in my life. She probably thought I was a clumpsy moron… I still felt her hand on my shoulder. How it rested there. The concern in her eyes, in her voice. Her hand on my cheek. How I had wanted to rub my face against that very hand… God, how I had wanted to kiss her. I was so close to her, I only needed to take one step forward, lock our lips in an endless kiss…

    Comments

    1. Oh my god Genns, its like 11 o’clock and i need to get up tomorrow morning, i so did not need to have a cold showere before i go to bed.. but now i do.. grr. great chapter.. uhm.. more! Again, your not getting away with not finishing this one!

    2. ditto noresistance i should be throwing some zzzzzz’s out but i logged on and there’s no way i couldn’t read this! Brilliant start to the story, i’m hooked already…going to bed now…with a smile! pps

    3. Wow, I really love this story. I know it’s really different, but that’s what’s so enticing. Bette being the shy one … hmm … lol. I love it! Can’t wait for more, and thanks for posting!

    4. I love your way with words G, I mean you are brilliant, you know exactly what to write, and I always like to write comments telling the amazing writers like yourself how they made me feel that’s why I tend to write long comments and I am glad that you like them, and “I would have kicked a puppy to be one of them for just one day” was so cute, I couldn’t shake the image out of my head. I love the real life like when you write your stories, it’s so attractive, it really makes me live with you inside that story, for me when I read for you I step inside that world and live those events and emotions with the characters, it’s a feeling of connection that I adore, not to mention it’s a beautiful period in one’s life, everything is happening to you and you find out who you are or what you are not. And I want to tell Tina something, I think it means that you have to work on bringing the two of you together, and sneaking is the best way it can happen at the time being, I find it so exciting when it’s hidden from everyone. G you are a great writer and I am so addicted to your stories, I haven’t read all of them but I am on my way there, you know there are so much to read, sometimes it’s hard to catch up with work and life interfering. Thanks a bunch my friend, I honestly can’t wait till I see you post again.Take CareLove

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