Intro:

Have you ever loved someone even though you knew it was completely wrong? Have you ever wanted to stay asleep just a little longer so you could keep dreaming about someone? Or have you ever got out of bed for school in the morning just for that one person that makes your heart skip a beat? I'm sure one in ten of you reading this have, but definitely not in the same way as me. You see the guy I love, the guy I dream about every single night, the guy that I get up in the morning for is my 11th grade science teacher, Mr. Swift.

Chapter one:

I swear to god I'm not a freak, well for the most part anyways. If you ever met Matthew Swift you would melt too I tell you, MELT. He has that affect on half of the girls at my school and even some of the female staff. Science was never a favorite subject of mine, in fact I despised it with every fiber in my being. That all changed as soon as I found out who would be teaching the class. But you know it's not only his looks that make you want to rip out your heart just to make sure you really didn't give it to him, but his personality would make even a nun question a life of celibacy. Like I said before though, his looks really aren't bad. He has this medium length choppy black hair that you always find yourself wanting to run your hands through. His eyes are a light brown wonder. It may seem like I have it bad for my fucking teacher but that's only because I have it bad for my fucking TEACHER! It's a little sad actually, right now I'm sitting here fussing with my long blond hair just thinking about which style he would like best. And I always try and wear something that would directly attach his eyes to me seeing as how I was completely serious about all the other girls in my school that want him. The one thing that gives me hope is that Mr. Swift is still single at 25 years old. No ring, no commitment, just screwing around…literally. When I on the other hand am 16 and still a virgin. But other than that we're completely perfect for each other and I'm determined to make him see that by the end of the school year. I mean age is just a number right?