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Romance
 Created on 4-7-08
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I wander down the halls of the school, not aiming in any particular direction, but just thinking… re-living the last few moments I just spent with Luke. At least I knew I wasn’t the only one with these feelings. But now it hurt more than ever.
Why did I have to come to this stupid school in the first place? I’ve not even been here a week and I already hate it… why did I even have to leave home? I would have been fine on my own… Why did my mum have to-
“Away with the fairies Jasmine?” comes a stern voice, breaking me away from my daydreaming. A stern voice, that results in a smile creeping across my face.
“Stalking students, Mr Wells?” I reply cheekily. I turn around to see that he is also smiling.
Mr Wells is definitely my favourite teacher of all time. He teaches English for an hour everyday to my class and adores me. He’s told me that I’m one of his favourite students. He’s like my best friend- I can trust him with anything. As you can probably tell, I haven’t just known Mr Wells for a week. He’s actually taught me English at every school I’ve attended. I can’t escape him. He’s quite a large man with short, light brown hair and beard. He’s got small twinkling blue eyes and is about 6 feet tall. He’s married with two children. He’s very caring, and has been almost like a father to me since I was 7 years old and grazed my knee in the playground. I can distinctly remember screaming and howling my head off at a tiny scratch I received after a vicious attack from a fellow classmate. So Mr Wells picked me up, took me to his classroom and stuck a plaster on my poor knee. Since then, we’ve been extremely close.
I give him a hug, thinking of the early years.
“I’m still yet to ask you,” I say pulling away from the hug, “how the hell did you end up teaching here? You are actually stalking me aren’t you?”
Mr Wells laughs a hearty laugh, “Don’t flatter yourself Jas, you’re way too skinny for me,” he pokes me in my ribs, “God girl, don’t you eat?”
I smile, “I can’t sir, you take all the food before anyone gets a look in” I reply, poking him in his stomach.
He mocks a hurt look and pouts at me. “You’re a devil child!” He mumbles. Then he suddenly goes back to his cheerful self when he realises that his ‘puppy-eye look’ won’t work on me. “So what were you daydreaming about?”
I shrug innocently, yet feel the heat rise to my cheeks.
“Oooh Jas has a crush!” Mr Wells imitates a little girly voice.
“No I don’t!” I reply childishly
“Ahh denial… forbidden love is it?” he grins at me, then notices the look in my eyes. He ushers me into his classroom, looking around before closing the door.
He turns serious, and his serious state always slightly frightened me.
“Who?” he demands bluntly.
“Like I’m telling you!” I spit at him, clearly being defensive.
He sighs at me, “You like a teacher don’t you?”
I nod solemnly
“And it hurts, because obviously you can’t be together?” I nod again whilst attempting to blink back the tears.
I stare directly into Mr Wells’ eyes and ask “Why does it hurt so much, if it’s just a crush?”
Mr Wells tilts his head to one side, keeping his eyes locked with mine. He rests a hand on my shoulder, and replies “Because it isn’t a crush, is it Jasmine?”
*********************************************************************
“OI JASMINE!” Kelly shouts as I stumble through the bedroom door and sit heavily on my bed, “You coming out tonight?”
Kelly wanders past me as I stare blankly at her, before reverting my gaze to no particular spot on the wall in front of me. Kelly is already getting ready for a night on the town, her hair twisted into a towel whilst she walks around in a sparkly top and a black thong, as she is looking for her favourite skirt.
I shrug in reply to Kelly’s question, and continue thinking…
Just then, a crashing weight comes down across my cheek and my head jerks at the force of Kelly’s hand.
“HOLY FUDGE!” I scream at her whilst I clasp both hands to my wounded cheek.
“Sorry, that was a little harsh, but STOP BLOODY DAYDREAMING ABOUT LUKE!” cries Kelly.
I glare at her, “Why Kelly? Why do you hurt me when I show you nothing but love?” She giggles and pulls me off the bed, guiding me towards the wardrobe.
An hour later, Kelly has me dressed and ready to go clubbing. She’s found her grey skirt and has teamed it with flesh tone tights and pointy, purple, suede boots with a lace-up back to them. I am wearing smart, black shorts together with a sparkly, purple cami and small black jacket with black suede court shoes. If I must say so myself, we look amazing.
All the girls from our room walk out the main doors and down the street to the centre of Northampton to a nightclub- Lava.
I walk through the doors, my arm linked with Kelly’s. The entire room is black, except for the bar, which is glowing red. Neon strips of light are all around the room. The bar is at the very back is up some stairs along with the seating area which surrounds the dance floor like a balcony. Strobe lighting is pacing the floor, illuminating various dancing figures. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. The heavy beat of the music is so loud that I can feel it pulsing through my chest and stomach. I feel Kelly tug at my arm, leading me towards the floor.
I dance.
My feet hurt, my head aches and my eyes are sore.
Yet still I dance.
I remember the things Luke said to me earlier…
You’re too young…
You’re a student and I’m your teacher- we can’t be together…
You’re a beautiful girl, you don’t want to be with me…
Luke knows nothing of how I feel. But to be fair, I know nothing about how he feels. My chest suddenly caves in and begins to ache. It hurts just thinking about him. It hurts too much for me NOT to be with him.
So I stop dancing, and stand still- opening my eyes to see Kelly in front of me. The lights confuse me as I stumble towards her. Flashes of colour light Kelly’s face. She’s with some guy, grinding hard in the centre of the floor. She’s smiling at him- he’s some skinhead. As I get closer, I can recognise a disgusting stench on him. He obviously smokes heavily. I grab Kelly’s hand as she reaches towards his face, preparing for a kiss. She looks at me in alarm.
“I’M GONNA GO!” I bellow over the pumping music, “I’LL SEE YOU LATER, OK?”
She nods and waves me away with a lazy flick of her hand before turning back to face her new friend. I’m not sure if she heard me or not, but I can’t worry about that now.
I make my way back up the stairs of Lava, and brush past the bodyguards as I step out into the cold.
The wind hits me hard and tingles my pale skin. I brush my hands up and down my arms and begin walking. It’s too cold for me to even think, so I just focus on putting one foot in front of the other. I’m walking briskly, staring down at the pavement to avoid the eyes of drunken lads stumbling out of nearby pubs and bars. I continue walking, humming random tunes that come to mind. The wind suddenly dies down, the leaves stop dancing around my feet and my skin stops tingling at the breeze. I look up, and realise I have no idea where I am.
“Great!” I grumble to myself, as I look around desperately trying to find something recognisable. But it’s 1 in the morning, and the early spring night is pitch black. There is only one streetlight along this desolate road. It’s dim glow swims around a car, parked elegantly outside a basic brick house. I pay attention to the car. It’s a silver Ford Mondeo, a car I recognise. I take a few steps towards the vehicle, and spot the number plate. A number plate I recognise.
You’re too young…
You’re a student and I’m your teacher- we can’t be together…
You’re a beautiful girl, you don’t want to be with me…
I force my legs towards his front door, and ring the doorbell three times. I hear some thudding noises come from the other side of the door. Whilst I wait for the reply, I rearrange my clothes, making myself decent. I wait a while longer, then I hear the locks being turned.
The door is opened to reveal a gorgeous figure on the other side, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. Their hair is dripping water onto the carpet of the hallway- they must have been having a shower or something. I watch their eyes wander up and down my rather bare body. I try to remain focussed and look them dead in the eyes, with only one question on my mind.
“If you saw me at a club, and you weren’t my teacher… would you be with me?”
Why did I have to come to this stupid school in the first place? I’ve not even been here a week and I already hate it… why did I even have to leave home? I would have been fine on my own… Why did my mum have to-
“Away with the fairies Jasmine?” comes a stern voice, breaking me away from my daydreaming. A stern voice, that results in a smile creeping across my face.
“Stalking students, Mr Wells?” I reply cheekily. I turn around to see that he is also smiling.
Mr Wells is definitely my favourite teacher of all time. He teaches English for an hour everyday to my class and adores me. He’s told me that I’m one of his favourite students. He’s like my best friend- I can trust him with anything. As you can probably tell, I haven’t just known Mr Wells for a week. He’s actually taught me English at every school I’ve attended. I can’t escape him. He’s quite a large man with short, light brown hair and beard. He’s got small twinkling blue eyes and is about 6 feet tall. He’s married with two children. He’s very caring, and has been almost like a father to me since I was 7 years old and grazed my knee in the playground. I can distinctly remember screaming and howling my head off at a tiny scratch I received after a vicious attack from a fellow classmate. So Mr Wells picked me up, took me to his classroom and stuck a plaster on my poor knee. Since then, we’ve been extremely close.
I give him a hug, thinking of the early years.
“I’m still yet to ask you,” I say pulling away from the hug, “how the hell did you end up teaching here? You are actually stalking me aren’t you?”
Mr Wells laughs a hearty laugh, “Don’t flatter yourself Jas, you’re way too skinny for me,” he pokes me in my ribs, “God girl, don’t you eat?”
I smile, “I can’t sir, you take all the food before anyone gets a look in” I reply, poking him in his stomach.
He mocks a hurt look and pouts at me. “You’re a devil child!” He mumbles. Then he suddenly goes back to his cheerful self when he realises that his ‘puppy-eye look’ won’t work on me. “So what were you daydreaming about?”
I shrug innocently, yet feel the heat rise to my cheeks.
“Oooh Jas has a crush!” Mr Wells imitates a little girly voice.
“No I don’t!” I reply childishly
“Ahh denial… forbidden love is it?” he grins at me, then notices the look in my eyes. He ushers me into his classroom, looking around before closing the door.
He turns serious, and his serious state always slightly frightened me.
“Who?” he demands bluntly.
“Like I’m telling you!” I spit at him, clearly being defensive.
He sighs at me, “You like a teacher don’t you?”
I nod solemnly
“And it hurts, because obviously you can’t be together?” I nod again whilst attempting to blink back the tears.
I stare directly into Mr Wells’ eyes and ask “Why does it hurt so much, if it’s just a crush?”
Mr Wells tilts his head to one side, keeping his eyes locked with mine. He rests a hand on my shoulder, and replies “Because it isn’t a crush, is it Jasmine?”
*********************************************************************
“OI JASMINE!” Kelly shouts as I stumble through the bedroom door and sit heavily on my bed, “You coming out tonight?”
Kelly wanders past me as I stare blankly at her, before reverting my gaze to no particular spot on the wall in front of me. Kelly is already getting ready for a night on the town, her hair twisted into a towel whilst she walks around in a sparkly top and a black thong, as she is looking for her favourite skirt.
I shrug in reply to Kelly’s question, and continue thinking…
Just then, a crashing weight comes down across my cheek and my head jerks at the force of Kelly’s hand.
“HOLY FUDGE!” I scream at her whilst I clasp both hands to my wounded cheek.
“Sorry, that was a little harsh, but STOP BLOODY DAYDREAMING ABOUT LUKE!” cries Kelly.
I glare at her, “Why Kelly? Why do you hurt me when I show you nothing but love?” She giggles and pulls me off the bed, guiding me towards the wardrobe.
An hour later, Kelly has me dressed and ready to go clubbing. She’s found her grey skirt and has teamed it with flesh tone tights and pointy, purple, suede boots with a lace-up back to them. I am wearing smart, black shorts together with a sparkly, purple cami and small black jacket with black suede court shoes. If I must say so myself, we look amazing.
All the girls from our room walk out the main doors and down the street to the centre of Northampton to a nightclub- Lava.
I walk through the doors, my arm linked with Kelly’s. The entire room is black, except for the bar, which is glowing red. Neon strips of light are all around the room. The bar is at the very back is up some stairs along with the seating area which surrounds the dance floor like a balcony. Strobe lighting is pacing the floor, illuminating various dancing figures. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. The heavy beat of the music is so loud that I can feel it pulsing through my chest and stomach. I feel Kelly tug at my arm, leading me towards the floor.
I dance.
My feet hurt, my head aches and my eyes are sore.
Yet still I dance.
I remember the things Luke said to me earlier…
You’re too young…
You’re a student and I’m your teacher- we can’t be together…
You’re a beautiful girl, you don’t want to be with me…
Luke knows nothing of how I feel. But to be fair, I know nothing about how he feels. My chest suddenly caves in and begins to ache. It hurts just thinking about him. It hurts too much for me NOT to be with him.
So I stop dancing, and stand still- opening my eyes to see Kelly in front of me. The lights confuse me as I stumble towards her. Flashes of colour light Kelly’s face. She’s with some guy, grinding hard in the centre of the floor. She’s smiling at him- he’s some skinhead. As I get closer, I can recognise a disgusting stench on him. He obviously smokes heavily. I grab Kelly’s hand as she reaches towards his face, preparing for a kiss. She looks at me in alarm.
“I’M GONNA GO!” I bellow over the pumping music, “I’LL SEE YOU LATER, OK?”
She nods and waves me away with a lazy flick of her hand before turning back to face her new friend. I’m not sure if she heard me or not, but I can’t worry about that now.
I make my way back up the stairs of Lava, and brush past the bodyguards as I step out into the cold.
The wind hits me hard and tingles my pale skin. I brush my hands up and down my arms and begin walking. It’s too cold for me to even think, so I just focus on putting one foot in front of the other. I’m walking briskly, staring down at the pavement to avoid the eyes of drunken lads stumbling out of nearby pubs and bars. I continue walking, humming random tunes that come to mind. The wind suddenly dies down, the leaves stop dancing around my feet and my skin stops tingling at the breeze. I look up, and realise I have no idea where I am.
“Great!” I grumble to myself, as I look around desperately trying to find something recognisable. But it’s 1 in the morning, and the early spring night is pitch black. There is only one streetlight along this desolate road. It’s dim glow swims around a car, parked elegantly outside a basic brick house. I pay attention to the car. It’s a silver Ford Mondeo, a car I recognise. I take a few steps towards the vehicle, and spot the number plate. A number plate I recognise.
You’re too young…
You’re a student and I’m your teacher- we can’t be together…
You’re a beautiful girl, you don’t want to be with me…
I force my legs towards his front door, and ring the doorbell three times. I hear some thudding noises come from the other side of the door. Whilst I wait for the reply, I rearrange my clothes, making myself decent. I wait a while longer, then I hear the locks being turned.
The door is opened to reveal a gorgeous figure on the other side, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. Their hair is dripping water onto the carpet of the hallway- they must have been having a shower or something. I watch their eyes wander up and down my rather bare body. I try to remain focussed and look them dead in the eyes, with only one question on my mind.
“If you saw me at a club, and you weren’t my teacher… would you be with me?”
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omg. I like this. kmp |
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woow. i like it. please keep me posted! |
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cool u are a great writer |
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kmpp |
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I LOVE THIS!!!! dude, say yes luke..... :P plz kmp |
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love it kmp |
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LOVE IT!!!! kmp please! |
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Damn. kmp? |
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i love it! keep me posted please! |
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so much or going home! plz keep me posted |
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