Hot For Teacher(73)
Holy shit.
Connor looked identical to the principal. Every feature on his face, his hair and the way he walked …
Identical.
Connor's dad?
I stopped and waited for them to pass me, but they stopped in front of me instead. Connor’s eyes were filled with pain and remorse. "I'm sorry, V."
The principal looked at me with hard set eyes, working his jaw the same way Connor always did when he was angry. And then everything came crashing down as the words I never wanted to hear fell from his lips, “Miss Wakefield, I’ll be in contact with you.”
Connor closed his eyes in agony and shook his head as he stepped around me. I turned to watch them walk away.
We don’t have to go through this. We can run away now, Connor. Please, I silently begged.
Connor turned around and the look in his eyes told me this was goodbye.
I was broken.
Author’s note
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Phalla
Phalla S. Rios lives in California with her husband, a daughter and two goofy pit bulls. She loves to read and write while drinking her favorite tea, Joy, from Starbucks. During her spare time, she is usually at the movies or looking for the next best place to eat. She often refers to herself as a foodie. Her novels are Not at First and the sequel, Always at First. She is currently writing the last book to her series, Forever at First.
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The Teacher’s Pet
By Niquel
NIQUEL Copyright © 2014 Niquel
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This book may not be reproduced in any form, in whole or in part, without written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are used in a fictitious matter or are products of the author’s imagination.
Prologue
I’m Zeke, and my life has been a living hell—sort of. I’m seventeen years old and heading in to my senior year of high school tomorrow. Contrary to what you might be thinking, I don’t have many enemies or bullies so to speak. The only real life problem that I’ve always had—shares the same face as me.
Zach, my twin brother, always needed to be in the spotlight and was a royal pain in my butt because of it. He was the more outgoing one of the two of us. Actually, he was a lot like our dad; strong, street smart, athletic, and—cocky. While I took after mom; book smart, a great memory, and I preferred to keep a low profile, out of the spotlight.
I really needed this school year to go by as quickly as possible. Then I could get away from his mayhem and start anew at University—a prestigious college, that he wouldn’t be able to attend.
***
I’m Zach, and I’m sure you’ve already met my brother, Zeke. And if he’s already bored you to tears—sorry.
Chapter 1
Day 1
Zeke
Homeroom: 8:00am-8:25am
Biology: 8:25am-9:55am
Algebra II: 9:55am-11:25am
Lunch: 11:25am-12:05pm
U.S History: 12:05pm-1:35pm
Creative Writing/College Prep: 1:35pm-2:55pm
I printed my syllabus offline this morning and it was pretty straight forward. I had no idea who I’d have class with and as long as Zach wasn’t in any of my classes, this day would hopefully go by smoothly.
“Zeke honey, do you need me to make you anything for breakfast?”
“No mom, I already ate.”
Mom still treated us like helpless babies, thanks to my brother. She was still washing his laundry and taking care of his every need. I was too independent and a little embarrassed for my mother to wash my unmentionables.
“Hey bro, think you’ll actually get a girlfriend this year? I’m sure the debate club has some horny virgins you can take advantage of,” he said, standing in my doorway.
“Screw you, Zach.”
“Oh—I get it, you’re saving yourself for Rachel aren’t you? Guess it’s time to finally nut up, right?”
I climbed off the bed and slammed the door shut in his smug face. It was too early in the morning to deal with this. Thankfully, we just moved into our bigger house over the summer and mom let us chose our own rooms. There was no way I would last more than five minutes sharing the same space as him.
***
“Hey Zeke, what class do you have first period?” said Rachel.
Rachel looked a lot different this year. Her blonde hair wasn’t in a ponytail and her thick frames and braces were gone. She also ditched the all plaid wardrobe. Now her hair was falling into waves on her shoulders, her glasses were replaced with contacts and her teeth were extremely white and perfectly straight. I almost didn’t recognize her.