He walks ahead while I follow him silently, secretly watching his back and admiring his muscular physique. He has an amazing body. I wish I could look at the skin hidden under that shirt as well. We leave the house and text my dad about it so he won't be distressed about it and call me in the middle of the class. Mr. Taylor walks to his car and I follow him. He opens the door for me so I can get inside. He follows his side and then together we ride to the college. He stays silent. He does not speak. I, too, respect his wishes and do not speak much. Well, I do not even feel like uttering anything in front of him because of this morning. It is not like I am regretting it now. But it is so awkward that we did something like that though we are not even sharing a serious relationship. Oh my god! He does not even know about my feelings for him, does he? Our destination arrives and I wish him a great day before going out. I see him parting his lips like he wants to say something but the

JULIEMy father came to take me home from college. He talked to me, asked about my day, and also asked if I had any problem yesterday without him. I knew that he would definitely ask me such questions, but today I was not in the mood to answer him. My mood is ruined only because of Ms. Hudgens. I mean, she did not do anything bad to me but she dared to touch Mr. Taylor. I can't forget that moment, the place where she was touched by Mr. Taylor. Ugh! That is why I did not talk to dad on the way. He came to know that my mood is spoiled, so he did not think it necessary to talk to me further because he knows that if he talks to me, my mood will get worse. I came home and went straight to the room to wash my face and take a shower. Mr. Taylor still had some time to come so I thought of taking a small nap. Maybe sleeping will improve my mood, I thought, but it did not happen at all. I woke up with a sour mood. And I can't understand why I am so jealous. He is not even my boyfriend. I

JULIEI woke up late! Sitting all night, I solved all the questions with the help of coffee but I fell asleep at six in the morning and I woke up after two hours when I had to get ready and leave for college but I was half an hour late. I tried to get ready in just one hour and for this, I even gave up my morning face routine. Just because if I do not reach on time, I will get another punishment. And with this, my hard work will also go to waste. I do not want that! I have sacrificed my sleep for this stupid homework! "Take care, princess." My dad kisses me on the cheek but my eyes are still burning, so I do not think I can take care of myself for the rest of the day. I still want to sleep. Two hours of sleep is not enough. "Okay, dad. Thank you. You too," I whisper and walk out of the car. I do not wait for my dad to leave and just rush to the classroom. I know I have to run. My classroom is on the first floor. I have to go upstairs — use the damn staircase. Never before have I

NICHOLASWhen I move to the parking lot, I find Julie on the way. He is standing on the ground, holding the straps of her knapsack. She looks lost. Probably thinking about something. I go to her and stand behind her. She is still there, not looking startled though my footsteps were clearly loud enough to be heard by her. "Here alone?" I ask. My voice seems to pull her out of her thoughts. She turns slowly and nods at me. I tilt my head and notice that her eyes are half opened. Is she getting sleepy already? While standing here? I admit that the sunlight is sweet these days. Autumn is about to end. Nobody can be troubled by the sun nowadays but that does not mean Julie can get sleepy while standing here under the sun. "Dad isn't coming," she says. Even her voice is small. "What about your friends?" I ask, referring to the girl who is always dressed in something red and white and sits next to Julie with Jeremy. "Blue is stuck with Mrs. Fahn and Jeremy has football practice." I kn

Please reward the story with your gems. And follow the book for daily updates. JULIEThe corridor is silent as I stand there, looking around for a second to check if someone is there. Well, I do not find anybody and this makes things easier for me. I wait for Mr. Taylor and once he comes out, I put a smile on my lips. He looks startled to find me here but then, I notice his lips spreading in a small smile. A smile that is way too genuine and beautiful. He looks handsome like that and I think I am falling for him — his smile once again. "Hi," I say, my smile widening carelessly. I may look like a teenage girl right now who has a crush on a man who is older than her and obviously forbidden. "Hi. What are you doing here, Ms. Dawson?" He asks, standing straight and looking down at me. "My dad's friend invited us for dinner here." "Oh, I see.""What about you?" Well, I have seen it but I want it to flow right now. "It's my friend's birthday," he answers me and my mind highlights th