Hello people! I will update my other stories soon! don't worry! This is a new fanfiction so i really hope you like it because I have a great feeling about this one! :D Enjoy and review! :)

She took one last second to stare at the goddess in front of her. She knew that she had to focus on the test, but she couldn't keep her mind on track.

Those heels. It's those jet black heels. The ones that make her calf muscles look even more amazing. Oh God. Snap out of it! She thought to herself.

The bell rang just in time for her to finish the last period of her last answer. You're cutting it too close.

"Alright, everyone." She looked up to see the blonde talking. "Bring your tests to my desk, and I'll see you later."

She stood up and walked over to her desk to hand in the paper. She was last in line- she always tried to be. She approached the desk.

"Here," She said, getting a quick look at the slight cleavage noticeable at the angle she was standing at. "See you later ."

"Bye, Jane." Ms. Isles replied, comparable to an angel.

Jane bit her lip anxiously as she left the classroom. Tomorrow, Jane thought to herself, I'll say a little more.

The next day:

Jane had study hall in Ms. Isles's room. Convenient, she thought.

Chasing childish dreams of a fantasy girl is crazy, Jane thought. But why not try?

She spent the period pretending to read, and sometimes actually exchanging words with Ms. Isles.

"Have you ever read this?" Jane asked, holding up the novel in her hands.

"I think so." Ms. Isles replied, her mouth shaped in a slight frown as she tried to remember the plot. "Oh," She said with a smile. "It's a classic. Forbidden love and all that."

Jane dry swallowed nervously but continued smiling. "Yea," She tested the waters. "I love those kinds of stories."

"Don't we all?" Ms. Isles replied with a friendly wink then lowered her eyes back to the essay she was grading.

Internally, Jane was giggling in a giddy girlish manner but outside she kept a good composure.

The bell rang, Jane smiled at Ms. Isles instead of saying goodbye this time. She would be back later for English class anyway.

After School:

Jane had gathered all of her books from her locker and managed to cram all of them into her backpack. Next time the guidance councilor suggests four AP classes, just say 'no'.

She went out the back door to get to the parking parked in student parking which meant it was pretty much in Nowheresville.

When Jane pushed open the glass door she was met with an abrupt gust of wind. She pulled her coat tighter around her, trying to pack in some heat.

"Just get to your car,"Jane muttered to herself.

What seemed like hours later, she arrived in front of her twelve year old box on wheels. She loved the car because, well, it was hers but it definitely wasn't the best in the lot. Still, not the worst though.

Jane opened the zipper pocket on her coat and pulled out her keys. The wind was still blowing viciously, making her fingers frozen and clumsy. She fumbled as she tried to turn the key in the position to put it in the door. Since she didn't have one of the fancy ones that opened electronically, this was how it had to be done.

She adjusted the key in her hand again to get in the right position. She almost had it in the door when it slipped from her grasp and fell faster than she could respond.

"Shit," She fell to the ground and tried to grab it before it slipped through the cracks of the drainage vent conveniently placed directly under her feet. "Shit," She repeated, slamming her fist unproductively against the metal vent. She put her hand to her forehead and stood up, not believing what she just did. "Shit," Jane paced back and forth, getting her breath caught off in the wind.

"Jane?" Ms. Isles's voice got lost in the wind, so Jane didn't hear her until she was standing a few cars away. Jane froze when she saw her, more so then when she stepped outside. "Jane?" said.

This is so embarrassing. "Hey,"Jane replied as casually as possible, digging her hands further into her pockets. She tried to shield her face from the wind with her hood.

"Is your car not starting?" Ms. Isles was squinting slightly from the wind, her sandy blond hair blowing crazily in the wind, even under her hood.

"Um,"Jane looked down. "I dropped my keys in the drainage vent."

Ms Isles was in front of Jane's car, about five feet away from her.

"How deep is the vent?" asked.

"It looks to be about six feet." Jane replied, locking eyes with Ms. Isles for the first time ever. Chills shot down her spine.

Ms. Isles gave Jane a concerned smile. "Alright, well," The older woman looked around for a second then continued. "come with me." She smiled as she made a inviting gesturing motion towards Jane.

Jane hesitated for a second, not believing that this was actually happening.

"Come on, Jay," The use of her nickname made Jane immediately warm to the idea. "I'll give you a ride home."

Jane nodded in agreement, following to her car. Jane was impressed, it was definitely this year's model.

"Thanks so much for this." Jane said as she slid into the front seat.

"No problem," Ms. Isles replied, still smiling. Jane observed her for the whole ride.

She noticed the way Ms. Isles's long womanly fingers closed around the gearshift to her right and pulled it to change gears. She watched as her eyes shifted to different views of the road. Every little thing that Ms. Isles did made Jane fall a little harder for her.

After giving directions, they arrived all too quickly at Jane's house. Jane opened the door with slight disappointment.

"Thanks again for the ride. Not many teachers would have done this." Jane said as she climbed out of the range rover.

"You're welcome,Jane," Ms. Isles replied, hands gently rested on the wheel.

"Alright, well," Jane took a quick breath, just to prolong the stay for another second. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Just as she was about to close the door, stopped her.

"Wait," Ms. Isles interjected. Jane immediately opened the door back up again.

"Yea?" She said hopefully.

Ms. Isles opened her glove-compartment and fished around for a pen and a scrap of paper. When she found it she quickly scribbled something on it.

Oh God. Is that-is that…? Jane didn't have time to finish her thought.

"Here," extended her arm toJane. "It's my number," She said casually. Jane reached out, hand almost shaking. "Just in case you get stuck again."

Jane nodded as she took the paper. Their fingers brushed for just a millisecond, but Jane felt it completely. Mental note: Her skin is heavenly soft.

Jane immediately shoved it in her pocket, not wanting it to blow away.

"Thanks," She said for the third time.

Ms. Isles gave her one last beautiful smile before saying 'goodbye' and pulling out ofJane's driveway.

Despite the cold, Jane stood in the same place in disbelief for a while before going inside.

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