"No mom I don't need you to come and eat lunch with me." I say into the phone.

"Are you sure? Me and your father aren't planning anything for lunch, we could swing by."

I sigh, "No mom it's fine, and you know dad doesn't approve of me being a teacher."

"Lauren your father doesn't approve of a lot of things you do and you've never let it stop you." she says. "Let us come and eat with you."

"Fine mom." I say as the Dean walks into my office. "I gotta go mom, see you at noon."

"Professor." he says with a nod.

"Dean Martin, what can I do for you today?"

He smiles, "You're going to have a new student joining your class today."

"And you to came all the way to my office to tell me that?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Well she's not just any student, she's an exchange student from some back woods country somewhere and from what I hear she's quite the handful." he sets the files on my desk.

I pick up the file and scan over it, "This is nothing, painting the professor's car, egging the Dean's house, Dean Martin I've had worse done to me than some paint and a few eggs." I close the file and slide it back to him. "I can handle it don't worry."

The Dean claps his hands together and grabs the file, "I figured you would say that," he pauses. "Which is why I want you to look over her, you know take her under your wing. The girl hasn't had a steady home her whole life it might do her some good."

I scoff, "And you think me trying to be a mother to her with help?"

"Not a mother exactly, more like a mentor." I roll my eyes at him. "Come on Lauren, it'll be like one of those extra projects you're always working on."

"It's Professor, and I don't know, I've got enough on my plate right now." I run a hand through my hair.

"What if I throw in a day at a spa or something? Will you do it then?" he says hopeful.

"Thats not necessary Dean." I sigh heavily. "Ok on one condition." I get out of my chair and walk over to him. "You get me a date with that secretary of yours, she's a cute little something and haven't had a date in forever."

Dean Martin chuckles, "I don't mean to be rude Professor but don't you think she's a little young for you?"

I punch his arm, "Fine I'll find my own date."

He chuckles again, "Great. Now, I gotta go before I make you late for your class." he moves to walk out of the door, "Will you still do it?"

"Yes Dean, I will take her under my non-existent wings." I chuckle walking over to my desk.

"Thank you." he says again walking out and closing the door.

I turn and look at the clock, my next class didn't start for a few more minutes, which gave me a few minutes to get my thoughts together about this new student. I hope she didn't give me as much trouble as she had her other colleges, I didn't want to have to be a bitch to the girl on her first day here.

"Alright class, where did we leave off yesterday?" I ask my class shuffling through a stack of papers.

"Um, Rome Falls." a student says.

"Thank you, before we get started let me call roll." I take out my reading glasses, placing them on my face. "Anderson, Allen, Castro," I stop and look around for the raised hands. "No Castro? Okay moving on. Collins, Cooper, Dennis?" I look around again. "Dennis? Bo Dennis?" nothing. That must be the girl Dean Martin was telling me about. I sigh and finish calling roll. It was obvious that this Bo wasn't going to show so I continued on with my class, she still hasn't shown up after I called roll and managed to find my papers I lost somehow.

Halfway through my lecture I hear a loud noise in the hallways and my door flies open, I stare were a person should be and cross my arms. After a minute or two a young woman walks in, long brown hair, chocolate eyes, and she was in just about all leather. "Sorry teach." she blurts, chomping on a piece of gum with a grin. "Had a hard time finding the place."

"Baby you forgot this." I red head woman walks in handing her a bag.

She smiles and kiss her on the mouth, "Thanks babe, see you later."

The red head looks at me and blushes before walking out of the room, "May I help you?" I say in a clipped tone.

"Oh yeah." she pulls out a folded up paper from her tight leather pants.

"Bo?" I say looking over the papers.

"That's my name, don't wear it out darlin." she winks at me and walks over to an empty desk taking a seat. "Hey kid," she whispers leaning over to a boy sitting next to her. "What are we doing?"

The boy is taken back by her beauty and forwardness, "Um, we are um, we um." he says fumbling through his papers.

"Hey honey don't wet yourself, spit it out." she says taking her gum and sticking it under the desk.

"We are doing the falling of Rome." I say setting the papers on my desk and walking in front of Bo's desk. "I suggest you sit here and you keep quiet, you've already disrupted my class and managed to make a bad impression in your first five seconds here. If you want any chance at redeeming yourself you'll be seen not heard." I raise an eyebrow at her. "Got it."

She chuckles and salutes me, "You got it captain."

I sigh and walk back over to my desk, "What have I gotten myself into." I think to myself running a hand through my hair. "Alright, if there's no more disruption I'll wrap it up here."

"Professor Lewis, you did finish." the boy sitting next to Bo says.

I look at her, she's texting, then back at the boy, "Really?" he nods and closes his book. "Well it looks like you all are dismissed a bit earlier than usual. Um, I would like a five thousand word essay on what you thought of this piece and have it on my desk before ten tomorrow morning. Class dismissed." I wave them off.

"Finally." Bo whispers gathering her things.

" could I see you at my desk please." I say and she groans. This indeed was going to be a difficult task and I'd have to make sure I lay it on Dean Martin next time I see him.

"What's going on teach?" she says walking over to my desk and plops down on it, crossing her legs in a less than innocent way.

Looking at her legs I sigh,"Off the desk." I say motioning with my hands, she sighs and stands back up.

"What's wrong teach, don't like the ladies?" she smirks, chewing on a new piece of gum.

I roll my eyes and take my glasses out of my hair, placing them on the desk. "First off, welcome to senior literature, secondly,"

Bo looks at the clock and groans again, "Is this going to take long? My girl's waiting at the house for me and she doesn't like to be kept waiting." she says with a wink and a grin.

"Right." I say awkwardly and roll my eyes. "The Dean told me of your previous schools and a little about your past, I will not let you treat me like one of your friends in my classroom." she rolls her eyes. "You will address me as Professor Lewis, nothing less nothing more, you will be in class and at your seat on time or you'll be staying after class everyday until you get it right. You think you'll just come here and do the same shit, excuse my language, that you have everywhere else but you have the wrong teacher." Bo raises an eyebrow at me and smirks, "So, write an essay on what you know about Rome, try to make it decent or it won't be accepted." I sit in my chair and cross my legs.

Bo chuckles and sighs, "Is that all Professor?" I nod. "Good, I have a few things to say to you too. One, I come to class when I feel like it, two, I'll call you what I damn well please, and three I don't do homework."

My aggravation with this woman was quickly raising, "We will see how long that gets you through this class. I don't hand out grades, my students earn them."

She scoffs and puts her purse over her shoulder, "The only thing I'm focused on earning right now is multiple orgasms." I flinch at her bluntness. "Bye teach." she says at the door before she stops, "And by the way you're pretty cute, keep it up." Before I could yell at her for being disrespectful, yet again, she had disappeared into the hall. I knock and few things off of my desk and lean back in my chair with my hands over my face. This was going to be a tough kid to crack.

I hear footsteps and slowly lift up my head, "What do you want now? Put a mentally insane person in my class?"

The Dean chuckles and lays a small envelope on my desk, "The kid Tyler I believe his name is, came and told me what happened."

"What's this?" I nod at the envelope.

"Spa memberships." he says casually. "I told you that she was going to be a handful and you didn't listen."

I sigh heavily and lean on my desk, "That's more than a handful, that's like four handfuls. She rude, disrespectful, and most of all,"

"Incredibly beautiful?" he says raising an eyebrow at me.

"I was going to say infuriating."

"You say tomato I say tomato." he shrugs and moves to leave out of the room. "Oh and your parents are waiting for you in your office."

I nod and get up, "Oh great just what I need, a judgmental father and a over bearing mother." I sigh heavily and The Dean puts a hand on my shoulder as I get to the door.

"It'll all be okay. Tomorrow will be better."

"Lets hope so." I say and slowly walk to my office. This woman was going to haunt me, I needed to figure out a way to get closer to her, if I get a little closer maybe I could get her to see that she can't just go through her classes like she does. I shake the thought and try to focus on the now, I had a lunch with my parents and I had to put on a show. I'd worry about Bo tomorrow.

After lunch with my overbearing parents I went back to me classroom to find Bo sitting on my desk, her legs crossed as they were the last time she was here, "Teach." she says with a nod.

I sigh heavily and walk over to my desk, "What can I help you with ?"

Bo uncrossed her legs and pulls out a piece if paper from her bag, "The essay you wanted. I hate turning shit in so long after I finish them."

"Off the desk." I raise an eyebrow in shock, "You finished the essay? In an hour?"

She scoffs, "I'm a badass teach not on idiot. I graduated top of my class, I just choose when to use my smarts."

I set my briefcase down on my desk and take the paper from her hand, "And you didn't take this from anyone, or make someone else do it?"

Bo rolls her eyes, "Would you like to compare handwriting?"

"That won't be necessary, I guess I'll just have to trust you." I sigh and put my glasses on. "Your last school, did your professor go over the falling of Rome?"

She scoffs again, "More like the falling of my crouch." she whispers but I still hear it.

"Excuse me?" I say wide eyed.

"Um, yeah we went over it vaguely." she shrugs and adjusts her bag. I look up and stare at her for a minute, noticing her the way her top hung off of her waist and how her hair framed her face perfectly. My gaze was about to drop to her mouth when she cleared her throat. "Professor you're staring." she says lowly.

I clear my throat and look back down at her essay. "This isn't bad, you need to work on your structure and grammar. It would make this a whole lot better."

Bo chuckles and walks towards the door, heels clacking on the tile floor, "Okay teach." she pauses before walking out, "We are going to get really close."

I grab some other papers and stay looking at them, "And how do you know that?"

"I just do. I'm going to let up on you because you seem different." she pauses and I take off my glasses to look at her, "You're not like the other teachers, I can sense you won't be dealing with my bullshit."

I scoff and put my glasses back on, "I deal with no one's bullshit."

Bo chuckles and, "I can see that, bye." then she's gone.

I turn to look where she once stood and remember what she looked like. Her bright red top hugging her body, tight but not too tight. Those leather jeans looking like they were her actual skin. Bo was perfectly beautiful and a felt slightly guilty for thinking of a student that way, but I don't think anyone could look at her and have less than appropriate thoughts.

The bell for the end of class rings loudly, pulling me out of my thoughts. I run a hand through my hair and get ready for the next class, trying my best to shake the thoughts of Bo out of my head.

By the end of the day I had managed to get Bo out of my mind and happily at that.

On my way out of the university I caught a glimpse of Dean Martin, "Dean?" I yell after him.

He stops and turns around with a smile on his face, "Professor Lewis what can I help you with?"

I catch up to him, "It's about the new student." he nods, "I don't think she's going to be as bad as her teachers have made her out to be."

He raises an eyebrow, "Really?"

I smile lightly, "She wrote an essay on the Falling of Rome and its one of the best essays I have ever read. She is smarter than she lets people see."

"Why thanks teach you're too kind." I turn around and see Bo leaning against a post with her arm around the red head I saw earlier. "Just came to say, that really wasn't my paper. Lisa here is a smart cookie and I wanted to see how easily you fell for the "I'm not as bad as everyone thinks." act."

I look back at the Dean who is shaking his head slowly, "But you said."

She chuckles, "I know what I said, it was a lie Lewis. I was just having some fun with ya."

"Lauren I would love to see how this plays out but I have to catch a flight." Dean Martin says patting my shoulder, "My mother is getting married for the twelfth time." he scoffs and nods to Bo. " is was a pleasure meeting you."

She waves him off, "Yeah whatever baldy."

My aggravation has started to raise again, "I don't have time for this." I say and start to leave. "Tell your mother I said congratulations," I turn to look at Bo. "and unless you're going to say something to me that isn't disrespectful I'm going to leave now."

Bo and her girlfriend laugh, "Babe she's all red. You made her mad." I turn and storm off to my car. "You're quite cute professor." her girlfriend laughs again.

I walk even faster until I get to my car and inside. Why was this woman aggravating me so much? I'm usual very tolerate, but there was something about her that infuriated and intrigued me to no end. I put my seatbelt on and start my car when my phone starts to ring, "Hello?" I say with a sigh.

"Lauren?" the woman says, I kind of knew who it was but I wasn't sure.

"This is she, how may I help you?" I wasn't really in the mood to talk.

"Hey this is Becca, Dean Martin's assistant?"

I perk up slightly, "Oh hello, what can I do for you?"

"Well I was wondering if you would like to go see a movie with me?" she pauses, "Dean was telling me that you wanted to go out on a date with me, I don't mind."

I blush slightly, feeling desperate. "Um, you do know that I'm ten years older than you right? I mean I was kidding with the Dean when I told him that."

"Oh, well um, I'm sorry that I bothered you." I could hear her disappointment.

I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut, "But if you would like to I wouldn't mind accompanying you to a movie."

She gasps, "Really? I mean you really don't have to."

I roll my eyes, "No it's fine. When do you want to go?"

"Well it's only a Monday so Friday night would be perfect." she says excitedly.

I nod once to myself, "Thats fine with me, I'll meet you at my office at let's say, seven?"

Becca giggles, "Perfect. See you then beautiful."

"Um, yeah see you then." I say awkwardly and hang up the phone. I really was kidding when I told the Dean that I would like to go on a date with Becca, I'm old enough to be that girl's mother. I sigh heavily and head home, maybe a long bath and some take out would do me good. Tomorrow would probably a worse day than today and I'm sure that if I don't prepare myself it'll kick me in the butt.

Over the next few days things actually went smoothly, mainly because Bo didn't show up to class. There wasn't any disruptions or complications besides a student having an anxiety attack while giving a speech. I was starting to relax until Bo came bursting into my office, it was way after school hours. "Teach." she slurs stumbling into my office, nearly falling over. Bo was clearly intoxicated beyond repair. "Teach!" she yells as I get up and walk over to her.

"Dennis what are you doing here?" I drape her arm around my shoulder and help her to my couch, laying her down gently.

She pushes me away and kicks her legs, "Get off of me." she says.

I let her go and stand up straight, "Considering the fact that your drunk and in my office kind of gives me the right to make sure you don't destroy it." I fold my hands across my chest.

Bo chuckles, "What? I didn't hear anything you just said because it was too boring." she says attempting to sit back up laughing

I push her back down and go to get a bottle of water out of my mini fidge, "Here drink this." I hand her the bottle of water.

She pushes my hands away, "No, I want to stay this way." Bo lets her hands flop down next the her and she rolls her neck to look at me, eyes glassy. "You know what's bad about people?" I shake my head no and sit on the foot rest. "They think that because you come off like you don't care that you don't have any feelings." a few tears fall from her face and she looks up at the ceiling. "You devote six months of your life to them faithfully, and what do they do? They cheat on you, with your best friend, in your bed." she sniffles and wipes her eyes. "What is the point of committing to someone when most of the time you come out with a broken heart?"

I sigh heavily and reach out to rub her leg, "Um, I'm sorry. Would you like to talk about it?"

Bo just lays there looking up at the ceiling, "I loved her, or at least I thought I did, and I thought she loved me. The only reason I came to this fucking place is because she said it would be easier for us to be together." tears start to fall more steadily. "But what she meant was "let me give you false hopes because its convent for me." My best friend goes here, she's been here for three years now and I go to my dorm to find them fucking in my bed. Using my toys." she shakes her head and sits up. "But I guess I'm just not good enough, I never have been. Not even for my own parents."

I suddenly feel sorry for this woman, nobody deserves to feel that way about themselves or about life, "Is there anything I could do?"

She wipes her face on her, what looked like a pajama shirt, "Give me a place to stay tonight? They're at the house and I'm only a guest there." she finally looks me in the eyes.

"Um, sure." I nod, taken away by how beautiful she really was, even when she was a sobbing mess. "Let me finish up with this and we can go."

As I turned to walk to my desk Bo grabs my hand, "Thank you." she says softly. I turn and look at her hand in mine, it was soft and warm. "I know I haven't been the nicest person to you with skipping you class and being disrespectful and all, but."

I put my hand up to stop her, "Don't worry about it. I'm a sucker for anyone who needs help." I smile lightly and gently take my hand out of hers, missing the contact instantly.

"Well thank you." she says softly and leans back on the couch.

I nod and go to my desk to wrap up my grading, I didn't know what I was doing letting a complete stranger crash at my place but I remember when something' like that happened to me. "You know," I say looking at Bo, she's passed out on the couch and snoring lightly. I smile to myself and too this opportunity to take her all in.

Bo was a very beautiful woman, more so than I have actually noticed. Her hair was as brown as her chocolate eyes and her lips were plump and pink. I bite my lip at the thought of kissing her. Her neck was lean and you could tell from the rest of her body that she was very toned, either she worked out or she had good genes. Whichever it is I thank god that she's got it. "It's not nice to stare professor." I jump slightly at Bo's voice and blush bright red.

I look down at my papers, "I wasn't, I mean I was just,"

Bo sit up again and waves me off, "It's fine, I'm used to it."

I nod once, "Right. Ready to go?"

She nods and stands up wobbling slightly, "Oh yeah, don't try any funny business. I'm too drunk to enjoy it." she winks and grins at me.

I blush again and grab my briefcase. How did she have this effect on me? I barley knew her and I haven't felt like this since my fiancée. I close my eyes tightly and brush away the memory. Nora had been the first woman I was ever wholly in love with, she showed me a new way of living and love. She continued to do that for me everyday until I caught her in bed with our neighbor.

"Baby I'm home!" I yell from downstairs, I had gotten an extra hour lunch and decided to surprise my fiancée Nora. "Honey?" I say walking up the stairs. "If you're hiding its not going to work. I know all of your hiding spots." still no answer. I furrow my brow and open my bedroom door and stop. "Nora? What? what is going on?"

"Lo baby it's not what it looks like." she says panicked, pulling the sheets up to her neck.

I stood in the doorway of our bedroom and drop all my papers on the ground, "Not what it looks like? You're fucking fucking him! In our bed! How is this anything but what it is?!"

"Look I would love to stay and listen to you two fight this out but my wife will be home soon so I need to go." Danny, our neighbor, says getting out of my bed and putting on his clothes.

"Oh that's just fabulous he's fucking married and you're engaged. Let me guess it was an accident? You just feel on him and he just started banging your brains out?" I walk over to the dresser and Danny hurries out of the room grabbing the last of his clothing."How long has this been going on?" Nora just stares at me pulling the sheets closer to her. "How long?" I say through clenched teeth.

She sighs heavily and cringes, "Four months." A lump starts to form in my thought and I lean against the dresser. "Baby I was going to tell you, I was going to I swear."

"When?! After we got married? After we had kids? Or after you got done lying to me after six years?!" tears of anger are streaming down my face. "So all those times you went to the grocery store for four hours at a time you would be with him?"

She nods and gets out of bed wrapping the sheets around her, "Lo I was going to tell you I swear. I didn't want you to find out this way." I scoff. "This has been a long thing coming. You can't stand there and say you didn't see it."

My anger flares and I pick up a vase and throw it at her, she doges it, "How fucking dare you?!"

"Baby stop." she says holding up her hands.

"Don't baby me me! I am not your baby!" I yell throwing other little vases at her. "How could you? How could you do this to me?" I stop and lean against the nearby wall, breathing heavy.

Nora walks over to me and wraps her arms around me, "Baby I'm sorry, I just, I felt lonely. You work all kinds of crazy hours, and even when you are here it's like you're not even here."

I push her off of me and onto the bed. "That's bullshit and you fucking know it!" I stride over to the closet and take out two suitcases. "I've given you nothing but all of me since the day we met, and even more so after YOU asked to get married."

"You don't have leave Lauren. We can work this out. I'm willing to go to counseling, anything you want. We can't throw six years away over one slip up." she starts to panic as I take out clothes and put them in the suitcases. "Honey please stop and listen to me." she grabs my hand and stops me, "I love you Lo please don't leave."

I scoff, "I loved you too Nora, with my whole heart, an even if I could wrap my mind around the fact that it was only one time and it was a mistake, it's the disloyalty that hurts me the most. The violation of the trust. And you know what they say about trust baby," I shove some more clothes into the bag. "It's like a mirror, you can fix it when it's broken but you can still see the cracks in the damn reflexion."

"I love you Lauren and i know you love me too,don't leave me please." she moves closer to me, still clutching the sheets to her chest.

"These bags aren't for me." I say fighting more tears that were making their ways to the surface. "These are for you."

She looks at the bags and back at me, "But I live here. This is my home."

I take my hand away from hers and walk over to the suitcases, closing them, "Correction, you live here, this is my house. I pay bills while you sit here and fuck the neighbors. You don't work and your name isn't on the deed."

"Lauren, you can't do this." she says tears forming in her eyes.

"Actually I can." I grab her bags and throw them down the stairs. "No get out." I point, wiping away my tears.

She sniffles and wipes away some of her tears, "Lauren please don't do this, I'm sorry."

"If you would'nt have done it then you wouldn't have anything to be sorry for." I say through my teeth. "Now get out before I call the cops.

"I need to get dressed." she says sheepishly.

"Your clothes are downstairs. Go ask Danny to use his bathroom." I turn and grab her wrist. "Now get out."

She tries to take her wrist out my hand but I'm too strong for her, "Lauren you're hurting me stop."

"Hurting you?" I laugh darkly. "Thats nothing compared to what I'm feeling inside right now. Now either you get out or I'll force you out."

Nora yanks her wrist away from me and starts down the stairs, "You'll regret this Lauren Lewis I swear to you, you will."

"There's nothing you could do to hurt me more than you already have."

She looks up at me from the bottom of the stairs and grabs her suitcases, "I am sorry Lauren."

I scoff again and turn to go back in my room, waiting for the front door to open and close. When I was sure she was gone I packed up all of my clothes and got ready go to my mothers. There was nothing that could make me feel any better than to have my mother try and cheer me up. My heart was broken just like my home, and I don't think I'll recover.

"Teach?" I hear Bo say softly.

I turn to look at her, "Yes?"

"The light is green." she nods forward.

I smile tightly and fight back the tears that were trying to fight their way to the surface. Memories were the most lethal kind of depression because you remember how things used to be but you're burdened with the inability to figure out how to get it back to how you want it. When I left Nora a piece of me died inside and I closed off my heart to anyone that tried to come in. I glance at Bo, but something about her made me want to let my walls down, and I barely knew her. I sigh heavily and close off my mind, blocking my feelings until I was ready to deal with them, and when that time came I would be alone. I didn't want anyone seeing me at my worse.