A/N: Wow! I feel like I just started writing again. Your reviews made me smile and giggle like a little girl, which made my mom instantaneously suspicious. I loved it! THANKS. :D

Anyway, I wanted to say that when I posted the premise, chapter one was already finished. And most of chapter two as well. But for some reason, I kept re-reading the premise. Over and over and over and over again. And so, I went back to chapter one and tore it apart, like three different times. This chapter has been rewritten a total of, I think, five times now. Its part frustrating and part liberating. The more I trashed it, the more it became something I'm actually proud of.

I originally wasn't going to post again this soon because I wanted to wait until I had a couple more chapters finished, but seeing as I already played around with this chapter a bunch a times I didn't want to leave you waiting, so I figured, "What the hell?" Chapter Two is pretty much done, but I am going to look over it again to see if I really like it because I wrote it at like two this morning, with my whole "I'm on roll, let's see how much I can get done!" wave of energy. If it works, it probably won't get posted until Sunday (at the earliest) cause later today, I am having a "mommy and me" day (since my mother says we haven't hung out in awhile, so we're going to Hollywood :D), so I don't think I'll be writing much and then on Saturday, there is this family reunion of sorts, but because of some family drama, I am on strike and am going to nothing but sit on my ass all day and write! Promise. I already have Chapter Three's important details in my head, so it shouldn't be too bad. We'll see how it goes, but I know I am going to be writing, some how, some way, even if I have to sit in my car by myself to do it, it will happen. I'm determined. :D

I'm going to use both, "Don't Stand So Close To Me" and "Teach Me" as inspiration, but I don't think I am going to use anything specific from either piece. I haven't made any concrete ideas about that, so it's iffy. I did my chapter outline last night and I have a lot of freedom sans the ideas that I think are a must, so I am going to wing some of the chapters. I hope it works.

Oh yeah, sorry about the edits from the premise, I wasn't really thinking when I was doing it, so things didn't look like I wanted them to, but there shouldn't be any problem with this chapter. There aren't any breaks in this chapter (it's purposely written without them), as there should have been in the last chapter between Tommy and Jude, but I didn't catch it until after. Sorry!

Disclaimer: I don't own Starbucks (if I did, I'd save a lot of money considering it's practically my home away from home), Pentel (company that makes RSVP pens, my favorite btw), or Expo Markers.

Now for the THANKS:

charley07: I love the book as well! It's insanely good. The only thing that scares me is how insane Nine actually became. Oh, what love can do to a person!

Momma M: I got your attention? Score! Now all I have to do is keep it. The Police are amazing, no one can deny that! I'm glad I made you happy. More soon, definitely. :D

Carlz02: Hook, line, and sinker. That's my goal, now. Here is the next post. I hope you like it. I'm trying to write from both pov's, but I think they will be combined from now on, partly Tommy and partly Jude but from different areas of focus (if that makes any sense to you). :D

NotAContrivance: I had no clue what the book was until I read it on another author's blog and then I checked it out and I fell in love. It is so realistic, even though Nine is so scarily intense sometimes. I've got a thing for student-teacher relationships too. Tommy is Tommy, can I say? Bruising overnight? Well, it's a hit and miss, that's all I'll say. :D Nope. Tommy was never in BA, he is just a guy who happens to teach because he can, like most teachers today, sadly. There are other reasons for his profession, but I won't get into that. First impressions are long-lasting!! Thank you so much! I'll try and post frequently, but you know how it goes. :D

Tommyskat: Please always helps! Here is more.

I hope you guys like this chapter! Sorry this is sooo long, I always feel like I have to explain myself, for some really odd reason. :D

R&R or R&L please.

THANKS MUCHO!

From "Premise & Prologue":

He closed his eyes and smiled devilishly. It was time to meet this Jude Harrison.

He was about to make her senior year more memorable than she ever thought possible.

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Chapter 1

"First Class & First Gasps"

The rain pounded heavily on every surface as he walked to his classroom. He was late. But he didn't care. It was the first day, so they were allowed. His students, not him. But he was one of a kind, so rules didn't apply to him. That was his philosophy. He turned the corner, sipping on his latte. The wind picked up and water sprayed at him as the rain took a different direction. His delicate leather jacket was getting wet. He shielded his precious face with his coffee and walked faster. He looked to his right and glanced at the number above the powder blue door next to him. He had gone too far. He dropped his arm that held his coffee and turned around, his messenger bag hitting him in the ass as he walked. He passed one door, then another. Finally he had reached his destination. He took a large sip from his cup and then breathed heavily. He took his free hand and wiped his face with it, dampening more of his warm skin. He reached out to the metal doorknob in front of him and pulled hard. In one swift movement, he opened the door and walked through the threshold, letting go of the handle as it clamored shut. He avoided eye contact with everyone, in hopes that his confidence would grow with each step he took and each stare he ignored.

The classroom was sparsely decorated; white walls, one bulletin board, another door off to the right of the one that led outside, and a window with the blinds drawn that normally gave a view of the classroom next door. Despite the bland appearance, the room made up for it with students. 33 to be exact; each occupying a desk, waiting for class to start. The loud and animated class chatter cut immediately as the door slammed shut. He entered the classroom with such precision that it was scary, walking rapidly to the desk in the front of the room, dripping slightly from the outside precipitation, as almost every pair of eyes stared intently at him. And in came with him, an air of mystery, but only two noticed it. As if they had been militarily trained, every student sat straight up, keeping their eyes on the man in front of them. Except her. She glanced up from her desk, instantly feeling a tug at her heart, and like the rest of the students in the room, grew fascinated with the sight in front of her.

A light thunderous noise vibrated the walls from the outside in. Way to start the school year off, she thought, as the rain started to pound harder. He threw his black canvas messenger bag on the leather swivel chair behind the desk, causing it to roll back a few inches from its previous position. He reluctantly placed his Starbucks on the clean desk, as if it was a life line he needed in order to survive his first day, but she knew it a facade. He tried to take off his leather jacket at the same time and failed miserably. He felt a certain pair of eyes amongst the mass, studying him. He hoped it was her, but he didn't give in, even though he wanted to. Badly. She smirked as she watched him struggle. She thought it was cute, in a dorky way. Something she had never envisioned when she read his name off of her pink schedule. Finally, he was able to throw the soggy jacket on top of his chair with ease.

She never saw his face; only his back as each movement was done quickly. He seemed to burst at the limbs with energy, never slowing down. Once his jacket was off, he turned to the board and pulled a blue Expo marker off the ledge connected to it. Taking off the cap, he hastily wrote his name on the whiteboard. The muscles in his back stretched the blue linen of his button-down as they rippled with every stroke of the marker.

Mr. Quincy.

As if carefully rehearsed, he slowly turned around and focused on the students in the middle of the room, after capping the pen and placing it back in its original spot. This should be fun, he thought. With the same precision as his walk, he smiled. A sly, devilish smile.

Then he opened his mouth.

"This is Advanced Composition and if you can read, my name is Mr. Quincy."

Spots of nervous laughter sounded through the room at the somewhat rude comment. He slyly smiled again. In what seemed like through thin air, spiral notebooks and glossy black pens appeared on each student's desk. With each pair of eyes studying his every move, Mr. Quincy felt he had a captivated audience. And he was right.

She had anxiously waited for the arrival of the new teacher. For almost three weeks. The time had come. Already in front of her were a deep purple spiral notebook and a black RSVP pen, her favorite kind. Restless, her legs nervously began to move. She didn't know how much longer she could take, but she didn't have to wait long. In one swift movement, the door opened and banged shut. She smelled him before she ever saw him, if that was even possible given the rain outside. She told herself it was. Escada Seduction. The new teacher has good taste, she thought. His walk is like lightning, beautiful from far away but dangerous up close, she observed. She saw him write his name on the board, his muscles seeming ready to pop out of his shirt. Then she heard his husky voice fill the air. His smile was as perfect as it was obscene. His eyes narrowed as he ventured each student's eyes. When his locked with hers, she felt her stomach start its familiar somersaults again. Finally able to look at Mr. Quincy for the first time, she audibly gasped. In turn, she received stares and shaken heads from her peers and a wide smirk from the man in front of her.

"Are you okay?" a student sitting next to her asked.

Afraid of her own voice, she whispered, "Yeah. Thanks." As her cheeks started to burn, she glanced away, fearful of looking him directly in the eye. He's perfect. Everything I hoped he'd be, she thought as the class returned to normal and the students' stares went back to their teacher. From the way the rain frizzed his hair to the lines surrounding his eyes.

She has to be it, he thought as he moved behind his desk once he realized she wasn't going to look at him anytime soon. He was used to it, the blushing and avoidance that is. But he always got what he wanted in the end. And this was no exception.

"I'm going to take roll to make sure everyone is in the right class. Then I'll hand you a syllabus and if you have any questions, we'll go over them. If not, that'll be all we do today. We'll pick up everything else tomorrow."

He received numerous nods from various students, but not the one that mattered, so he proceeded with his own instructions. He picked up his jacket and hung it over one of the arms of the chair so that he could reach his bag. He unclasped it and pulled out the same notebook he had glanced at over a week ago. With her name in it.

He opened the binder to his fifth period roster and placed it on the desk next to his Starbucks. His eyes danced over the paper and locked on a name. It was time. Time to match names with faces. He took out a pencil from a pocket in his bag and started taking roll.

When he got to her name, he lightly chuckled to himself.

"Chastity Feldman."

"Present."

He continued with the rest of the names and then abruptly stopped. He looked up from the binder and into the sea of students. They anxiously stared back at him. He turned his head to the right and looked directly at her. The students followed his gaze.

He took a deep breath. "Jude Harrison," he said, clearly. Then he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. He held his breath in his throat, waiting and wishing for her to strike.

She slowly looked up, realizing she could either act like a coward and say "Here" while looking at her notebook or she could face him. She was a rebel, not a coward. At that moment, the smile on his face became real.

Once she saw his smile, the corners of her lips turned up as well. "Here."

He watched the smile form on her face and it was time for him to gasp. Only it wasn't audible. He thought of the number of times someone had taken his breath away.

One.

Her.

He knew in that instance something had changed between them. Something he didn't have words for, but he saw it in her eyes. It wasn't blatant, mostly hidden. But they knew. She knew. He knew. That's all that mattered. He continued to smile, but his face changed. He retracted slightly, feeling as if someone had let the cat out of the proverbial bag and he wasn't too happy about it. He set himself straight, reminding himself it was only the first day of school and he didn't want to get too carried away so soon.

There will be plenty of time for that, he thought.

He cleared his throat, letting his smile disappear and finished the roster of names. The class remained unfazed, slinking back into their old ways; talking to those around them. She smirked at what she thought was dissatisfaction, but sensed it was something more. He closed the notebook on his desk and went to his chair. She watched him intently, waiting for a sign. Any sign.

From his bag, he pulled a manila folder out and opened it, taking a stack of stapled papers out of it. He put the manila folder on top of the notebook on his desk and walked around the room, handing a stack of syllabi to each row in the class. He was at the right side of the room when he stopped.

Right in front of her.

She had noticed him getting closer, but had stupidly done nothing about it. She silently cursed herself for her slow reactions, trying to think of something to occupy herself with, as a shadow loomed over her.

Now, it was too late.