I own nothing but my imagination.

She was still looking at me almost as if she were waiting for my reaction. I just smiled back at her then looked down at the book Madi had placed in front of me. I didn't want her to see the disappointment in my eyes.

Yes… disappointment. Surprised I was not. How could I be? This woman was beautiful, sexy as hell; smart, sexy as hell and even has a sense of humor.

I did mention sexy as hell, right? Okay then.

And just when I thought she couldn't get any sexier she placed on a pair of black horn rimmed glasses, opened a book and leaned back.

Wow!

I sat there staring until Madi nudged me and pointed to my book, but I couldn't seem to focus on the book in front of me. My mind started to wander. Of course, all thoughts on the very intriguing woman not 20 feet away. What was her husband like? (Assuming she was married, which I am sure she was. I mean look at her and then there was the Mrs. part) Was she happy? How old was she? (Not that that mattered to me) What was her favorite color? Favorite food? Was I intriguing to her? What kind of perfume did she wear? And so on and so on and so on. And at this point I was completely obsessed. It was ridiculous and I need to focus on something else.

Like Poe.

I started trying again to read and just then Mrs. Dennison started quietly talking to us. We were to check out our books and then we were free to go. It was five minutes before the period ended and I just realized I spent the last half hour thinking about nothing but her. Ugh! Madi and I got up from our table to go check out our books and as we passed by Mrs. Dennison she looked up and said...

"Have a good day, ladies." She had a sexiest grin on her face and I don't think she realized how seductive it was.

"And you as well, Mrs. Dennison," Madi said.

I just winked and kept walking. Yeah...I winked. That's how I worked, can't seem too eager. We checked out our books and walked out of the library. Once we were in the hallway Madi slugged me in the arm.

"What the hell is with you? Oh boy Ashley es necesario para obtener un control."

Uh what?

"I don't know what you mean, Madi, and I sure as hell don't know what you just said." I swear I needed a translator with her some times.

"She is our teacher, she is married and I am pretty sure she is straight."

And…

"All minor details, Mads. Minor details" She shook her head at me and sighed.

"Ash... maybe you should just continue to skip 1st period. I know you think that you are some kind of girly Casanova and hot sex goddess, but some people are just out of your league."

Was she speaking a foreign language again?

"Pfft. Please, Mads. She's hot for me, I can tell."

"And what exactly did she do or say to make you think that? Wow, I knew your ego was big, but come on, Ash. She is a beautiful and smart woman, who is a Professor at UCLA, and not to mention she has a rockin' body. She could have anyone she wanted. She's married probably to some tall, dark and handsome doctor or something. I am so sure she is interested in you." She laughed and then continued... "Why don't you just stick to those 'hotties' in those classes you actually like going to? Los sin cerebro."

"Did you just say something about my brain?"

She shook her head and laughed.

"Just leave Mrs. Dennison alone. I don't want to see you get embarrassed."

We reached her locker just as the bell finally rang ending 1st period. "Whatever, Mads. You just wait and see. See ya at lunch, chica" She rolled her eyes and waved.

I was so tired, probably from waking up at the butt crack of dawn to make it to school on time, and probably because my mind had been on overdrive for the last hour. I snuck out to my car, set my alarm on my phone and reclined my seat back. Time for a nap. I woke up just in time for lunch. Just as I got out of my car I saw Mrs. Dennison walking over to hers. She must have sensed my staring because she looked over at me a smiled.

She totally had the hots for me!

She pulled out of the parking lot and when she was finally out of sight, I headed to the quad. I found my friends at our usual table in the corner. Madi was there, Kyla my annoying cousin, Chelsea the artistically talented one, Amanda the genius, Glenda the jock. (Those two aren't really my friends… they just think they are.) last, but certainly not least, Casey. Casey was my favorite. The brunette, petite, emo chick who also happened to be a fellow lesbian. Before you ask, yes we were once a couple, but that didn't work out. Now we were just friends with the occasional benefits. By occasional I mean sometimes between girlfriends and since Casey had been with her girlfriend now for 6 months the occasional is turning into never. Anyway, I sat down and look over to see Madi whispering something to Kyla. They both snickered. Those snickering bitches.

"Hey, Ash. I was just telling Kyla about your latest crush." She smirked at me.

"Well you guys have a great laugh at my expense; I am going to get some grub."

"Ashhhh. Get your ass over here. I got you some lunch," Casey said with a smile. "I know you got up early today so I figured you would be in your car sleeping." Now you know why she was my favorite.

"Oooh pizza. Thanks, Case," I said as I sat down and playfully bumped into her.

"No prob, babe."

As soon as she was done eating she would walk over and sit down under a tree to call her girlfriend, which was what she did every day. Her girlfriend, Michelle, went to King High, a public high school in L.A. Oh…I forgot to mention, I go to a lovely all girls private school. Yes, all girls, a lesbian heaven.

Lunch ended and I headed to my art class. I was just not excited about it like I usually way. I sat at my easel and for the entire hour I just flicked paint onto the canvas. I even managed to hit the girl (hottie #1) on the other side. She poked her head around and glared at me. I just shrugged and nonchalantly apologized. She looked at me confused. I would too. I was not being my usual charming, cocky self.

Music class wasn't the same either. I walked up to the piano and started playing Mozart's Sonata in C-major. Mia's (hottie #2 and my piano "teacher") jaw dropped and my actual music teacher was looking at me like a proud mama. When I finished everyone applauded and I bowed. I walked over to my table pulled my notebook with my sheet music and started writing a new song, inspired by a certain blonde.

Gym class was the same ...well actually not really. As soon as I entered the gym I saw my favorite brunette. She ran over to me a hugged me. "Ash, you do know you are actually on the gym floor, right?" Casey questioned me.

"I know… Feel my forehead. Do I feel alright to you?" Casey giggled and put her hand on my forehead.

"Hmm. You feel fine, but you look HOT." Casey was a big flirt like me if you haven't noticed.

"Mmmmm. You too, Case. Now what are we playing today?"

"Huh? Maybe you should go see the nurse. You haven't left the bleachers all year, Ash. What's with you today?"

I think I fell… in love. Maybe I should go see the nurse.

"I need to be distracted, and I figured if I played whatever lame game you guys are playing, I will be so confused it will distract me," I explained. She looked at me clearly confused.

"Um… okay. Why the need for distraction?"

"Let's just say I have been obsessing a wee bit too much today, and I am starting to feel semi-stalkerish. And yes… I am obsessing over a girl, but I am not telling you who it is just yet. "

"What? Why not? In case you forgot, I am your bestest of best friends, and I always tell you everything so you better spill." She looked a little pissed.

"Let's just say that this chick would be top of the list. The forbidden list." She looked confused again.

"Ash, we are lesbians. Everyone is 'forbidden'. And it's not like I am gonna tell anyone. Out with it."

I was just about to tell her when a loud whistle was blown in my ear.

"Ladies and Miss Davies, get your lazy butts on the lines, time to stretch those muscles." That was Ms. Matthews. Our butchy, I mean bitchy gym teacher.

We were all stretched out when the bitch spoke again. "Today we are playing Volleyball. Miss Davies?"

Why was she picking on me?

"Since you don't usually participate, I am sure your good friend Miss. Montgomery (Casey) will explain it to you. As we go that is." She chucked the volley ball at me and it hit me in the gut. The wind was knocked out of me and she walked away laughing. Casey was laughing as well as I tried to catch my breath.

Fuck!

This was what I got for leaving the bleachers.

Volley ball was a good distraction. I found my eyes constantly following the ball even when it smacked me right in the face.

I showered after gym for the first time ever. Sadly the showers are individual showers. Damn!

I left the locker room and headed to my locker. When I got to it there was a short, black haired girl standing at her locker right next to mine. She had a handful of books and was struggling to get them in her locker. I rolled my eyes and offered a hand.

"Uh. You need some help?" She looked up at me and her face went from frustrated to scared.

"Um. Okay. Sure." I took a few books from the top and she placed the ones on the bottom in her locker. Her locker door opened a bit and I caught a glimpse of a pic she had taped on the inside. It was a pic of her with two other people. A wedding picture. The groom was a tall, black haired guy and the bride was none other than the blonde that had been on my mind all day. Mrs. Dennison. She saw me staring at the picture.

"Oh, uh. That's my brother and I assume you know Mrs. Dennison." She didn't look scared anymore. She looked sad.

"Your brother is married to Mrs. Dennison?" I asked and she looked down.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked as I put a hand on her upper arm. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "He was married to Mrs. Dennison," she said quietly.

"Was? Did they get a divorce or something?" I was confused and then it hit me when she started to cry. I patted her back and apologized. She shook her head and started to speak again.

"My brother was a sergeant in the army. He was killed in Iraq a little over a year ago."

She slammed her locker and ran away, leaving me still holding her books. Fuck! Me and my stupid questions. I was back to thinking about Mrs. Dennison again, but not in the way I normally was. For some reason I felt guilty for flirting with her, but deter me this would not. I had an even greater need to know more about her now. A greater need to get closer to her. Call it intuition, call it wishful thinking, call me crazy, but I felt like she may have needed it too.