I own nothing but my imagination.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock playing some bubbly pop song. Ugh! Not the way I want to wake up, especially after not falling asleep until after 3am. Why is that you ask? Oh I decided to do a little homework and read one of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories.

Uh… a little warning would have been nice.

Like…hmm… (DO NOT READ BEFORE BED)

I had no idea that a story called A Tell-Tale Heart would be about a creepy dude with an even creepier eye who gets chopped up into little pieces and buried underneath the floor boards. I couldn't sleep after that. I couldn't get the sound of the beating heart out of my head. Did I mention it was creepy?

It took me a little over an hour to get ready and I was out the door. No breakfast, like usual. No mom around to care about the no breakfast. I made my usual stop at Tim Horton's for an iced cappuccino and headed to school. I pulled into the parking lot and took my usual spot, the last one available considering I was always the last one there. As I walked through the parking lot I looked over and saw Mrs. Dennison's car. I was sad for a moment as I thought about what I was told yesterday. I was so looking forward to the rest of the school year thinking of all the ways I could lay on my charm and make Mrs. Dennison blush (and maybe make her do a few other things) but now I was uncertain. She had lost her husband a little over a year ago. Was it wrong of me to imagine the things I was imagining? I know it was wrong of me to assume that I could have her, but I've never been one to do the right thing, especially when it came to girls or in this case, women. The look in her eyes when she talked to me, even though brief, told me it wasn't wrong. Yes, I know I was probably imagining things, but I had to pursue this. I just had to be careful. If that's even possible.

I walked into the empty hallway to my locker. I opened it, but then closed it quickly remembering that the only books I need were already in my bag, my books on Poe. I turned around and headed off to first period. I was tired as hell and the last thing I needed was to see the principal and there he was walking up to me with a pissed off look on his face.

"Miss Davies, do you need me to show you to your first period again, or shall I just send you home?" He said with his arms crossed over his puffed out chest. Easy killer.

"Actually, Mr. Goodman, I was just headed there. Uh to class that is. Had a rough night and overslept." Well the first part wasn't a lie. I couldn't exactly tell him that I was late because it took me an hour to get "hot" for Mrs. Dennison. Well that and stopping for my iced cap.

"Well just to be sure I will walk you there anyway. I know it's hard for you to find it considering you didn't find it for months." Wow…harsh much. Okay, he was partially right. However I didn't need any help now. I knew exactly where to find Mrs. Denn… I mean first period.

"Shall we?" He motioned toward the other end of the hallway and we were off. When we reached the door it was closed and he knocked softly and then opened it. As soon as I walked in I locked eyes with her and she tilted her head to the side with a disappointed look on her face and then with her head, she nodded towards my seat. Mr. Goodman didn't say anything. He just nodded at Mrs. Dennison and then left. Thank goodness. I was escorted to first period twice in one week by the principal and the first time was embarrassing enough. I sat down and heard Madison next to me snickering. Bitch and her snickering. I glared at her and she stopped.

"As I was saying, you have one more day to finish your paper on what you have learned about Poe so far. Tomorrow I will expect papers on my desk as soon as you enter this classroom." Wow... She was so sexy when she talked like that.

"I will give you the rest of the period to work on your paper. Get started." With that she sat down, put her sexy glasses on and started writing on the paper on her desk. She must have sensed my staring at her, she looked up and right at me.

Oh shit!

"Is there something you need, Miss Davies?" She asked me with her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Oh…um. No... Just thinking" What was with me? I had nothing. She gave me a questioning look and then went back to writing, thankfully letting it go.

I opened my bag and took out my books. I decided to read a poem this time, a love poem. No more freaky short stories about murdering, dismembering and heart beats. Eeek!

I opened the book looking for a poem when a piece of paper dropped down on top of it. I looked over at Madi, and she was smiling at me. She motioned with her head towards the paper. I picked up the neatly folded paper and slowly opened it trying not to garner any unwanted attention.

In Madi's girly handwriting: Lol. So smooth, Ash. Hope you're not trying to charm her with your words...

I shook my head and wrote her back: Fuck off, Mads. She thinks I am cute. Trust me...

I looked up real quick to make sure I didn't get caught and threw the paper back at Madi. She giggled quietly and starting writing something back. She tossed it back over to me...Yeah. I am sure she thinks you are just adorable. "Oh… um" Lmao. Give this one up, Ash. She is waaay out of your league, and duh...the teacher...

I looked over at her shaking my head and she was trying not to laugh. I wrote back: You will see. NO-ONE can resist the Davies charm.

I was about to fold the paper back up when I heard clicking.

Like heals on the floor clicking.

Like heals on the floor clicking and coming towards me.

I looked up and she was right at the side of my desk. She being, Mrs. Dennison. Again... Oh Shit! She looked down at the paper curiously. I swallowed hard. Then with the tip of her pen she pressed down on the paper and spun it sideways so she could read it.

Did I mention… OH SHIT?!

I just sat there staring at the back of the head in front of me. This couldn't be good. I faintly heard a giggle, this time not from Madison, from the very amused teacher standing next to me. I finally got the nerve to look up at her and she was smirking, but not looking at me, she was still looking at the paper. Suddenly she bent down and started writing something on the paper. She was inches away from my face. Her hair smelt so good.

OH MY GOD!

Then she stopped and walked away, back to her desk. She sat down and acted like nothing happened. I was staring at her dumbfounded when I remembered that she wrote something on my paper. I quickly looked down and saw her handwriting. Of course it was perfectly and beautifully written.

Everything about her was beautiful...

Oh, right, what did she write? Adorable as you may be, you should seriously take your friends advice 'Davies'...

Great… she thinks I am adorable. Well it's a start. She doesn't know it, but she just gave me some ammo and she ain't gonna know what hit her.