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My Forbidden Love

It was a Monday, like any other day in the week being a Career and Business teacher I had many days in my week filled. Today my head was filled with the nonsense of school and how many students were in which classes. How should my day go? What other teachers there were to become friends with. All in the name of being a teacher. I pulled into the unfamiliar parking lot of my new school watching the other fellow staff members slowly slide out of their cars. I was sluggish but awake in a sense. I slid out of my truck and locked the doors as I walked towards the school entrance. It was then I first met him.

“Hold on a moment let me get that for you Mr….?” He said pulling his long golden brown hair from his face as it twirled in the wind.He had long eyelashes that curled so high even as he looked down at his keys for the door.

“Rivers. My name is Andrew Dorian Rivers and thank you.” I replied noticing his long blunt beard in the same golden brown tones.

“Nice to meet you I am Owen Erik Payne. Mathematics teacher Here at Saint Joseph.” he seemed to say in a warm beaming voice. His eyes were blue like the sea and I immediately wished I was swimming in them. I wanted to know them, wanted to know him. He was so mysterious. I don’t think I have ever felt this way about any one. Was this intimidation, jealousy even?
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Sunshine & Silver

“You’re Here!” I screamed as I ran to the front door and into Silver’s arms. I got a big whiff of his cologne,and almost knocked his wire-rimmed glasses off. He’d smelled like the cologne that I bought for him before he left for his business meeting. Cool Breeze I think it was called. It was tangy and sweet, but he was earthy and musky. He was sweaty for some reason. Silver smelled amazing though, he didn’t smell like chocolate... he smelled so much better, like how I’d imagine heaven smelling. He also had on his work suit, my favorite suit. His black jacket was undone with one sleeve out, his silky red tie slung over his shoulder, with his snow white button-up shirt untucked already when he walked through the door… he looked a mess. His jet black hair was tousled up, complimentary to the sweat trickling down his face, and his plain black pants that were amusingly too tight around him. They looked like they would cut him in half with the belt he had on! I smirked, trying my hardest not to laugh as the thought entered my mind that this man can’t even put on his pants without me. He looked down at me through his spectacles and grinned teasingly.
“What are you laughing about little miss Sunshine?”
“Nothing.” I said blushing and fluttering my eyelashes.
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Unexpected Love

He was so handsome it was uncanny. I felt like an oaf when I couldn't even get out a typical hello without stuttering.

Accounting is so boring, why did I want to go into this again? Does everyone hate their job as much as I do? Numbers, Numbers, Numbers... Blah Blah Blah! I get up from my desk, and go into that little lounge part where they have coffee... mmm coffee. I pour myself a cup, black two sugars, and get my Lasagna out of the fridge that I had packed from home, it was also my dinner last night, but don't tell anyone okay? People say it's not manly or it's girly to like things like cooking cleaning, taking care of people, or well just being me. I'm kinda feminine I know, but who cares? Not me! God, I should've been a hairdresser...
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Sherlock Holmes and the Red Ink.

As the apparent debt collector left he passed the papers to me with a huff, I glanced down upon the bottom of a page where, in red, was written 'a total sum of 103 guineas to be payed' et cetera, et cetera.

"This is not good Holmes," I say.
"I know it is not good Watson. It is clearly 'not good'. Why must you waste my time with such foolish statements."
"Fine but what are we going to do? This is not some criminal gang trying to extort money from you... it's the Bank of England man!"
"Be quiet Watson!" he shouted, "I need to think."

I had never seen Sherlock in such a mental state, the money had clearly been bothering him for a while and it was only now, after my input, that he forced himself to face the threat of bankruptcy.

"I need to think." His voice had taken on a softer edge, he slowly leaned forward and rested his head upon his palms.

"Holmes," I sat upon the arm of the chair across and talked softly to my friend. "Is their no way of accumulating this money?"
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