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Semester love.

Novel By: BrittanyBright21

For Rose, her first day back to school should be a breeze. She is beautiful, smart, athletic and overall popular. She doesnt expect to walk into her grade 12 math class and see a young and handsome man sitting there as her teacher.
She also doesn't expect to develop the feelings for him that she does.
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Submitted:Jun 23, 2013    Reads: 293    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

(This is a pretty short chapter, but trust me ALOT HAPPENS!)

Chapter 15

Light spilled in threw the window, covering the entire room. Hesitantly I open my eyes with a groan, knowing the initial light will hurt my eyes. The sun is coming in from the wrong side of the room I notice and sit up opening my eyes to inspect the situation. This is not my bedroom.
Shit, I am at Jacksons. I remember this and feel stupid for forgetting. I hadn't really seen the room yesterday due to 3 facts. 1. It was kind of dark. 2. I was kind of drunk. And 3. I was so nervous I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. I can feel my head thump, why did I drink so much wine? I look around the grand room trying to look for a sign of Jackson. He isn't here.
Cautiously I push myself out of the bed and start to walk toward the door. Once I walk out and into the hallway I realize I am only dressed in his t-shirt. I debate going back and changing but decide against it. He is the only one here and he has already seen me dressed in it last night. The only problem is that now I notice you can clearly see the bruise on my arm yet even with this thought I continue to search for Jackson.

The house is so goddamn big. I make my way to the middle of the house where two staircases meet at the bottom but wind up to separate sides on the floor I am on. I listen for his voice and hear it from the bottom floor. I assume he is talking on the phone and follow the sound. Jackson had carried me upstairs last night so I never saw the house. But now as I follow his voice I take in the house. It is all white based, the walls, the furniture, everything is white.
"I know Chris, I just don't even know what to do." Jackson's voice says from a room not too far away. He must be on the phone with his brother.
"Well, what do you want to do?" Another voice questions. Scratch my previous comment, he isn't on the phone with his brother. Chris is here.
"I want to be with her without any rules or regulations. However I know that is not going to happen. I am her teacher and also 10 years older than her, and there is nothing I can do to change that." The way Jackson's voice sounds is something I don't recognize. He sounds … defeated. I know they are talking about me based on the last sentence. I stop in my tracks and listen intently to the conversation, even though I know it is wrong.
"Jack," Chris starts. I have to supress my laughter. Surely if anyone else called Jackson 'Jack' he would kill them, but I suppose his older brother is aloud. "I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but you are right. Those things are never going to change and are never going to be accepted. What you need to do is ask yourself what is more important. Is it your profession, title, power and money; or is it her?"
"Her, she is the most important thing to me. Chris, I think I am in love with her." Jackson confirms in almost a whisper. My heart beats faster and I feel as if they can hear it in the next room. Did Jackson Stone really just say that he loves me?
"Then your decision is easy." Chris states and I hear their footsteps approaching the door. Shit, they're coming. They can not know I was listening. Quickly I look around trying to find a place to run or hide but there is nowhere. By the time I can even move my feet Chris steps out into the hallway.

"Oh, hello there." Chris says surprised to see me standing before him. I can feel a blush rising on my cheeks as I remember my outfit. I remove my eye line from Chris and look for Jackson. He is standing behind Chris leaning in the doorframe with a smirk on his lips. He is enjoying this.
"Hi." I stumble out.
"You must be Rose?" Chris questions.
"Uh, yeah I am. And you must be Chris." God Rose, make an actual sentence!
"I am." He smiles, "I have heard some great things about you, it is fantastic to finally meet you." He says and holds out his hand.
I reach forward and shake his hand, although my shake is almost pathetic. "I have heard very highly of you too. I apologize, if I had known someone else was here I would have put on clothes." I say and look at Jackson who is making no notion to save me. My cheeks are crimson and burning hot at this point.
"Don't worry about it. I think you look -"
"Leave. Chris, I think it is time for you to leave." Speaks my hero, finally coming to save me. He says it with a laugh obviously Chris is just teasing Jackson but it is at my expense.
"Fine. Well it was nice to finally meet you Rose. And Jack, I need you to fax me those contracts as soon as possible." Chris says looking over his shoulder at his brother.
"Yes Chris, I will. Tell the kids I say hi." Jackson says as Chris leaves.

In a moment we hear the front door close and again it is just the two of us in the house. Jackson stays in his spot leaning against the doorframe.
"How long were you out here for?" He asks.
"I was just coming down when you stepped into the hallway." I lie. He nods and pushes away from the wall coming forwards me, he wraps his arms around my waist and places a light kiss on my lips. He pulls an inch away and looks into my eyes.
"So I guess now your brother knows..?" I whisper.
"I told him about you weeks ago."
"But we have only -"
"Like I said, I told him a few weeks ago." He repeats himself. Obviously he told his brother about us before there even was an us. I smile and reach up to kiss him, pressing my lips against his softly. The kiss starts slowly but turns more passionate and urgent. My hands run threw his hair and pull him closer to me. Too soon he pulls away from me.
"I hope you don't mind if we stick around the house today." He murmurs.
"No, that is fine." I smile.
"Alright, well let's start with breakfast." He states and pulls me towards the kitchen.

While he cooks bacon and eggs I simply watch him. I realize that I love him. Is it that simple, he is cooking breakfast and I can just realize that I love him? Or did I realize it last night at the restaurant, or when he was at my house, or our first kiss, or the first day I saw him? I don't know the exact moment I fell in love with him, but sitting here now I know that it is true. I have no idea what the future holds or what will happen between us. However I know that for the time being, sitting in his kitchen with him teasing me about my wine intake I don't want to be anywhere else. I am in love with Jackson Stone.


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