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Izzy and Mr James First submission, comments welcomed (no characters in this story are underage) The one thing that Izzy hated the most about herself was her baby face. She’d always been teased about it. She had hoped that by the time she made it to senior year her ‘puppy fat’, as her mother called it, would have all gone away. But now she looked at herself in the mirror on the day of her PSATs and thought, what’s the point? College is all about falling in love, again and again. Who’s going to fall for ‘Baby Face’? Still staring in the mirror, she looked herself up and down. Her body was anything but babyish; she was 5’5, 120lbs with a pert, round ass the Kardashian’s would be proud of. Slender hips curved into her waist and up to her DD breasts, which looked even bigger thanks to her taught, flat stomach. ‘Maybe if I wore a paper bag over my head, maybe then someone would like me.’ She whispered to her reflection. Shaking her head she grabbed her bag and headed to school. All Izzy had ever wanted was to fall in love but she had never even been kissed. She didn’t really fit in well at high school; despite her baby face she had maturity beyond her years. She didn’t flaunt this because she didn’t even realise, all she knew was that she didn’t fit. Not with the Jocks, the Queen Bees, the Wannabes almanbahis or even the Geeks. Mr James on the other hand? He realised, boy did he realise. He’d never felt like this about a student before and he hated himself for it. Izzy was Mr James’ first ally in Potters Hill High, she was in her sophomore year when he started. He’d just moved to the small town with his new wife Clara who wanted to start a family out of the city. He’d expected the usual pranks and outbursts on his first day, at 28 he’d been teaching high school geology for three years, he knew the tricks. What he hadn’t expected was Izzy. It was the last class of day and the sophomores knew exactly what buttons to push, he kept his cool, he knew his 6ft toned tanned body would cause a stir among the girls which could trigger the typical jealous bravado in the boys. He was scanning the room, almost smug at how right his predictions were, when he saw her. She was sitting quietly somehow managing to look separate even though she was sat in the middle of the fray. Her piercing green eyes where assessing him, not in the lustful way the rest of the girls were, more in a curious, inquiring way. When his eyes locked with hers she was quick to look away but he couldn’t, as her cute face grew pink he felt a stir that he knew he shouldn’t. almanbahis yeni giriş As class ended, he was packing up ready to go home when he noticed a shadow across his desk. ‘Mr James?’ She had a sweet voice, ‘Hi, I’m Isabel but I prefer Izzy.’ ‘Hi Izzy, nice to meet you’ ‘I just want say that they aren’t always like this.’ She stuttered. ‘I didn’t mean to speak out of turn, it’s just that you looked a bit stressed earlier, well not stressed, your face looked cool enough but I could see it your eyes.’ Mr James looked closer at the girl in front of him, she looked young, sweet enough but young and rather underdeveloped for her age, although he chastised himself for noticing. ‘They play up, a lot, and I know we aren’t AP or anything but, just, they get bored, I mean not of you,’ she was going red again as she stumbled over her words, ‘competition,’ she finally got the word out,’ they like competition, something to get their teeth stuck into.’ He couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing, was this girl for real? Trying to tell him his job? How arrogant and self important was this kid? ‘Thanks,’ He said with a hint of humour, ‘I’ll bear that in mind.’ He soon learned that she was right and far from arrogant and self important; that tip made him one of the favourite teachers almanbahis giriş at Potters Hill High. As he walked through the halls this morning, he spotted her before she noticed him; she looked amazing, he couldn’t get over how much she’d grown, in more way than one. His little ally was now a young woman. He told himself off the millionth time for that feeling that stirred deep within him. She had her head down as usual, her golden blonde curls perfectly complimenting her pale skin. As she flicked a strand that caught on her lip she glanced up and caught his eye. ‘Morning Mr James,’ she gave him a slight shy smile. ‘Good Morning Isabel,’ she grimaced at him but they both knew well that he was the only one that could get away with calling her that. ‘You ok? You look a little stressed.’ ‘PSATs,’ she replied as if that answered everything. ‘Hmm,’ he wasn’t convinced, ‘Come see me after, let me know how you did.’ She nodded and walked off with her head down, he stole a look at her tight tight ass and walked into his room. You’re happily married. You’re happily married. You’re happily married. He told himself. It was getting towards the end of the day, Mr James glanced at the clock disappointed that Izzy hadn’t been in to see him. He had the Junior AP class, these kids were so clever he barely needed to be there. ‘I’ll be back in five,’ he said to the class as he walked out, knowing exactly where he was headed. As he got to the steel steps between the main school and the art dept he glanced down between the stairs and saw her fiery hair.

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