Unsolved Equations: A Standalone Teacher Student Romance, page 1
Unsolved Equations
Elaine Abbott
Unsolved Equations Copyright © 2015 by Elaine Abbott. All Rights Reserved.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20 | (Ty’s POV)
Chapter 21 | (Brooke’s POV)
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25 | 4 months later
About the Author
Chapter 1
I
leaped up and caught the ball in the air, landing with such elegance that it shouldn’t be allowed in football. The sun was radiating down on my already sun-kissed skin, and it had rained just hours before—so it was muddy. It was the perfect weather for outdoor activities, especially since it was the last day of summer before our senior year of high school.
"Brooke!" Ty’s brash and deep voice penetrated through my ears at an alarming rate.
"What?" I shouted, turning my attention towards him as Chad knocked into my body at full force, tackling me to the ground. My back smacked into the enormous sheet of mud within seconds.
Thanks for the late warning, Ty. I thought to myself as I laid sprawled out in the mud with Chad straddling me.
“Are you guys okay?” Ty jogged over, failing miserably at trying to hold in his laughter.
"Dude, get off me!"
"But, Brookie, I like this position," Chad said, wiggling his eyebrows down at me.
I let out an exasperated sigh.
Ever since I altered my appearance at the beginning of summer all the guys had been acting differently towards me. I used to be a total tomboy with frizzy blond hair that wore clothes that were two sizes too big and hid behind thick-rimmed glasses.
I had yearned to be the wallpaper of a crowded room, but instead I was constantly getting hateful comments thrown at me because of my appearance. I was determined to change my appearance and how I portrayed myself to others.
I dyed my hair chocolate brown, ditched my glasses, and started wearing more feminine clothes. The only issue with my sudden change was that the guys had been treating me differently.
I took my fist and drew back, punching him square in the face. He flew back off me, clutching his nose.
"You know you hit like a guy Brooke!" Chad hissed in pain.
"That's kind of a good thing." I smirked, getting out of the mud and up on my feet. I could feel my clothes sticking to me as I scanned over the guys, observing the way that they were all gawking at me.
"What now?" I crossed my arms, glaring at them.
"Nothing," Ty answered quickly, shifting uncomfortably back and forth on his feet.
"You guys need to stop acting weird around me. I’m still the same Brooke as last year, and the year before that and so on.” I threw my hands up.
"We're sorry," Mike spoke up for the whole bunch of them, though he wasn’t part of the problem.
"It’s not you that’s doing it, Mikey." I sighed, pinching the brim of my nose.
"Sorry for tackling you Brooke," Chad said, scratching the back of his head.
“You know that’s not the reason why I’m mad.” I glared. “I’m going to go and wash this mud off me.” I turned around and made my way inside.
I bounced down the stairs to my room and made a beeline to my bathroom. I stepped into the shower, staying under the pouring streams of water until it turned cold.
When I opened the bathroom door, Ty was sitting on my bed. I ignored him and walked over to my closet.
Ty and I lived next door to each other in a subdivision. He had been my best friend since the 6th grade and the same goes for our parents. We clicked instantly and had been inseparable ever since. Both of our parents work non-stop so they're never home due to business trips.
"The guys and I are going to be in the living room. I just wanted to ask if you want to watch a movie in there with us."
"Sure. Give me a minute,” I mumbled as he got up and walked up the stairs, leaving me to change. I threw on some lazy clothes, twisted my hair up in a messy bun and made my way upstairs to the living room.
I plopped down beside Ty on the love seat.
"Are you okay Brooke?" Cliff asked.
"That depends. Are you going to stop treating me differently?” I gave them a pointed look.
"We will try to stop treating you differently,” Chad muttered.
“That’s all I ask.” I rolled my eyes. “Let’s watch a movie now.”
Mike turned the lights off as Ty gave me a lopsided grin and threw his arm over my shoulder.
I was getting sluggish around the end of the movie, so I nudged Ty. “I’m going to bed. Make sure to lock the door when you leave,” I murmured before going downstairs and collapsing in a heap on my bed.
My senior year of high school began tomorrow. I felt like a whole new Brooke. For once, I was excited to go to school. I smiled at that thought and allowed my eyes to flutter shut; I fell asleep within milliseconds.
Chapter 2
I
paused in front of my floor length mirror. The girl staring back at me had chocolate brown hair that was in bouncy curls tumbling down her shoulders. She wore a white skirt, a blue flowing top, and black flats. Her skin was smooth and tan. Her piercing blue eyes were bright and had a twinkle to them.
It was difficult to believe that the girl in the mirror was me. I had never looked so feminine in my seventeen—soon to be eighteen—years of life.
I heard something shuffle behind me and seized the closest thing next to me. It happened to be a plastic water bottle. I turned around in one quick motion, chucking it in the direction of the noise.
"Ouch! Brooke!" Ty’s voice whined.
I let out a breath, relieved. "Oh, it's just you."
"Yeah, it's just me. By the way, if I was a killer, what good would a water bottle do?" He asked, looking all too amused.
"Um, get them wet and distract them.”
He laughed at me. "You look really hot. If we weren't best friends, I'd definitely try to get in your pants." Ty smirked.
I stood there with my mouth hung open for a few moments. "Ty! That is not flattering," I scolded, stomping over to him and punching him in the shoulder.
"Ouch. You really punch like a guy."
"I know this." I placed a hand on my hip.
"It was my way of saying you look pretty."
"Whatever weirdo, let's go," I said dragging him outside to my car.
My car was a beautiful red Shelby Mustang. I am extremely thankful for my parents in general and the fact that they bought this baby, I owe them everything.
"Nope." Ty steered me away from my car.
"What? We always take my car," I cried at the heartbreaking thought of leaving my baby.
"But then everyone will know it's you. Let's shock them," he murmured in my ear as I got in his car.
His car was a black ford fusion. It was the newer version and it’s great and all, but my mustang was way better.
"I like your thinking, Franks," I said in a spy tone.
Once we were parked in the student section I started feeling nervous. "I feel so weird."
"You look good. Now, get out of the car Brooke."
"I look exposed and I feel like a stripper."
"Brooklyn, you look beautiful. You’re covered up and what you’re wearing doesn’t come close to breaking dress code. You look classy, if anything."
"Okay, okay, I’m fine. Thanks Ty." I grumbled getting out of the vehicle.
A lot of our classmates stopped what they were doing and started staring and whispering.
Ty and I started walking over towards our friends, who also had their mouths open.
"Brooke! Is that you?" Chad asked.
"Are you stupid?"
Mike picked me up and twirled me around. "My little sister is growing up!"
"Shut it, Mikey." I laughed as he sat me on my feet.
“Look.” Chad nodded in the direction behind me.
I frowned, noticing what was making their way over to us.
"What?" Ty questioned.
“Stupid Kristen and her stupid posse are coming this way." I cringed.
Th
They were brutal, real-life mean girls.
She zero-ed in, strutting over, placing her hand on Cliff's chest.
"Hi. What's your name cutie?" She purred.
The rest of the girls were hanging all over the other guys, not one of them showing an ounce of self-respect.
"Cliff..." He trailed off.
I crossed my arms and snorted.
"Excuse me, who are you?” Kristen narrowed her eyes at me. “One of Ty's flings, I’m assuming. It’s nothing to be proud of, sweetie. He will be coming back to me at the end of the day. He’s mine and he will always be mine." She swung her hip and placed a hand on it.
My lips curved upward as I stepped forward. "Then why were you flirting with Cliff? It’s clear to me that Ty is his own human being. Why would he associate himself with someone like you?”
Her eyes got big and her mouth fell open in dismay. “Ty! Are you going to let her talk to me like that?
I rolled my eyes and the guys followed suit.
"What?" She glared and sniffled.
"Just leave it, Brooke. She’s not worth your trouble.” Ty patted my head.
Her eyes widened. "Brooke, seriously? Wow. You look normal."
"Thanks,” I said, shoulder checking her as I walked passed her into the school. Ty and the rest trailed behind me. The whole parking lot saw that incident, so I was betting that this would be one long day in hell.
"Thanks for saving me back there," Cliff said.
"No problem." I shrugged, smiling at him.
“I thought girls only did that in movies.”
“Yeah, I did too. Until high school came around,” Ty said.
"Ty, let’s go get our schedules." I interlocked arms with him as we walked towards the front office.
Senior Schedule:
1-English
2-Psychology
LUNCH
3-Journalism
4-Study Hall
5-Math
"We have three classes together!" I cheered, fist bumping Ty.
"First, fourth, and fifth.” He compared our schedules.
"To English Ty! Carry me!" I pointed in the direction of the class.
"You’re in a skirt."
"Well shit,” I grumbled as we walked to class.
We sat in the back with Chad and let me tell you; that class goes by way too slow for my liking and the teacher is dreadful. She assigned us a book to read by the end of the month and the book was not even a classic. It was just old and boring; kind of like her.
Once that mind-numbing class was over, Ty and I had to part ways until 4th and 5th period.
I strolled into my Psychology class and sat in the front. This class was going to suck majorly if I didn’t know anybody.
"Brooke!" a familiar voice said.
Perfect timing, my dear friend.
"Hey.” I grinned as he took the seat behind me.
"I didn't know you were taking this class."
"I didn't know either."
I laughed. “Oh, Cliff.”
"Brooklyn!" The teacher scolded me.
"Sorry," I apologized sheepishly, wondering how she even knew my name. Class hadn’t even started yet, lady.
After psychology was over Cliff and I met up with some of the boys and we went to lunch. I must admit, I enjoyed that period aside from the rude teacher. The class itself was interesting.
"Brooke!" I heard Ty call and in an instant I was being picked up and spun around.
"Ty! Let me down!" I giggled.
"You ruin all the fun." He sat me on the ground.
"Let’s get lunch then sit outside to eat, is that okay?" Everyone nodded to my suggestion.
They went to get their food and I snuck off to a picnic bench outside.
“Brooke?" Mike asked.
"Mhm?"
"Why aren't you eating? We normally can't get you away from food."
"I’m just nervous with it being the first day and all, don’t you worry." I smiled as I ruffled his hair.
"Let’s play football!”
All of them shouted obnoxiously in agreement.
I frowned.
"Don’t you want to play Brooke?" Ty asked.
"Of course, I do! But I can't." I chewed at my lip, motioning to my skirt.
"Sure, you can. Just don’t let it fly up." He instructed. “Not that any of us would complain if it did,” he teased, earning him a glare.
Once the bell rang, I said my goodbyes and left for journalism that none of them had with me.
A wave of urgency hit me on the way to class, telling me that I had to pee. I quickly sprinted inside the girls’ bathroom, entered a stall, and locked it. Once I finished my business I gripped the lock and attempted to slide it over, but it was stuck.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I groaned, trying to unlock the door once again but it wouldn’t budge. I slammed my palm against the door in frustration as the bell rang, signaling that we should be in class by now.
“Great,” I muttered, realizing my only choice was crawling under it. I got on my hands and knees then proceeded to crawl out from under the stall as fast as humanly possible. I washed my hands and then booked it out of the restroom, into the hallway.
As I bolted down the hallway, someone ran into me and a hot substance poured down my top.
"Hey asshole, watch where you’re going!"
The guy chuckled in response.
I looked up to give him a piece of my mind, but my words caught in my throat. He had sea green eyes and shaggy blond hair. His body was toned as far as I could tell through his clothes. He looked very professional, which was a major turn on itself, but I was completely mesmerized by those beautiful green orbs. I gawked for a minute or two, captivated until I realized where I was. I blinked as I noticed that he was checking me out as well. I cleared my throat to gain his attention.
"I'm sorry." His deep, melodic voice rang through my ears.
"You’re sorry? Well, great now that just makes everything better." I groaned, sarcastically. I was holding my top away from my skin so that it wouldn’t scald my skin even more.
"Come with me. I'll help you clean up." He chuckled at my reaction.
"You better," I muttered as we walked to the teacher's lounge since nobody was in there.
I walked over to the sink, grabbed a wash cloth and started soaking up the coffee from my shirt.
"You know, you owe me a coffee," He spoke, leaning against the wall, studying me.
"You know, you owe me a shirt." I aggressively pressed the cloth to my shirt.
"That’s covered. You can wear this," he said tossing a shirt at me. It was a dark blue flannel. It was soft to the touch and I assumed it was made of cotton. It smelled like man.
"Whatever." I jerked my, now coffee stained, shirt off in front of him. It’s just a body, the action was not meant to be sexual at all. I pulled on the flannel and buttoned it up. I looked up to find him gaping at me. "Thank you, Pervert," I snapped, pulling him out of his trance.
"I am not a pervert! You took your shirt off right in front of me!"
I shrugged. "I should probably get to class now."
His mouth dropped. "You're a student?"
"Yeah. Senior year." I fist pumped, sarcastically.
"Oh. Okay, well, why are you late?" He questioned, sounding a lot like a teacher.
"Because I may or may not have gotten stuck in the bathroom stall," I muttered, relatively fast.
His lips curved upward. "How did you manage to do that?"
"I don't know. The lock wouldn't work so I had to crawl under it! I wouldn't be as late if some asshole didn't bump into me spilling coffee all over me!" I tapped my foot.
"I said sorry!"
"Well, I have to go. Nice meeting you, I guess." I turned to walk away but he grabbed my wrist.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"If I see you again, you'll find out." I winked and walked out.
I finally made it to my class and went to sit in back by some girl. She had brown hair and big brown eyes. I had never seen her before.
"Brooklyn Kemps, I presume?" The teacher asked snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yes ma’am. I’m sorry that I was late. After lunch I had a... lady problem," I said, partly true.
"It’s fine. Don’t let it happen again though." She gave me a smile.
