The next morning whizzed by. The happenings of last night stuck to Kacey’s memory like glue. She sat in class, with her supple lips parted, forming a small smile. Wes hadn’t come to class today. She was worried, but she couldn’t focus. And even though he acted like a complete jerk afterwards, she still thought of the fact that they had actually done it. They had accomplished the deed that was a sign of their love. (and a sign of rebellion, but let’s get to that later) Mr. Evans caught her dreaming. He loved to crush dreams, but he particularly let Kacey go. She was, after all, the prettiest and smartest and nicest girl ever. Perfect. Not really, if you actually knew her. But Mr. Evans, who was only 21 and Kacey was 19, had really liked Kacey. Of course, as a student. But there was a completely wrong and disgusting thought that appeared in his head when he saw her. And believe me, you do not want to know what that is. Mr. Evans was really hot, according to the other girls, with eyes like an angel. Awkward.