First off, if Teacher-Student romantic relations ain't your thing, this probably isn't the fic for you. Now that's out of the way, welcome to this new story. I received this prompt from Bloodspot and thought it looked interesting, something different. So, hopefully, I'll do a decent job of it.

This will mostly focus on Kate/OC pairing, but there will be Max/Chloe/Victoria stuff inserted in at times - and it gets complicated at points.

Part One: Decisions

Early October, Afternoon – Art Classroom – Nina's POV

It was the last class of the day and you could really tell with how restless some of the students in my class were getting. I couldn't really blame them. Being stuck in a classroom for two hours knowing freedom was so close did little for your sanity. Especially when it was so pleasant this time of year; the autumn months were my favorite.

I scanned the students in my class, remembering most of their names. The only boy in the class, Daniel DeCosta, was busy finishing off a sketch. Sat at the desk next to him was a girl with purple hair and a round face, Alyssa Anderson. In the central position was another girl with long blonde hair and hazel eyes, who smirked when our eyes connected – Rachel Amber. She was, as far as I could tell, a school celebrity. Perfect grades, pretty, a thriving social life including all parts of the hierarchy, ambitious and… flirty. Very, very flirty. That's something I had learned over the past month or so being at Blackwell.

Near the back to the left were two girls, Victoria Chase and Taylor Christen – members of the Vortex Club. The taller of the pair kept glancing over at another girl sat in the middle at the back. Brunette, soft blue eyes, and freckled skin – Max Caulfield. Blackwell was terrible for gossip and I had heard several rumors of a previous relationship between Max and Victoria, the blonde cheating on her with her best friend, Chloe Price. Further rumors suggested that there may or may not have been something between Chloe and Max too – some confusing feelings at least. It sounded like the plot for some kind of real life drama series, 'Desperate Housewives: Blackwell Edition'.

The final girl in the class was still listening attentively, taking diligent notes. She sat by the window to my left, blonde hair tied into a bun, hazel eyes and a golden cross necklace that glinted in the sunlight. Kate Marsh, a talented and diligent student. Her art style was very cute, suited to children's books. From the sounds of it, that seemed to be her aim. Recently she had seemed a little… flat, and I wasn't sure why.

Noticing that it was nearly the end of class, I began to wrap up. "So, for your next project I'd like you all to pick an artist or an art style, it can be one we are going to study or one related to any topic outlined in the module handbook, and – using the themes and style – create your own piece. I will discuss this more I future lessons but I would like you to start thinking about what you might choose. I shall arrange some times where you can discuss your ideas in the coming weeks." As if on cue, the bell rang signaling the end of class. "That's all for today. Have a good evening."

Everyone began packing up, chairs scraping across the floor as they stood. I began to pack up too, gathering my belongings ready to leave. I foresaw a hot bath and glass of white wine and a snuggle with my ginger cat, Oliver, in my not so distant future.

Before I could leave Rachel caught my eye. She smiled and came up to the front, leaning on the desk. "So, Ms. Langley, or can I call you Nina?"

She seemed to have taken a distant interest in me ever since I arrived, offering charming smiles in the corridors, volunteering for anything I ask the class, providing detailed and thoughtful answers with pride… dropping the odd suggestive comment in our brief conversations.

I returned her smile. "That depends on what's about to follow my name."

"Well, Nina," she said with added emphasis on my name, "I was just wondering how old you were. You managed to evade my question last time…"

Rachel had tried several times to extract my age. Each time I had managed to wriggle out of it, not wanting to encourage her too much. It was getting harder and harder to avoid giving her an answer.

"Twenty-two," I replied, realizing that she would keep asking me until I answered.

"Only three years older than me. Nice to know. I'm looking forward to our… future lessons. See you around." Finally getting the answer she wanted, she stood and gave me a wink before confidently swaggering out of the classroom.

I seemed to have drawn quite a lot of attention from the students, probably because I wasn't that much older than them – most were either eighteen or nineteen. Surprisingly, a large amount of that attention had come from the girls. Not all were so forward or flirtatious as Rachel, but they seemed comfortable talking to me.

Rolling my shoulders and waiting for the stragglers, I finally left the classroom and locked up. Not long now and I would be home. The gentle breeze felt incredible as I left Blackwell, sunlight preventing it from getting too cold. On my way to the parking lot, I noticed someone I recognized. A short, petite girl with a blonde bun – Kate. She seemed a million miles away, staring off into the distance, troubled.

I paused, wondering if I should ask her if she was okay. When I first met Kate, she was quiet, but cheerful, smiled a lot. Over the past week or so, she had become more withdrawn. I would regret it if I didn't at least check.

Decisively, I approached her softly calling out. "Kate, are you okay?"

She lifted her head, looking thoroughly miserable, her voice tired and defeated. "Oh, Ms. Langley… No, not really."

"What's wrong?" I asked, getting worried now. This wasn't right.

"I just…" Kate stopped, shoulders slumping. I knew that look, I'd seen it once before - much more desperate and hopeless, though. There was no way I was ever going to let something like that happen again. No way.

Cautiously, I sat down beside her. "You can tell me, Kate. If you want to. You don't have to, though."

She began wringing her hands, sighing. "Sometimes, people make fun of me, of my faith. Most days it doesn't get me down but… today's one of the off days, I guess."

I sensed that she could really use someone to talk to right now. "Tell you what. Whenever you need to talk to me, you can. I'm a pretty good listener, or so I've been told. No pressure, but the offers there if you need it."

"I don't want to be a bother…" she began, sounding a little hopeful.

Smiling, I shook my head to reassure her. "Kate, it's no bother at all."

That made her smile, genuinely grateful for the offer. "Thank you, I'll think about it."

I said my next few words on instinct, not really thinking about the potentially complicated implications. "Say, I know what you could use. Follow me." I helped her to her feet, sharing my plan. "There's a little diner in town, called the Two Whales. Don't know if you've been there before but they do amazing food. I find that helps when I'm feeling down. My treat."

Kate's smiled broadened, a flash of excitement in her hazel eyes. "That sounds great, actually."

All too late wondering if I should really be doing this, we went back to the parking lot, getting into my car and driving to the middle of the small coastal town. I let Kate choose something on the radio, a song I recognized as 'Crosses'. "Oh, I know this one."

"It's one of my favorites, helps me when I'm feeling a bit down," she replied wistfully.

It didn't take long to get to the Two Whales. Parking up, I lead Kate inside. It was pretty empty right now; a trucker taking a break, the odd passer-by who dropped in for a coffee. I slid into my usual booth, Kate sitting opposite. This place was very retro, an old jukebox on the far wall and a classic American Diner vibe. Sure, it could do with a lick of paint, but it felt cozy.

I handed her a menu, watching her look over her options. "Remember, this is my treat so order whatever you like. I recommend the Belgian waffles. They are to die for."

Looking up at me with a smile, Kate put the menu back. "Now I'm going to have to see if your tastes are trustworthy."

I ordered two sets of waffles and a pot of chamomile tea – learning that Kate was an avid tea enthusiast. Soon enough, our food and tea came and we got stuck in.

"So, want to talk about earlier a little more?" I asked as I poured both Kate and myself a cup of steaming tea.

She took the mug I offered her, swirling the steam. "Yeah, I do. I know it's silly, that it shouldn't bother me, but… it can be hard sometimes. Most people are nice about it, at least to my face. Others… not so much." Tapping her fingernails on the mug, she continued, "I know other people have it worse, mine's mostly just the odd name calling and sometimes there's something on my whiteboard. Well, there would have been if my friend Max didn't come along and wiped it out. I can always tell."

Nodding sympathetically, I took a sip of my tea. "People can be cruel sometimes."

Kate's expression softened as her hazel eyes met my brown ones. "Sounds like you have experience."

"It's a little different from yours, but yes, I do," I confirmed, remembering the time with vivid clarity.

Playing with her second waffle, Kate tilted her head to the side. "What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I don't mind," I replied instantly, not thinking about how much this might hurt to retell. "I… there was a girl in my class, a friend. We'd been friends for, oh three years or so. She taught me a lot about myself, who I really was. We… ended up dating in secret, but as always word got out eventually."

"I'm guessing people weren't very understanding," Kate concluded sympathetically.

I let out a soft exhalation of resignation. "No, not really. Some were worse than others. Anyway… my friend she… it got too much for her and she tried to…" taking a deep breath, I recalled the incident, "to kill herself."

Kate looked genuinely horrified by that. "That's… awful…"

"Yeah, it was. I found her, never going to forget that day. Her surrounded by a bunch of empty pill packets." Sometimes I had nightmares about that moment, instead where I was unable to save her. I had a few therapy sessions after, which helped a little. Didn't get rid of them completely, though. "Luckily, she made it to the hospital in time. Unfortunately, things were never the same between us after that. Some things you can't quite overcome, and I was heavily linked to that bad time. Not either of our faults."

"Where is she now?" she asked tentatively, uncertain if she should be pressing for more information.

I took a sip of my tea, gathering my thoughts. "She's in Seattle, I believe. Think she might have her own family now. Haven't spoken to her in a while now. Didn't want to bring back bad memories if she'd finally gotten her life sorted out, you know. Maybe one day I'll see how she's doing…"

Eyebrows knitting together, expression conveying sadness, Kate slowly shook her head. "That's really sad…"

I felt a lump in my throat, swallowing hard. "I loved her a lot, but I guess that doesn't always mean things will work out the way they're supposed to, the way you hope." Done talking about me, I turned it back around to Kate. "When I came across you earlier, you had a similar look to when she started getting really depressed. Not as bad, but… the early stages. Might have only been a one off but I didn't want to risk it."

Kate smiled gently when she heard that. "Well, I glad to see someone cares enough. I'm okay, though. I have Max, and you now. Some days are just harder than others."

"Don't I know it." I went back to eating, the waffles helping take away some of the regret. "Anyway, tell me a bit more about yourself. The happy parts."

"Well, I have a white and black bunny called Alice," Kate revealed, smiling at the mention of her pet.

"Reference to 'Alice in Wonderland'?" I asked, figuring that Kate seemed like the type to be into Disney films.

Her grin confirmed my suspicion. "Yes, very much so. I watched the Disney version to death."

Now seemed like a good time to bring up my own pet. "I've got a ginger cat called Oliver, coincidentally also named after a Disney film."

Obviously, Kate had seen it, a real Disney buff. "Oh, that one's so sad…"

"Honestly, most of them are," I pointed out, "At least from before the turn of the millennium."

"Fair point," she conceded, finishing off her waffles and putting her cutlery together.

If Kate didn't have any Disney related drawings, I would be very surprised. "I bet you must have a few Disney inspired doodles tucked away somewhere."

"I do, actually," she replied predictably. "A lot of childhood doodles and a few more recent ones. It really got me into drawing."

Curious, I refilled our tea. "I'd love to see them sometime, if you're okay with that."

"Yes, of course," Kate agreed enthusiastically, a flicker of self-doubt in her eyes. "I can't promise they'll be amazing but…"

"Kate, if they are anything like the drawings I've seen, they are," I encouraged. It was true, Kate had a real talent for drawing. Her pictures felt alive.

That got her grinning from ear to ear. "Thanks, Ms. Langley."

It still felt strange being called that. Guess I would have to get used to it eventually at school. We weren't at Blackwell, though. "Oh please, you don't have to be so formal. You can call me Nina, if you want."

She considered it for a moment, almost seeming embarrassed to use my first name. "Okay, well, thank you, Nina. I'll be sure to dig some out and show you when I can."

"I can't wait." Honestly, I was really looking forward to it.

Once we had finished up our tea, I took Kate back to Blackwell – she didn't want to miss curfew. It was starting to get dark by the time we got back, so I made sure to chauffeur her back to the Prescott Dorm building. She hesitated when we got there and, after an uncertain second, she hugged me. I wasn't sure how to react, returning the hug on instinct. I probably shouldn't have but it was hard not to.

A few seconds later, Kate pulled back. "Thank you for today. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it, Kate. Anytime."

Smiling, she waved me off and entered the dorm building, glancing back at me one last time before she disappeared. I found myself smiling all the way back home. This time, I'd made a difference.

Three Days Later, Morning - Blackwell Academy, Prescott Dorm – Kate's POV

When I woke up this morning I felt excited about my lessons today. I had art class first thing, already one of my favorites without factoring in my teacher, Nina Langley. She'd really cheered me up the other day, and I was grateful. It had been several days since then and I was still smiling. I'd seen her in the hallway once or twice, getting a warm smile in return.

I hummed to myself as I got ready, eager to start off the day. After feeding Alice and giving her a quick stroke, I headed out of my room. Before I left, I knocked on Max's door to check if she was up. I knew that art class was tough on her, so was photography class, all because Victoria Chase was there. Max had told me what happened between herself, Victoria and Chloe, a very complicated love triangle that I wasn't sure was over yet.

Surprisingly, Max was up and ready to go when I knocked. "Hey, Kate, how's it going?"

I hadn't told her about yesterday, not having the opportunity. "Pretty well, actually. You?"

"Tired, but not bad. Shall we-?" Before she could continue that thought, her phone went off with a call. "Hold on a sec, Chloe's trying to call me…" She frowned, debating her options. "Uh, you can go on ahead. I'll join you there."

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay around?" I offered, knowing that she might need some support.

She gave me a grateful look but shook her head. "Nah, it's fine. You go ahead. This'll be awkward enough. I don't want you to have to hear that. Besides, I don't want to ruin your perfect attendance record."

Clearly, Max needed some time to herself. If she wanted to talk to me about it later, she could. "Okay, well, you'll have to let me know what happens later."

Despite the situation, she managed a smile. "Just try and stop me."

Flying solo, I made my way to class. The grounds were quiet this early in the morning, plenty of students but all zombified, not having woken up yet. No doubt there would still be some rushing to class at the last minute. Almost there, I picked up my pace knocking into someone on the way.

"Hey, watch it," a gruff voice demanded, sounding irritated.

"Sorry…" I mumbled, not wanting to get in a fight with Nathan Prescott of all people.

He gave me a strange look, frowning. His blue eyes suddenly sparked with recognition. "Wait, I know you. Bible-basher Kate Marsh, right? You run that weird religious cult group."

Wincing, I managed a soft protest. "It's not a cult, and I'm not a Bible-basher."

"Uh-huh, sure." He didn't seem to believe me or care, a goading grin plastered to his face. "Bet you're doing all sorts of messed up shit, satanic rituals, sacrificing babies. I might just come to see that."

He was getting way too close now, my back nearly pressed against the lockers. How would I get out of this? I just had to pray he'd get bored… somehow, I doubted it.

"What do you think you're doing?" A familiar voice called out, making me sigh with relief. It was Nina.

Nathan backed off a bit, turning around to face her, unimpressed. "Just having a chat with Kate. What's it got to do with you?"

She drew herself to her fullest height, around 5'7, meeting his challenge without fear. "As a teacher at this school, it has everything to do with me. Blackwell has a zero tolerance for bullying, so I suggest you move along. Quickly."

"Teacher?" Nathan asked, giving her a once over. "Ha, you don't look old enough."

Nina offered him a smile, the slightest hint of smugness and a dash of controlled malice. "I'm sure Principal Well could corroborate my story, if you'd like to go to his office with me."

"Tch, whatever…" He skulked off, glaring at her before he rounded the corner.

When he was gone, she let out a deep sigh, the bravado wearing off. She gave me a worried glance. "Hey, you okay?"

"Thanks to you, yes. That's the second time you've come to my rescue." It was like in the fairy tales, the white knight swooping in the save the damsel in distress.

"Hopefully this will be the last time," she muttered, staring at the spot where Nathan had disappeared from before turning back to me. "If it does happen again, let me know or come find me, okay?"

"Yeah, I will," I promise, both of us moving into the classroom.

Max turned up a little late, apologizing before taking her seat. She seemed… a little annoyed. I would have to ask her about it later, give her the chance to vent. Class seemed to zip past, much too quick for my liking. Nina was a really good teacher, engaging and entertaining. Her presence made art class all the more enjoyable for me.

I wanted to stay around and chat with her, but I had another class to go to straight after. That was a disheartening realization. Maybe… maybe I could arrange a time to see her?

Before she could leave, I shuffled up to her desk. She noticed me immediately, smiling. "Ah, Kate, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Feeling nervous all of a sudden, I swallowed my doubt and steadied my resolve. "I… can we meet up later? I managed to find some of my old Disney drawings."

Nina smiled, broaden and warm. "Yes, of course we can. When?"

Feeling my heart do a little skip of excitement, I eagerly arranged a time. "After class, maybe?"

She nodded. "I can always spare some time for you, Kate. Art classroom okay?"

I found myself smiling at those words, glad someone was looking out for me. "Yes, that's perfect."

With that, I practically skipped out of the classroom, hoping the rest of the day would pass by quickly.

Early Afternoon – Chloe's House - Chloe's POV

I laid back on my bed, a lit joint clamped between my fingers. My phone call with Max had gone… poorly earlier. What else had I been expecting? She was pissed and betrayed, and I didn't blame her. I didn't mean to steal Victoria away from her, in fact if I could take it all back I probably would. I just wanted my friend back…

It had all started back at one of the Vortex Club parties. Max was going to come but ditched at the last minute, saying she had some homework. In the end, Victoria and I ended up going still. Honestly, it had been really fun dancing, drinking and smoking with Victoria. Not what I had been expecting.

We started hanging out without Max, whenever she was too busy or tired. That's when things started getting… confusing. At first, I though Victoria was a stuck-up bitch, not worthy of my best friend's time, maybe even jealous. Then I got to know her, realized she was a person with her own issues. I began to see why Max liked her, which was confusing as hell.

One night, Victoria and I got caught up in the moment and… we ended up kissing, a pretty involved kiss that nearly crossed a major line. After, we felt bad and had to tell Max, who was understandably angry and hurt. Now the three of us were in this weird limbo state, confused.

My phone went off with a message. I kinda hoped it might be Max, but it wasn't.

Victoria: Hey, doing okay?

Chloe: Max is hella pissed…

Chloe: …so no, not really

Chloe: tried to speak earlier

Chloe: bad move

Victoria: she just needs time

Chloe: I know but its hard

Chloe: I want to explain and stuff

Victoria: things will work out

Chloe: I hope so

What made this all the more complicated was that I kinda had a thing for Max, too. I had ever since we were teens. And… maybe she had too? We'd never taken it further than being friends, maybe too scared. There had been a kiss dare or two, but that was about it.

When Max told me she was dating someone, Victoria Chase of all people, I was frustrated. I tried to feel happy for her, but it was tough at times. I think Max knew it too, feeling conflicted. In my confused state, I ended up having a brief fling with Blackwell's very own celebrity, Rachel Amber. It had helped for a while, given me an outlet for my feelings.

I sighed, taking a deep hit of my joint and exhaling the smoke, watching it swirl in the air above me. One way or another, I would make this right again.

After Class – Art Classroom – Kate's POV

At the sound of the bell, I rushed out of my final lesson for the day, making my way to the art classroom. I clutched onto my bag, the drawings I'd uncovered held securely within. When I got there, I peered inside to find Nina already there staring out of the window.

My breath caught a little as the sunlight hit her, making her dark hair shimmer. She was a very pretty woman, gentle features. I'd seen Rachel try to work her charms on Blackwell's latest staff addition, not just her either. They had good reason to. Hesitantly, I knocked and was invited inside. I shut the door behind me, putting my bag on one of the desks.

Moving away from the window, Nina offered me a smile. "Kate, glad you could make it."

Swallowing my nerves, I retrieved the drawings from my bag, spreading them out on one of the desks. Nina came closer – I caught a subtle whiff of her perfume on the way – and leaned over to look at them. A smile formed on her face as she carefully studied my Disney-inspired drawings, coming from various films: Alice in Wonderland, of course, Snow White, Lady and the Tramp, the Aristocats, Mulan, the Lion King and so much more. Years of drawings.

Nina's expression softened as she found one related to 'Oliver & Company', the ginger cat. "These are amazing, Kate, not that I expected anything less."

She seemed to really like that one drawing, maybe it reminded her of her own cat. "I want you to have that one."

Surprised, she glanced back down at the drawing. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, never having been surer. "Positive."

If I thought her smile had been broad before that was nothing compared to now. "Thank you. This is definitely going in a frame. It looks so much like my little Oliver, he'll love it for sure."

On instinct, I returned her smile. "Consider it a thank you for saving me from Nathan earlier."

Nina's face hardened then, anger flickering in her light brown eyes. "I should've dragged his ass to Principal Wells while I had the chance…" she sighed, giving me a concerned look, "how are you feeling about it?"

"Still a little shaken up," I admitted. "He didn't do anything to me, he didn't get the chance. I should be able to stick up for myself, but I guess I'm too weak…"

Shaking her head, Nina gave me a reassuring smile. "Kate, you're not weak. Not in the slightest. Never think that about yourself, okay? Despite all the hardship, you keep true to yourself. That's what real strength is."

I found myself returning her smile. "You seem to know exactly what to say to cheer me up. It's nice to have someone to talk about all this with. I would turn to my friend, Max, but… she has her own issues to sort through. She's helped a lot already."

Nodding, she took a step closer to me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Just let me know if there is anything I can do for you, and I will do whatever I can to help."

"I will, thank you." It was nice to know someone had my back.

Two Days Later, Late Afternoon - Beach - Victoria's POV

Despite feeling bad about what we'd done to Max, Chloe and I couldn't just stop seeing each other. Not wanting to bump into Max and cause an issue, we decided to drive over to Arcadia's beach… if you could call it that. We sat down on the sand, her hand over mine as we gazed out over the calm waters. A few seagulls swooped lazily overhead, others floating on the surface of the sea.

"We messed up, huh?" Chloe mentioned softly, eyes fixed straight ahead.

Neither of us had planned this, neither of us wanted to hurt Max, and yet we had. Whether we meant to or not didn't matter.

"Kind of, yes," I agreed, feeling guilty all over again.

Sighing deeply, she glanced over at me. "There has to be some way we can make this work…"

"Maybe there is. It might take time and some awkward conversations, but… we'll manage, I think. In fact, I may have something in mind that will help us all." I explained my idea to Chloe, hoping she would be on board; I didn't see why not.

"You know, that might actually work… if Max is willing to forgive us," she added as an afterthought.

I pressed a brief kiss to her lips, reassuring. "Once she's thought about it, I'm sure she will."

Two Days Later, Evening – Nina's Apartment – Nina's POV

More than ready to relax, I plated up my food – a tasty slice of lasagne with salad, some garlic bread and a glass of wine – and sat in from of the TV. Time for some Netflix. Oliver, my ginger cat, didn't miss a beat, clambering on my lap and padding the fuzzy red checked blanket. I scratched behind his ears, hearing the purring intensify, before eating.

It didn't take long for me to feel sleepy. Ready to turn in for the night, I grabbed a hot shower and got changed into my pajamas. I smiled as I walked past Kate's drawing that had taken pride of place in a frame on the wall near my bedroom door. Oliver patted my foot impatiently, meowing to hurry up and get to bed so he could get snuggled up.

"Look, Oliver, it's you," I cooed, holding the ginger cat up to get a better look. He sniffed the frame, curious, and purred. "Kate's talented, huh?"

Grinning to myself, I brought Oliver into my room and plopped him on the bed. Switching off the light and taking my eye mask, I joined him. The second I got under the covers, he started his nightly routine to get comfortable, curling up beside me.

My mind wandered back to Kate, how happy she had been to show me her drawings. "You know, I think you'd like Kate, and I'm sure she'd like you too, even if you are a little rascal sometimes." He made an indignant 'hmph' at that, brown eyes turning to me. "Hey, it's true and you know it."

I wondered what she was doing now, probably fast asleep by now. Kate seemed like the 'early to bed, early to rise' type. I wondered if she was smiling now too, content. That was my last thought as I drifted into a deep sleep.

"Nina…" an oddly familiar voice called out to me, one I hadn't heard in a long time.

"Izzie?" I replied, dazed and confused.

"What are we even doing?" Izzie asked, sounding hopeless.

I frowned, confused. "I don't understand."

"This used to be so good," she replied, soft and resigned, "…and now it's not. Everyone's made sure of that."

"They don't matter, Iz," I reassured, trying to cheer her up. "They can think what they want about us. So long as we're together, we can do this."

"If you say so…"

Then, the voices faded away to silence, a gruesome scene emerging. There Izzie was, slumped on the bathroom floor, unconscious and unmoving, surrounded by pill packets, so many…

My eyes opened abruptly, the image burned into my retinas. Cold sweat coated my forehead, breathing uneven and heart racing. It had been a nightmare… but also reality once in my life. That had been the last conversation I'd had with Izzie before she swallowed a bunch of pills and tried to kill herself. Even after all these years and the therapy sessions, it still haunted me. Oliver was still curled up beside me, oblivious to my rude awakening.

I rubbed my face, getting my breathing under control. "It's okay, Nina, you managed to get Izzie help in time and she's doing fine now." I didn't know that last part for certain, but I had to believe it.

Then, I remembered the way Kate had looked before, so desperate and vulnerable. Whatever happened next, I would make sure she didn't suffer the same fate Izzie had. Whatever it took.

Afternoon, Art Classroom

While teaching, I kept glancing over at Kate to check how she was doing. She seemed happy enough, taking notes at her usual pace. A promising sign. Every now and then she caught me staring, offering a smile that made me forget my train of thought for a split second. I hoped no-one would notice. It would be hard explaining.

Somehow, I managed to get to the end without too many blunders. I also noticed Victoria giving Max some uneasy glances, looking like she wanted to discuss something with her – very likely related to a certain blue-haired punk. I had seen the girl in question around school, looking thoroughly miserable at times. In fact, that word could be used to describe all three of them. Love was often complicated, and people got hurt along the way.

The bell rang, ending class for the day. As usual, everybody packed up to leave, eager to return to their dorm rooms or wherever else the needed to be.

One of the first ready, Rachel came up to my desk, close enough so only I could hear her. "So, our resident cutie Kate Marsh has caught your eye, can't blame you. I saw you staring at her, quite a lot too." She tucked her hair behind her ear, voice filled with flirtation. "Guess that means there's a chance you might consider me a viable option after all."

Not really understanding what she meant by that, or not wanting to more like, I frowned. "What?"

Instead of replying, Rachel simply smiled, charming and smug, before leaving. I glanced back at Kate, who was busy collecting her pens and pencils. Ignoring the impish blonde's words, I too began packing up. Soon enough, everyone had left… except for Kate.

She approached my desk, smiling. "Hey, Nina. I was wondering if you would accompany me somewhere. And before you ask, it's a surprise."

After a moment of hesitation – mostly thanks to Rachel – I agreed. The reminder of Izzie was too fresh in my mind to decline and I didn't want to make Kate sad again. She smiled, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me along. Her hand was soft and warm, a few small callouses on her fingers. Did she play an instrument? I'd have to ask her later.

We left Blackwell's main building and looped around the back, heading to a quiet grassy spot hidden away from the majority of campus. She encouraged me to sit down on the bench, joining me.

"This is where I come when I don't want to be bothered. Not many people come this way," she explained. "My safe haven. I wanted to share it with you because you've helped me."

A squirrel darted across the grass, swishing its tail. Kate chuckled softly, taking a small bag and throwing the nut-seed mix near the animal. It snatched it up, nibbling. A few birds also gathered, pecking at the handfuls she threw.

She paused, watching them all scurry up and chow down. "Samuel said I could feed the animals whenever I wanted, that they would appreciate it. I think he was trying to cheer me up, in his own way."

I had seen Samuel around, Blackwell's janitor. Most people found him creepy, admittedly he didn't do himself too many favors. Still, I didn't think he deserved it. He was probably just misunderstood, like a lot of people in life. He was harmless, not like Nathan Prescott.

"I haven't spoken to him much," I admitted, "but he sounds nice."

Kate nodded firmly. "He is, intense but kind. I can relate to him a little, people making fun of him for no reason. He just sees things differently from most people."

"Guess I can relate too," I mumbled, remembering just how cruel people could get.

Throwing another handful of seeds, Kate gave me a hesitant look. "I hope you don't mind me asking but… how did you cope? When people were making fun of you, how come you didn't just give up?"

Giving the question some serious thought, I finally answered. "Honestly, once or twice I wanted to just hide under my blanket and never move again. I had someone to keep getting up for, someone to support… even if I failed Izzie in the end."

She shook her head, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder to get my attention. "You didn't fail, Nina. Because of you, she's alive. And you definitely helped cheer me up. People keep us alive, good people like you."

When I looked at Kate then, felt my heart skip a beat at her earnest expression, I wasn't so sure I was a good person.

Evening – Max's Room - Max's POV

I sat at my desk, hand propping up my head. How had things become so messy and complicated all in such a short space of time? All my thoughts and feelings were jumbled up, confused. I still had major feelings for Victoria, even after the breakup, and I still wanted to hang around with Chloe like always, but I didn't know if I could right now. My heart wouldn't let me.

Honestly, I just needed time to think it over, get my priorities straight and get over myself.

My phone buzzed with a message from Kate. I felt bad for practically ignoring her these past couple days in my moody state.

Kate: Max, are you around?

Max: in my room

It didn't take her long to get here, knocking before she poked her head around the door. I motioned for her to come inside, pointing her to the bed.

She sat down, hands in her lap. "I just wanted to check up on you."

"We haven't seen much of each other, huh? Sorry…" I felt like such a shitty friend. Kate had been going through a tough time and here I was moping about bullshit relationship drama.

Kate shook her head. "Max, please don't apologize. I know… you're finding it difficult right now."

"That's putting it mildly," I mumbled under my breath.

"Have you…" she stopped herself, uncertain how much to ask, "talked to Chloe and Victoria about this?"

"I want to, but…" I sighed, trying to put this as simply as possible, "each time I try, I end up making it a bigger mess, saying things I regret. I think it's best to sort things out in my head first. Anyway, enough about me. How have you been?"

Kate smiled, genuine and easy. "Actually, I've been doing well, thanks."

I couldn't be happier that she was happy. "I'm glad to hear that. I know things haven't been good for you recently, and I've not really been much help…"

"Max, you have," Kate reassured. "You've been the best friend everyone wants."

"You flatter me." I wasn't so sure I really was that, but Kate obviously thought so. "Seriously, I'm glad to see you're coping okay. If you need anything, come see me. I'll always find time for you."

"I will, Max," she promised with a smile.

"Now, how about we catch up on the tea date we missed last week?" I suggested.

"I say, definitely." Kate seemed to be in a really good mood today. And I began to wonder if something special had happened to her…

Three Days Later, After Class - Prescott Dorm – Kate's POV

I hummed to myself as I entered my room, happy. I had art class today, putting me in a good mood. Nina had seemed a little… distracted, which did make me wonder if she had something on her mind. Maybe I should ask her next time… if I had her number, I would call or text like I do with Max.

Would she give it to me if I asked?

Setting my bag down on the floor, I went over to Alice's cage and let her run around while I practiced my violin. I chose a song very dear to me – 'Crosses'. I'd made a special attempt to learn it ever since hearing the song for the first time. Despite being forced to play it since I was little, I'd grown to love the instrument. An escape. I could get lost in the music, another world.

In my mind, I was in a forest, tall trees and crystal rivers. Nature surrounding me, birds chirping and animals calling softly. This time, Nina was there, smiling and coaxing me forward. She was as much an escape as the music. We danced and laughed, enjoying the scenery. It was just us. And that made me so happy.

When I reached the end of the song, I sighed and packed my violin away. Alice was under my bed, trying to cause mischief. I scooped her up, giving her a stroked and getting a carrot for her to nibble on. Sitting on the floor, I placed her in my lap as I continued to stroke her, sighing lightly and smiling.

What was Nina doing now? She was probably at home with her cat. Or maybe she had gone out for the evening. Did she have anyone else waiting at home? That thought made me feel sad for a moment. I hadn't even considered if she was seeing somebody before now. She never mentioned it, but I shouldn't assume.

Maybe I should ask her the next time I saw her, just to sate my curiosity.

Evening – Victoria's Room - Chloe's POV

Now was time to put Victoria's plan into action, or try to at least. Max might not want to listen, but we had to give it a shot. Figuring that it might be easier if I texted her with an invitation, I took a deep breath and dropped her a message.

Chloe: Max

Chloe: we need to talk

Chloe: please don't ignore me

Max: where are you?

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should say or whether that would just make her sad and mad. No point lying…

Chloe: Victoria's room

While I waited for a response I glanced over at Victoria, who gave me a reassuring smile despite looking worried herself.

Max: gimme a sec

At least she had replied, that was progress. Victoria and I waited with bated breath, eyes pinned to the door when we heard a soft knock. Getting up, I opened the door to find Max there.

She glanced up at me, eyes filled with conflicting emotion. "Hey."

I stepped aside to let her in, watching her falter for a moment before stepping inside. She noticed Victoria on the bed, sitting down on her desk chair opposite. I joined the blonde on her bed, not sure what to say now we were here. All the time I had spent planning what to say and I forgot it in an instant.

"So, Max, we wanted to…" Victoria glanced over at me for confidence, "discuss a few things with you."

"I'm listening," she replied, tone neutral.

Swallowing hard, I began. "I know what we did was… unforgivable. And I'm sorry it ever happened. We didn't mean for it to happen like that and we really didn't want to hurt you."

"We can't take back what we did," Victoria added, confirming she felt just a bad, "but we might have come up with a solution."

That seemed to pique Max's curiosity. "What?"

"So, you and Victoria clearly like each other. Same with me and Victoria, and I am pretty confident we have… something there," I summarized, outlining the situation as succinctly as possible.

Not saying a word, Max nodded confirming those assumptions.

It was Victoria's turn to take over. "It seems silly that we're all hurting over this when we might not have to. If we all like each other, then… why can't we just make a go of it?"

Max's blue eyes widened a fraction as she considered the implications. "Wait… are you suggesting we…?"

"The three of us, together," I concluded. "I mean, sure it might be a little strange at first, but why leave someone out when we don't have to? It's not unheard of."

"You don't have to do it, and we understand if you don't want to, but…" Victoria's expression softened then, "I still like you, Max. And I like Chloe, too. I don't want to stop liking or talking to either of you."

Not wanting her to feel pressure, I added as an afterthought, "You don't have to answer now, I mean we were still assholes for making out without even discussing it with you, but… I think this could work."

Max considered her options for a moment, giving them some serious thought. "Give me some time to think it over."

Victoria and I exchanged hopeful glances, nodding eagerly. At least she wasn't outright rejecting the idea. Maybe this might work after all.

Two Days Later, Afternoon – Art Classroom – Kate's POV

Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to talk to Nina before class, so I spent the entire lesson thinking about whether or not she might have someone special in her life. Why did it matter so much to me? Maybe I just wanted her to be happy. She'd had it rough from what she had told me with Izzie. It seemed like she still loved her, even after all this time. I could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice when she was telling me before… still hurting. That made me feel even worse. I didn't want her to feel sad.

When I caught her eye, she gave me a subtle smile before turning her attention back to the rest of the class. Her smile helped put my mind at ease at little. I could listen to her voice all day; warm, deep and husky. She was pretty, too – long dark hair, intelligent brown eyes, delicate features, taller than average. If she was a student at Blackwell, the boys would be all over her… not that it would get them anywhere. Some of the girls would, too. The whole teacher thing didn't seem to bother some people like Rachel, who had been working her usual charm.

I felt something then. A flicker of… jealousy? Why?

Pondering that confusing feeling, I heard the bell ring for the end of the day. Shaking my head, I packed up noticing Rachel saunter up to the front to talk to Nina. She didn't stay long, smiling as she left. Again, a stronger sense of jealousy. What was going on with me? I needed to have another chat with her.

Waiting for the others to leave, I approached her. "Nina, can I talk with you now?"

She smiled, gentle and warm. "Of course, Kate."

I leaned against her desk as she came around the front. "This might be too personal but… Do you… have anyone special?"

"You mean like a girlfriend?" she asked, to which I nodded. The question caught her off guard, confliction flickering in her eyes as she cautiously replied. "No, I don't." I let out an involuntary sigh of relief hearing that. It made me happy… for some reason. Looking hesitant, her eyes met mine. "And you?"

"I…" her stare was so intense right now, making my brain stop working for a moment, "not right now."

She gave me a knowing smile. "Sounds like you might like someone at least. They'd be lucky to have you."

"You think?"

Nina didn't reply to that straight away, expression shifting slightly as she stared at me. She seemed to be searching for something and it made me a little embarrassed. I felt my cheeks flush but I couldn't look away.

Nina's POV

In that moment, I froze up. What was I doing right now? Was this really the kind of discussion I should be having with a student after class? Probably not, it was inappropriate, but with Kate, the answers came out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Then, I saw it. That one look I dreaded more than anything to see from a student… They had warned me about this, getting too close. And yet, I had. Kate was slowly but surely falling in love, the very early stages of attraction… with me, her teacher. Worse, I… I wanted to see that look from Kate, which was confusing. I hadn't even considered it a possibility before. Did Kate even realize it yet? Somehow, I didn't think so.

Then, I felt a pang of… longing? I knew I shouldn't but… in that moment, I forgot she was a student and saw her as a young woman for the first time. No denying she was pretty. If I met her in a nightclub, I'd definitely ask her for a dance, maybe more. Professionally, I knew this was wrong on so many levels, but that didn't make my newly discovered feelings change. Not one bit. There was a very small age gap between us, only four years, and Kate was eighteen. Under different circumstances, it might have been okay…

What was I even doing now? Trying to justify it… no, I had to stop this before it went too far. Before it was too late to turn back.

"Kate, I…" I faltered, my mouth temporarily refusing to say what they must, "really don't know if we should be doing this anymore, meeting up after class like this."

Kate's expression shifted, confused and… hurt. "Why?"

"Because…" I tried to think of a subtle way to put this and hoped she would understand, "it's dangerous, for both of us."

"Dangerous?" She repeated, trying to make sense of this sudden outburst. "I don't understand and… I don't want to stop. You're one of the only people who's ever truly listened to me, helped me."

This was so painful, seeing the trust in her eyes waver, but it had to be done. "I don't either, Kate, but… it's getting to the point where it has to. Otherwise…"

"Otherwise, what?" Kate pressed, more than a little frustrated by the lack of a straight answer.

Resolve steadily waning, I sighed deeply. "Otherwise, I won't be able to stop even if I want to. And that will cause no end of problems for you. I don't want to…" What I wanted to say was 'I don't want you to suffer because of my selfishness,' but I couldn't say it. "I want you to be happy, for this to all be easy for you."

"You are making things easier for me," Kate insisted with a fond smile. "Talking to you is better than anything. I've never met anyone like you before, Nina."

"You sure know how to make this hard, huh? Okay then, I guess I'm going to have to be clearer about why this is dangerous…" Hating myself for this, I pushed Kate back up against the desk, arms either side penning her in.

As expected, Kate was surprised by the move. Her hazel eyes widened as her legs hit the desk, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights. She was trembling a little, trapped. It made me feel terrible, but it had to be done. I had to make her understand and this was the only way to scare her off.

I leaned in close to her, face inches apart. I could feel her breath on my skin, warm, as I warned her in a low uneven voice, "Now, do you see why it's dangerous? I… this is something I'm not supposed to want and yet… I want it, so bad. Want you…"

For just a moment sense vanished and I wanted to kiss her, press my lips against hers. I had a feeling they would be soft, inexperienced. It might even be her first kiss… Then I realized what I was thinking, stopping abruptly before it got worse, and once again felt disgusted with myself.

Instead of kissing her, I rested my head on her shoulder and let my shoulders slump. "I'm sorry, Kate. I really am. I wanted to continue supporting you, to give you what you need, but I can't be that person anymore. Not while I have these selfish thoughts. I'm sorry…"

Then, I felt arms encircle me. She was hugging me… which made it so much worse. Before I could get too comfortable, I pulled back and took a step back, standing straight. I could feel tears sting at my eyes and swallowed hard to stop them from falling.

"Now, I'll… see you in class tomorrow, Ms. Marsh," I said in a strained voice, leaving her there thoroughly bewildered by what had just happened.

I might get in trouble for what I just did; hell, I practically sexually assaulted her – many people would see it that way. And they might be right. I was assuming Kate felt the same as me, but she had never told me… it was very likely I was just projecting my feelings onto her. Yet, I so very nearly let go of logic and reason, abused my power. Even if she wanted to go down this route, our relationship would be considered as such by the law.

Maybe it would be better if Kate did report me, that way I wouldn't be able to follow up on these thoughts. People would know what I was… give me the judgment I deserved. It might stop these feelings, show me once and for all without a doubt that this was not appropriate.

From now on, I would make sure to keep my distance. I was her teacher and she was my student, nothing more… I really wish my heart believed those words…

Kate's POV

I watched Nina leave, still in the same spot against the desk. What had just happened? One minute we were talking and the next… I blushed at the memory, her face so close, eyes intense and longing. In a daze, I returned to my dorm room, slumping down on my bed. My heart was still racing, was it from fear or… anticipation? Maybe both? That was a confusing thought. What did it all mean? Honestly, I didn't think it was fear. So, that left one option…

Things started making sense in that moment, which terrified me. What would my parents think, the people at my church? They would be disgusted, ostracize me. Not to mention it would get Nina in serious trouble. I didn't want that… but I didn't want to never talk to her again, either. That possibility made me want to cry. She obviously cared, she wouldn't have done what she did otherwise.

Feeling tears well up in my eyes, I went over to Alice's cage and took her out. "Oh, Alice... what do I do here?" Alice's whiskers twitched as I sat down on the floor, putting her in my lap to stroke her. "I... I do like Nina, a lot, but... is it the same way she sees me?"

My cheeks heated up more, feeling shaky. Did I... 'like' like her? That was a very confusing question. Up until now, I'd assumed I was straight. Never questioned it. Yes, I got on well with girls, take Max as an example. And yes, I had very few male friends, Warren the only one I could actually think of right now. I'd never had a boyfriend before, never really been all that interested. Some people might consider that a sign. But did that mean… When and how did someone know they might be…?

I needed to talk to someone about this. Max… she might be able to help. She'd been with a girl before. Biting my lip, I dropped her a text.

Kate: Max I need to talk with you

Kate: its important

Max: sure thing

Max: swing by whenever

Exhaling deeply, I pocketed my phone and made my way to her room. Before I could chicken out, I knocked on her door and stepped inside when invited. Max was lying on her bed, a troubled expression like she was debating something. When she noticed me, she sat up and patted the space beside her on the bed.

"Max, you okay?" I asked, noticing the confliction in her eyes.

"What, oh… I think so," she replied distractedly.

Before I even began to discuss my problems, I had to check on her. "What happened? Please, you can talk to me if you need to. Consider it payback for what I want to talk about."

Shifting slightly, she let out a sigh. "Well, I had a chat with Chloe and Victoria the other day and, uh… they suggested something that might sort everything out."

I knew how much the whole Chloe-Victoria thing had been affecting her lately. If there really was a way, that was seriously great. Although, Max seemed hesitant. "Really? That's good news, right? What did they say?"

She cleared her throat, playing with the bands on her wrist. "They pointed out that we all kinda like each other and that is was stupid to… continue as we were. That there was nothing stopping us from… making a go of it together. The three of us."

The option caught me off guard for a moment, and I could begin to see why Max might be uncertain. "And what do you think?"

That made her frown slightly. "I dunno, Kate. I mean, it would solve the main problem, but… it's a big step, you know. If they'd suggested it before… everything, I probably would've accepted the offer without question. And I know it seems silly to drag it out…"

I shook my head. "No, Max, it doesn't. You were hurt, and rightly so. As much as Victoria might not have meant it, she basically cheated on you with your best friend – someone you also like, from the sounds of it. It's understandable you'd be upset, angry, confused… whatever you're feeling now."

"I'm more confused than anything, honestly. Not that I wasn't angry and upset before. I seriously hulked out. I just…" she hesitated, trying to find the right words, "…want to make sure this is the right decision. For that to be the case, I have to sort out all the negative feelings before I agree. I don't want to go into this if I'm just going to be bitter and ruin it."

She had really been giving this some thought. Gently, I squeezed her shoulder. "Listen, Max, I'm sure Chloe and Victoria understand. And the fact they told you, suggested this and have given you time to think over this means they care."

"Yeah, I know they do. Guess I just need to get over myself." Exhaling deeply, she managed a smile, looking a little happier now she had gotten it off her chest. "Anyway, enough about me. What did you want to talk about?"

"Funnily enough, it's kind of related." Mentally preparing myself, I swallowed back my apprehension. I could trust her with this. "Max, did you… always know that you… liked women?"

She seemed momentarily surprised by the question, thinking it over. "Huh, well, I guess there was pretty much always something there in the background. My parents have been pretty open about it, and they liked to tease me about Chloe, how close we were. Her parents were the same. Guess I've never really seen it as a restriction. Why did you ask?"

"Well, I… I've been questioning lately. Wondering if…" The words got caught in my throat, refusing to leave my head.

"Did something happen?" Max prompted, looking a little worried now.

To protect Nina, I wouldn't mention her directly. I did trust Max, but it was safer to keep her identity a secret for now. "Yes, it did. I… there's someone I've been very confused about lately. I'm not sure if I like her or…"

"Kate, it's okay," she reassured, putting her hand on my shoulder. "You can talk to me about it. So, what's she like?"

An involuntary smile crept onto my face. "Really just amazing, Max. She really listens to me, and she's helped me numerous times. All she does is encourage and talk to me like a person. The other day we…" I paused, blushing a little again. "I think we almost kissed, but she pulled back. I think she's scared."

"Why's that?" Max asked, curious.

"There's… a slight age gap, only four years," I was quick to add, not wanting her to jump to conclusions.

"So, she's twenty-two?" Max summarized hesitantly.

I nodded, averting my eyes for a moment. I didn't think she would judge me, but I was a little worried. "I know some people might find that… odd or wrong, but I am eighteen."

Gathering her thoughts, Max finally spoke again. "Do you actually like her like that?"

Here came the crux of the matter. "I… maybe. When I thought she was going to… kiss me, I felt confused but… also a little disappointed when she didn't. My head was swimming, heart racing. Her eyes were so… intense."

Max nodded to herself, considering what I had told her. "I'm no expert, but… sounds like maybe you do like her, at least a little. I mean, have you ever felt that way about anyone else before?"

"No, I haven't," I admitted cautiously. "This was the first time I ever felt like that, which is why I'm even more confused that my first major crush might be on an older woman."

"Listen, Kate, if you came to me and said she was a forty-something creep, I might tell to rethink this. But… four years isn't much, and so long as you want this, that you're not being forced into it…" A flicker of concern entered her blue eyes then.

I could understand why she might be worried about it. "I'm not, Max. Promise. She seems really aware of that, which is why I think she didn't kiss me the other day."

"So long as you do what's best for you, Kate. If she makes you happy, and you want to do this, then… I'll be here to support you, whatever your decision," she finally replied, determined.

Beaming, I pulled her into a hug. "Thank you, Max. You have no idea how much that means to me."

Happily accepting the hug, she wrapped her arms around me. "Anytime, Kate."

I felt a little bad for still keeping parts secret, but I didn't want to put Nina at more risk than she already was. Or force Max to hide the whole truth. Maybe one day I'd reveal all.

Two Days Later, Evening – Victoria's Room - Victoria's POV

It had been several days since we first proposed my plan to Max. We'd kept our distance, giving her plenty of time and space to consider her options. She had always been cautious when making decisions, taking every single possibility into account.

The suspense killing me, I turned to Chloe who was lying down on the bed next to me. "You think Max will agree?"

Chloe shifted, theorizing. "I… maybe. Could go either way, but I think she is giving it some serious thought."

Before I had the chance to reply, my phone went off with a text from Max.

Max: You guys in?

Victoria: yes, we are

We sat up, inviting Max in when she knocked. She nodded when she saw us, taking my desk chair again. After some time, she sighed. "I've given it some thought and… I want to try."

"Seriously?" Chloe seemed just as surprised as me, in the best way possible.

Max nodded firmly. "Yes, I do. I've been thinking a lot about this. I… like you both, which might be why I've been feeling even worse about this. If there's a chance to salvage this, I want to take it."

So glad it turned out like this, I smiled at her. "Thank you, Max, for giving us another chance."

"I… I know you didn't mean to hurt me," Max began hesitantly. "These things happen sometimes. And I am grateful that you told me when you did. Some people would've hidden the truth."

"We couldn't do that to you," the bluenette stated outright, adamant.

For the first time since we told Max about our unplanned kiss, she offered us a genuine smile. "I don't know how this will work or whatever, but… I think we can manage."

A Week Later, Afternoon – Art Classroom - Nina's POV

It had been over a week since Kate and I had spoken. I hoped beyond hope that she would take my warning seriously. That way, I could get over these weird feelings and move on, so could Kate. Still, class was awkward.

I tried to avoid looking at Kate, not wanting to encourage her. If it got too much, maybe I should try transferring schools. That might be better for both of us in the long term. When the bell rang to end class, everyone began shuffling out of the classroom.

"Trouble in paradise?" Rachel added with a smirk as she walked past me, doing her best to tempt me. "Don't forget I'm here, too."

I was already dealing with one complicated inappropriate student relationship, I didn't need two. Sighing, I turned to leave, stopping when I felt a light tug at my sleeve. Turning around, I saw Kate standing there hanging on. This was not good. "Kate? What are you doing?"

She didn't answer straight away, conflicted. "I… I don't know, honestly. I'm so confused, especially after last time."

Pulling my hand away, I crossed my arms. "Well, I thought I made my… intentions clear last time, and I'm sure you understand that can't happen between us."

She seemed disheartened that I withdrew my hand as she mumbled. "Can't it?"

Freezing up, I stared at her. Was she seriously suggesting…? No, I couldn't let this happen. "Kate, please leave now."

"No, I won't," she stated with uncharacteristic force, surprising us both. "I've thought about it a lot. I… I didn't realize it before because I just thought I looked up to you and you were kind to me. When you… I was confused when you left me in the classroom."

I stared at her. My brain screamed at me, begging me to tell her to leave again, or better still get as far away as possible. My body, however…

Kate took a tentative step forward. "I don't know what this, what I'm feeling. Honestly, it kind of scares me. I've never felt this way before. When you were close to me, I thought you were going to…" she paused, blushing lightly, "kiss me for a moment. And when you didn't, I felt… disappointed, which was even more baffling."

"Kate… don't…" I pleaded weakly, not having the desire to remove myself from the situation.

Ignoring the broken pleas, she continued. "When I went back to my room, I did a lot of soul-searching. I thought about our time together and… how I felt when we spoke. It's the happiest time for me, no question. I don't want that to end, ever."

"What about your parents? Your religion?" I asked, trying to find some reason to deter her. "This… you have no future with me. Only pain."

That made her laugh, dejected and weak. "My mom is never pleased with anything I do, so it doesn't matter. As for my faith… I don't know. A lot of people would frown upon me for wanting this. Not only a…" she bit her lip, gathering her courage to say the words she feared, "relationship with a woman but one with a teacher… then I realized that no matter how many times I try to convince myself I shouldn't feel this, I still do."

I couldn't move or speak, transfixed. My thoughts and feelings conflicted; logic versus want. Thoughts refused to translate to speech.

When I didn't answer, she returned to the desk, where all this had started, and perched herself on the edge, uncertain. "So, shall we… continue where we left off?"

I stared at her for a long time, knowing that I shouldn't even be considering this, regardless of whether Kate wanted me to or not. Eventually, I caved in, checking the door was locked before I approached her. My hand shook as it took hold of her cheek, thumb running along pale skin. She closed her eyes momentarily, the fear and doubt slowly fading away from her expression. This felt… so good, so right in this moment. How could anything that made me so happy be bad?

Then, my lips brushed against hers, light at first giving her a chance to end this before it began. Kate didn't cower away, instead she kissed me back, clumsy and inexperienced. As the kiss continued, she became more confident and resolute. It awakened something in me that I feared so damn much right now, but had no power to suppress. Before I knew it, I had cupped her cheeks, kissing her properly, tender. In that moment, she wasn't me student; she was just Kate Marsh – kind, caring, considerate, talented, beautiful Kate Marsh… someone I wasn't supposed to feel this way about.

After a few seconds, I broke the kiss, checking to see if there were any flickers of doubt I could use to stop myself... but there wasn't. Her face was flushed, lips parted, hazel eyes staring into my brown ones, encouraging. That was all it took. I pressed into her more firmly, arms holding her steady as I kissed her once more, less restrained this time. The nagging in the back of my mind - a reminder that I shouldn't be doing this - faded away as our lips collided. I kept it tame, not wanting to push my luck or force her into something. I wanted this both to stop and never end simultaneously - paradoxical.

When I felt a new rush of desire, I pulled back, resting my forehead against hers. That was enough for now. "Are you sure you want this, Kate?"

I felt her arms wrap around me tightly as she replied, leaning in close to my ear to whisper, "Yes, I do."

So, that's the first part. I'll probably continue this later when I get the time and inspiration, have another couple long chapters dealing with the aftermath of both relationships. Obviously as always, feel free to lemme know whatcha think so far or predictions.

On a side note: this one kinda reminded me a little of the web manhua 'Beloved' by Jaeliu while writing (Surprise, surprise I read yuri manga. Who'da thunk it?)