by Kathleen Jeffrie Johnson
That first day of class, her eyes had flickered over him the way a teacher's will. But hers had come back to rest. Before flitting away again.
It was too late. She had seen him.
Connor pretended she hadn't, but she had. It terrified him. It made his blood sing.
His history teacher, Ms. Timms.
What had he ever thought about, before he thought about her?
At last, Connor understood that his life was his to live. No more pity love. Not from aunts and neighbors. Not from missing mothers and fathers. Not from drunks. The real thing was his this time; he just needed to take it.
Why I want it: I have always been interested in psychology and so with these kinds od books I like to think about why the character did what they did. I know I am not always right with my guesses but its like a case study. The teacher/student thing is very unique.