I had been at my private all-girls Catholic high school since 9th grade. I was over 18 now - I knew all of the students, all of the teachers... I knew the rules and how to function as part of the school unit. Then one day, a new teacher, Father Ash, started. He was tall and lean, with an athlete's body and a chiseled face. His dark hair sat piled on top of his head with a single curl that somehow dropped to the center of his forehead. His blue eyes held a world of passion and his lips would turn up in a smirk every now and then when he was teaching.

I was pretty invisible compared to the other girls in the school. Plain brown hair, brown eyes, curvy figure, and short stature. I was pretty basic and I liked it that way. No one really looked at me or gave me any attention. Until Father Ash.