Description
"Wh-why, can't people hold hands, miss?" She asked as innocently as possible. Natasha chuckled at her innocence, then her expression changed back to no emotion. "Because the mere idea of love, disgusts me. Now, scurry." Natasha motioned for Taylor to leave, and so she did, keeping her head low. Promising to herself, taking on this unspoken challenge of showing Natasha the true beauty of love, "I'll make her fall in love with someone, anyone at all, really, to make her see that love is everything but disgusting," she thought to herself. And with that began Taylor's quest of making her teacher realize what love can hold, and experience it's magic." Read as Taylor, a regular 17 year old, embarks on a journey to make her calculus teacher fall in love.
Prologue: Holding Hands
