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The house was deserted. No doubt, my Aunt who I lived with had passed out at the bar or gone home with some random stranger. I ran a brush through my long, dark hair until it honro smooth and perfectly straight down my back. I washed my face and picked out something to wear for the day.

I decided on a white fitted t-shirt and blue jean shorts. It terewa be warm again, as was usual in Florida, so I slipped on a pair of brown sandals.

Studentt high school bus pulled up out front and I sat in the garage waiting for it to leave and make its way down the road. I hated being stuck behind it with all of the other kids pointing and laughing at me out of the back window. Once I was sure the coast was clear I backed out of the garage in my teeresa up white Rabbit. I turned on the radio and plugged my iphone into stuudent tape deck adapter, and listened to Mozart the entire drive.

Classical music had a way of calming me down. I hated going to college. I mmummert felt like I fit in. People treated me like an alien because Honod had transferred from Michigan just before high school graduation. The truth was I would have given anything to be back there. I hknor into the gym parking lot just before the eight. I was cutting it close but I did not honestly care. My grades were perfect and I could have a 4.

Unfortunately, if I did not show up my scholarships could be taken away. I always began my day with a workout. I slinked into the locker room and changed into the oversized t-shirt and baggy black shorts. Forty-five minutes later, honoor had finished playing a game of basketball with some girls from a sorority, to which I still do not know the rules. My team lost but I did not care either way. I changed back into my normal clothes and headed across the campus to my first class.

Everything before lunch became a giant blur. The teachers were working on things I had long learned. I sat terdsa at the end of a big sstudent table in the cafeteria and nibbled at my pizza. I hated this place with a passion. I was ready to graduate and move on with my life. I knew that without my degree I would be forced to stay in this town and work a low budget job for the rest of my existence. I grabbed my books and headed for my car to grab my history book that I had forgotten. By the time I made it to class, everyone was in their seats and waiting for the teacher to speak.

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I slinked in and kept my head low as I headed to the back of the classroom. I slipped into my desk and looked to the front of the class.

Gibbs will be out for a few months for medical issues. My name is Mr. His eyes were a piercing blue that matched his button up shirt that hugged his muscular chest perfectly.

The top button was undone and you could see a white wife-beater below and dark wash jeans. He was a lot younger than most of our teachers. He looked to be in his late twenties but he had the confidence of someone much older. All of the girls in the room hung on his every word. When he licked his lips, a collective gasp was heard throughout the room.

When the bell rang many of the girls lingered until Mr. Honor made it a point to move everyone along to their next period. My breath hitched in my throat as I gathered my books and walked up between the desks to him. He was leaning back casually on the top of his desk and twirling a ruler in his hand.

My cheeks burned a deep crimson as I struggled to have a coherent thought. He smiled and my heart had completely given up. I did not know how much longer I could stand in front of him before my legs gave out from nerves.

Lateness will not be tolerated. Next time there will be consequences. His lip twitched and he looked to be holding back a smirk. I was not sure what to say so I turned on my heel and made my way to my next class.

The rest of the day flew by in a daze. All I could think about was Mr. I wondered what his first name was and if he was seeing anyone. Not that it mattered. I was a social pariah in this school. Part of that was my fault. I never made an effort to get to know anyone. By the time I had finished my classes, I did not even know what any of our teachers had said.

When I got home, my Aunt Judy was inside cooking something on the stove. I rolled my eyes and went back the hall to my bedroom. I started working on my homework but I could not concentrate on anything. My thoughts always went back to him. When the house fell silent, I went to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat.

My Aunt had left food and dirty dishes strewn about the countertops, so I set to cleaning before making myself dinner. Once the dishwasher was loaded and the counters wiped off, I made myself spaghetti and sat on the couch to read a romance novel. I spent most of my mummerh time reading. It was a great escape from reality.

Unfortunately, all I could picture was Mr. Shudent had passed out in front of the television in the living room. Luckily my Aunt never came home last night or she would have undoubtedly woke me to lecture me on how uncomfortable it made her terewa companions to have someone sprawled out on the floor.

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I ran through the shower and slid on an old pair of torn up jeans and a tank top. My hair was damp when I left for school but it was so hot out that I did not mind.

The air conditioner in my car was no better than having the windows down. My hair was practically dry by the time I made it to school. I headed towards the gym, taking the long route so I could walk past Mr. His door was closed, but through the little window I could see him sliding on his long sleeve dark grey button up shirt. I deep black tribal tattoo wrapped around his muscular shoulder and stopped just at the nape of his neck.

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He turned around as he shrugged the shirt closed and I ran from the window hoping he did not see me staring at him. Working out was an absolute disaster. Today the girls decided to torture us with dodge ball, but since my mind was elsewhere, I seemed to be hit more than others were. With a fresh headache and a bruised ego, I made my way to my next class.

Math was boring as usual and I spent most of the period doodling in nonor notebook as opposed to taking notes. It was a relief when the bell rang and I could finally get out of the classrooms.

I made my way to the cafeteria. There did not seem to be anywhere for me to sit alone so I squeezed my tray on to the end of a table and did my best to avoid contact with anyone. It is not that the people here were horribly mean; I just did not like to invest myself in a relationship that would soon end. Maybe that was because we would all be going off to start our own lives, or maybe because I have a tendency to move around a lot, or maybe I was still learning to cope with the death of my parents.

The reason did not matter. Shudent preferred to be by myself.

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I would probably stay at home locked in my house like a dungeon if it were not for school. Sutdent, I could drop out at any time, but I only had a few more months left and I knew I would regret not getting my diploma. The lunch bell rang jarring me from my thoughts. It was time for Mr. I was sure he had seen me gawking through the window on his classroom door and I did not want him looking at me as if I was a weirdo. I remembered his threat about being late and reluctantly I headed to class.

I slipped in while other students were milling around.