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julessworldd · 4 years ago

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Cheerleader and the future rockstar

Warnings: cussing, there’s a jock being an ass talking about the Oc in a gross, sexual way. arguing a little.

A/N: I don’t know much about Izzy’s family life, like his mom and brothers name. I think the one I had is right for his younger brother. And what year he finished high school, bare with me. Oc’s home life is sorta sucky even though she’s the rich cheerleader. she’s not snobby at all like the sterotype everyone has about cheerleaders. I will make a part 2!

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High school Au of Izzy.. Izzy falls for the cheer captain after, she offers her help on an essay in English. Here's the thing the cheerleader has loved Izzy since he grabbed her from falling down the stairs, sophomore year.

Many know Jeff Isbelle or now Izzy for lots of things. He was the cool, stoner, who was planning on being a rockstar with his buddy, Bill Bailey. To some teachers he was hell on wheels, "The badboy" even though he barely talked. Jocks: Izzy was a creep, just another shadow, stupid stoner who needs to have better life plans. To Judith Channing Izzy was: her crush of two years, wanted to spark a conversation, but her red and black cheer uniform stopped her. Izzy hated the cheer squad because their "Loyalty" to the jocks, they were too happy for his liking at 10 am. Judith remembers when Tommy Lockeler tried to push her down the 3rd floor stairway after, she told him she thought he was nothing but a whore and didn't want to go on a date. Felt like it was yesterday..

I stared at Tommy as he was putting his claim about him being a manwhore. His face got redder and redder by the minute..

"Keith told me you had such a tight pussy, Channing. Wanna let me test his theory out? Probably won't you're just a bitch", Tommy spat back.

"Fuck you, Tommy. You just proved my point right there! God, you're so stup-", I felt the air out of my chest leave as I tumbled backwards into someone's arms. "Whatever", I heard Tommy stomp away. "Hey, hey. You okay?", I heard a soft but gravely voice ask. I opened my eyes to see a tallish boy with medium brown hair, hazel eyes holding me, face with concern. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for not letting me bust my head open, uh?", I said, holding my hands flat on his chest, one hand clutching his Rolling Stones' shirt. "Jeff, but I go by Izzy. Aren't you that Channing girl?", Izzy said, pulling me up, pushing a hair out of my face. "Yeah, I'm Judith. Nice to know my hero's name, Izzy", I blushed. Izzy grinned, "What made Tommy try to commit murder after lunch anyways?" I smoothed out my uniform skirt, "Just the guy I lost my-", I realized what I was about to say to the new guy. "My hat, this summer. Tommy wanted to- '', I said, but Izzy nodded and seemed to understand what my 'hat' actually was.

"Well, Keith needed to keep his mouth shut. Tommy is just an asshole, he's a jock they're all the same'', Izzy grumpled. "Yeah, you're right", I said. "Judith! We're gonna be late to practice, come on!", Erin yelled down the hall. "Thanks again, I appreciate it a lot. See ya around, Izzy", I smiled. "No problem. Have a good practice, Jude", Izzy said, reaching into his jacket pocket for his Malobros. I watched Izzy smirk and skip down each stair, his cute ass bouncing as he went down. "Judith!", Erin yelled again, taking me away from my hero.

Crazy how that's been two years ago, Izzy doesn't recognize me or chose to at least. After that day, I had a big secret crush on the Johnny Thunders of Lafayette. No guy gets me like Izzy does, Izzy barely knows me but he has such a big affect on me. I walked into Mr. Allan's senior english class, there was a seat by the window, behind this dark headed boy. I sat down behind him, judging if I liked this seat. It was close enough to board, not in the very very front, nice view outside. "Oh Mike?", the kid turned around. "Oh, you're not Mike. Hi", I looked up and it was Jeff Isbelle. "No, sorry. Is this seat taken?", I asked as my heartrate rose. "No, he came in for a minute, guess he left before I noticed", Izzy said. "Okay class, let's get started!", Mr. Allan clasped his hands together. Allan was going over what we would be doing in the class before we graduated in June. Same bullshit honestly. Read Shakeperse, write essays, read other dead guys' writings.

Two weeks later, Izzy was still seated in front of me. Making 3rd period class time hell, if you call getting to see his beautiful self plop down everyday. "Alright guys, we finished McBeth and now I'm wanting you to write about how you took the play. I'm asking if you liked the ending, if not write how you would have ended instead. You can use the books, notes we took, even chapter tests I gave back. Due in two weeks", Mr. Allan stated before sitting back at his desk. It was getting close to 4th period, meaning I could leave for the day, no cheer practice today too.

"Hey Judith?", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what's up?", I asked from writing my draft. "Did you keep anything from this unit? I lost my binder", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what do you want?", I smiled. "Notes, I guess. I'm not sure how I wanna write this shitty essay", Izzy grinned. Damn what a beautiful smile. I handed him every note I took on the play, side notes, everything. "Pretty smart for a cheerleader", Izzy said, grabbing my notes. "I liked the play really well, okay?", I fought back. "If you say so, Judith", Izzy turned back around.

I walked in the empty room, well thought it was empty. Izzy was sitting in a desk next to Mr.Allan's desk, "Oh sorry, sir", I started to turn around. "It's okay, Judith. Actually, I need you for something", Mr. Allan smiled. I stood next to Izzy. "With what?", I asked. "Mr. Isbelle said you gave him his notes, the first day I assigned this essay. I'm just wanting to make sure he's not lying is all", Mr. Allan said. "Jeff is telling you the truth, sir. He asked if I still had anything about the play and wanted my notes for a starting point, I guess. You said we could use anything we did for the play", I said, starting to get offended he would assume Izzy stole my notes and wanted to cheat.

"Okay, Judith. Well, since you're here go sit down.", Mr. Allan breathed out, probably embarrassed and a 17 year old girl started him out. The ball rang making Mr.Allan go out for hall duty and talk to other teachers.

"Hey", Izzy said, standing in front of me. "Hi, Jeff", I smiled. "Thanks for backing me up with dickhead. If I tell you this, will you promise me you won't go to practice and gossip about me?", Izzy said clenching his jaw, he looked really hot. "Of course, Jeff. What's up?", I asked, rubbing my thumb over my other hand. "Your notes helped some, but I'm still stuck. Maybe, it's writer's block I need you to help me crap out this dumb essay. Please?", Izzy said. "Yeah, no problem, Jeffrey. I have cheer until 4:45, but I can meet you somewhere after.", I smiled. Izzy stared at me for a second, "Sure, that's cool. I can give you my address, mom's working late."

I pulled up to Izzy's place, couple cars were parked outside. I decided to stay on the side of his street and yard, leaving a place for his mother. Izzy stepped out for a smoke as I got out, pulling my brother's t-shirt down. "Boyfriend's shirt?", Izzy blew out smoke from his lips. "No, brother's actually", I said, slinging my bag on my shoulder more. "Oh. Didn't know you had siblings, you gave me the spoiled only kid vibe", Izzy deadpanned. "No, three older brothers and two younger sisters.", I said, feeling small and embarrassed by Izzy. "My brother is here, just ignore him the best you can. He brought home some hamburgers, if you're hungry.", Izzy said, holding the door open. It was an average, but comfortable home. Pictures of Izzy and his brothers, with their mother lined the walls and a few tables. Tv by the wall, couple couches, chairs. Something wet touch my shein, "Sadie! Down. I'm sorry I thought Kevin set her out.", Izzy started to pull Sadie away by her collar. "She's okay. I have two dogs myself, I'm in her house, she's just checking me out. Yeah, you're a pretty girl", I said, bending down to pet her. "What kind of dogs?", Izzy said, sitting on a chair next to Sadie. "German shepherd, named Phoenix, Golden Retriever, Jagger. Jagger is new she's my baby like Phoenix", I said giggling as Sadie licked my hand. "Cool", Izzy mumbled. "Do you wanna start your essay or let me see what you have? Might not have to even start over", I got up and stood by his chair. "Damn, you're really about that essay", Izzy got up, going where I amused his room.

"Boys, I'm home!", A woman's voice entered the room. "Oh hi, dear. I didn't know Jeff had a girl over.", She smiled. "Yeah, I'm helping him on an english essay. I'm Judith Channing", I got up and grinned. "Channing? Channing? Is your father's name Frank?", She asked. "Yes, that's him", I said. "I went to high school with him, how is he?" "That's nice, uh he's good. Still in Chicago", I said. "Chicago?" "Yeah, business trip", I said, hoping Izzy would dash in or holler for me to come to see his room. "Does Jeff know you're here?", She asked with a worried look. "Yeah, we met outside. He went to his room for his english stuff, guess he fell to China '', I giggled. "Tell me about it, damn boy takes forever. Jeff! Did you forget about Judith? Jeffery Dean!", His mother yelled.

"Mom, hey. Though I told you to come with me, Judith?", Izzy said standing beside me. "How was work, Momma?", Izzy hugged her. "Hi, I'm Kevin and you are?", Kevin, Izzy's younger brother checked me out. "Kev, let her alone she's with me", Izzy said, standing beside me protectively. "You're way way out of my brother's leguage. Hey Mom", Kevin said. "Come on. Holler if you need anything", Izzy grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. He grabbed my bag on the way. "Crack your door, Jeff. I mean it!", his mother yelled. Izzy's room was nice, typical posters, navy blue bed set, desk with papers and pens, small nightstand with a picture of his family, set of records by his recorder player. I slid my shoes off by his desk and sat on the chair. Izzy flopped on his bed, unamused.

"So what did you think about McBeth?", I asked. Izzy shrugged. "Izzy, your perspective is gonna help write this essay. Tell me", I scoffed. "Just a crazy dude that got killed for letting his power go to his side over what a couple hags had to say. I liked when he got ambushed by the people", Izzy sighed, rubbing his hair around. "Okay, see that helps. So,you liked the ending and we can stretch your thought out into five paragraphs", I said, looking for a pencil. "Listen, Judith I'm not in the mood for a stupid play from a dead guy from 400 years ago. Mr.Allan can go fuck himself", Izzy scoffed out. "If you didn't want me over why did you ask for my help. I do have other shit to do, Izzy", I pinched the bridge of my nose. This fucker made me drive half way cross town for this essay. "Then why did accept to come over and help?", Izzy spat back. "I don't know? Probably because I always help people who need help. It's what nice people do anyways", I rolled my eyes.

“Why did I have to ask a smart cheer captain for help?”, Izzy groaned.

“Sorry to break your little stereotype of cheerleaders being dumb and only want to fuck. You know what, Iz? I’m leaving, who cares if you finish the damn essay. Not like you care if you fail or pass, L.A won’t care either way”, I stood by his bed at his nightstand. Izzy stared up at me with confusion. “How do you know wanna go to L.A? I’ve never had a conversation with you before english”, Izzy raised up. “Bill told me you were thinking about if after graduation, he asked my help for math. We have talked before, Izzy. Sophomore year, you caught me from falling to my death after Tommy Lockeler, pushed me down the stairs. You had a Rolling stones shirt on, your hair a little shorter, guess I landed in your arms on a good day.”, I said, with tears in my eyes. “That’s you? No wonder you look familiar besides being a cheerleader. I’m sorry for being a dick, you did come out of your way for me.”, Izzy stood up from his bed. “It’s fine, Izzy. Why don’t you just bullshit it? I’m not feeling too great”, I sighed, walking to his desk for my bag. “Wait. Please don’t leave, I really need your help. I really liked the book and I’m sorta stuck.”, Izzy grabbed my wrist.

“Okay. If I see you slacking I’m out, Isbelle”, I said. “Sit”, Izzy said, pushing his office chair to me. “Thanks”, I smiled. Izzy pushed a hair out of my face, “Sorry, it was bothering me” I blushed, before looking away from him. Izzy chuckled, “Something you hiding from me, Judith?” “Tell you what, if you finish the essay, I’ll tell you what I’m hiding, deal?”, I bit my lip. “Deal”, Izzy smirked. Izzy’s brain was flowing and his hand was scribbling on the paper like he didn’t need me over. “Anndd done”, Izzy said, throwing his pencil in the cup he had on his desk. “Let me read it first”, I grabbed the two pages. “You lied”, Izzy whined. I scanned his paper looking for details of the play, if he had the right grammar, punctuation. “Looks good, Izzy. I’m proud”, I laid the paper down. “Thanks, now tell me why you were blushing?”, Izzy laid his hand on my jean clad thigh. “Do I have to?”, I whined. “I did my part, so it’s your turn, Channing”, Izzy said, not breaking his poker face. “Okay, don’t get mad. I have had a crush on since you caught me that day, at times I’m happy Tommy attempted to murder me that day. You happy?”, I stood from his chair and paced besides his bed. “Judith”, Izzy said.

“Hey, Judith, calm down. I have to tell you something too”, Izzy said, grabbing my hand. “What?”, I asked, scared to death he was gonna kick me out. “I like-”, “Hey dinner is ready”, Kevin opened his door, looking down at our hands. “I better get home, mom’s probably worried.”, I lied, she didn’t give a damn about me and my whereabouts. “Okay, I’ll walk you out”, Izzy said. We reached my car, “Well,thanks for the help. Guess I needed to be forced to write”, Izzy said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “No problem, I liked hanging out with you”, I smiled. Izzy nodded, “Be safe” “Sure thing. Night Izzy”, I said, unlocking my car door. Izzy stood until I turned at the stop sign from his house. I tried to skip school, to avoid the awkwardness between me and Izzy. He got really quiet after his brother barged in yesterday, at least he was nice enough to walk me to the car and waited for me to get on the main road again.

I was headed to lunch but was really wanting to sneak out to my car and drive around for a while. Looking through the glass doors that lead to the front parking lot, I could hear my car whine for me to leave. “Fuck it”, I thought grasping the door and pushed it open. “Where do you think you’re going, missy?”, A deep male voice startled me. I turned around to see Izzy grinning. “Oh it’s just you. Come on, let’s ditch”, I smirked. Izzy nodded and opened the door. We ran down the stairs, to my car, laughing. “Why did you wanna skip? You have a good attendance record?”, Izzy asked, plopping into the passenger seat. “Just ready to leave, school was boring. I don’t have cheer practice today. You?”, I asked, starting the car. ‘Shattered’ The Rolling Stones played quietly. “Same reason as you, just fuck it. Didn’t take you as a Stones fan?”, Izzy smirked as I pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards town. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Izzy. My dog is named after Mick Jagger, remember?”, I smirked. Izzy nodded his head to the beat of the song, going through my cassette tape collection.

We got out of my car and went to a pair of swings, Izzy groaned. “What’s the matter, afraid one of the stoners will catch you with the cheerleader?”, I smirked. “No, princess. Just haven’t swung since I was 9”, Izzy grumbled. “Suit yourself, Jeff”, I pushed my legs to swing. “You like cheerleading?”, Izzy asked. “It’s alright”, I said. Izzy lit a cigarette and watched me swing my legs back and forth. Izzy caught me as I slowed down, holding the chain, pulling me close to him. I looked in his hazel eyes, cigarette creeped on his breath. “After, I killed Kevin for bargin in on us last night. I got to thinking, we’re getting closer to graduation. I’m bailing this hoosier state, you’re probably going on to join a sorority at Purdue. I wanna tell you something”, Izzy said, breath fanning my neck. “What is it?”, I whispered. “I like you and wanna know if you’ll be my girl?”, Izzy nipped my bottom earlobe. I pulled him into a kiss, holding his shoulders, “Thought you would never ask, Jeff” Izzy smiled down at me. “And I’m not going to college, Iz. I don’t have to pay to have friends, just so you know. Thinking about going to New York actually”, I whispered. “Wanna join me out west? Don’t go to New York, just cold as Indiana, baby”, Izzy held my waist. “I can do that”, I grinned, kissing his cheek.

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the--blackdahlia · 4 years ago

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Campfire Tales Chapter 1

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Title: Campfire Tales Chapter 1

Summary: Guns n' Roses are forced to go camping, so what better way to pass the time than to tell campfire stories?

Warnings: Language, some violence

AN: So, this just kinda happened. Let me know if I should do more.

The fire crackled in front of them as Guns n’ Roses got their blankets from the tents and arranged their sleeping bags. Duff laid down a blanket for him and Stevie to sit on, Izzy grumbling and settling by them. Axl and Slash completed the circle around the fire.

“Who’s got the food?” Slash asked. “I’m starving.”

“Here,” Stevie tossed the bag of goodies to him. It was 90% junk, with some trail mix and granola bars thrown in.

“How’m I supposed to roast these?” Slash looked around as he held up the marshmallows.

“We’re in the woods. Grab a stick.” Axl told him, rolling his eyes. Slash huffed and looked around for a moment, finding the perfect stick so he could make his s’mores. Stevie snuggled up against Duff as he wrapped an arm around her.

“So, what now?” Duff asked.

“Alan just said that we had to go camping so we weren’t a “menace to society”,” Izzy explained, air quotes included. “So I don’t care what we fucking do.”

“Oh! I know!” Stevie said excitedly. “We should tell scary stories!”

“What are we? Teenage girls at a sleepover?” Axl huffed. Stevie glared at him.

“With that hair you might be,” She told him. Axl growled a little.

“Mmpf,” Slash said from his spot.

“Excuse me?” Izzy asked. Slash swallowed the food in his mouth.

“I bet I have the scariest story.”

“Bullshit,” Duff told him. “I’m calling bullshit on that one.”

“Shut up,” Slash argued. “You think yours is so good, you tell us your story.”

“Okay, I will!” Duff sat up straight. “It was a dark and stormy night…”

“Lame!” Axl called out.

“I haven’t even started…”

“It’s still lame,” Axl smirked. “Why don’t I tell you a story that scared the shit out of me when I was a kid?”

“Oh, this should be good,” Izzy chuckled.

“It will be,” Axl stated proudly. “Because I’m going to tell you the Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”

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Fog settled around the small town as the train from Indianapolis stopped in Lafayette. Not many people got off the train there. Just a couple soldiers finally being freed from the Army and heading home from battle, and a lone school teacher who had just missed out on being pulled into war and had dedicated his time to his studies. Jeffrey Isbell, lovingly called Izzy by his few friends, greeted his new home as he stood on the platform of the train station.

“Oh, come on, why the fuck am I Ichabod Crane?”

“Shut up and let me tell the fucking story bitch!”

Quiet by comparison to Indianapolis, Izzy wasn’t sure how to handle his new life. He didn’t have the money to turn around and head back the way he came, and he had been promised a nice job at the new school that was opening up. Grabbing the few bags that he had, he headed into Lafayette. The home that he had been promised by the mayor wasn’t far from the station. The address was hastily written in the letter that finalized the details for his new job.

“This can’t be it…” Izzy mumbled to himself as he looked down the broken path that led to the small, brick home. It looked worse for wear, to say the least, but it was a home. And it was all his. No living in a boarding house for who knew how long. Everything just seemed too good to be true.

“Ah, you must be Mr. Isbell,” A voice said, making Izzy jump. He turned to see a boy, not much younger than him.

“My friends call me Izzy,” Izzy told him. The boy looked around.

“I don’t see many friends around you, but I’ll be your friend!” He beamed at Izzy. “My name’s Slash!”

“Slash?” Izzy asked.

“Well, my real name is Saul, but I got the name Slash because I run around and cut through conversations like a machete slashing through weeds!”

“I see…” Izzy nodded. “And what are you doing here?”

“I tried to take care of the place until Mr. Adler got a new tenant. You must be the schoolteacher he was telling us about.” He walked with Izzy towards the front of the house. “But you don’t look like a schoolteacher.”

“What does a schoolteacher look like?”

“Well, old…” Slash shrugged. “At least the one that Stevie and I had was an old hag.”

“Stevie?” Izzy asked, searching around for a key.

“Stevie’s my best friend!” Slash informed him. “Oh! You need this!” He produced a key from his pocket and handed it to Izzy. Izzy gave him a bit of a look and unlocked the door. Slash stood in the doorway.

“Do you want to come in?” Izzy asked as he looked around. For the most part, the house was pretty clean. And the old furniture that sat in there would do until he could find his own. “Well, uh, thanks for keeping the house clean.”

“You’re welcome,” Slash smiled. “Can I show you around town?”

“Well, sure,” He shrugged. “Where’s a good place to get some beer?”

“Oh, now you’re speaking my language!” Slash smiled. Izzy sat his couple of bags down and followed his new friend into Lafayette. It was a bit busier than he thought it would be, but still quite sleepy compared to Indianapolis.

“There’s not much around here, is there?” Izzy asked, noticing a few shops and churches.

“Not really,” Slash shrugged. “But hey, it’s home.” Izzy nodded but stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of a beautiful, blonde woman.

“Who is that?” Izzy asked. Slash looked in the same direction and smiled.

“Oh! That’s Stevie!” His face lit up. “Hey Stevie!” He waved to the girl, who returned the smile and crossed the street in front of some horses.

“Slash!” Stevie hugged him. “It’s so good to see you! Who’s your friend?”

“This is Izzy. We go way back,” Slash told her. “He’s the new school teacher.” Stevie looked him up and down.

“You don’t look anything like a school teacher,” She pointed out.

“That’s what I said!” Slash shook his head. Izzy took Stevie’s hand and kissed it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Izzy told her. Stevie blushed a little before looking towards Slash.

“What are you doing out by the horses anyway?” Slash asked.

“Waiting on my father and Duff to return,” Stevie told him. Izzy raised an eyebrow. “My father is the mayor. And Duff is my fiance.”

“His real name is Michael. He’s one of those weird Irishmen,” Slash explained.

“Wait, your father is Mayor Adler?” Izzy question. Stevie nodded and smiled.

“I’m his only daughter,”

“Spoiled only child you mean,” Slash mumbled under his breath, earning a glare from his friend.

“And if you need someone to show you around, I would be more than happy to do it,” Stevie smiled at him. “But I do have to meet my father and Duff for dinner. Gentlemen.” She nodded and headed back across the street, turning to walk backward. “And Mr. Izzy, I must say you have beautiful handwriting.” She smiled before turning back around and meeting two men from a hunting party.

“What does she mean by that?” Izzy asked.

“It’s well known that Mayor Adler doesn’t write any of his own letters,” Slash shrugged. Izzy watched as a tall blond man offered her his arm and led her into the restaurant. “Come on, the beer isn’t getting any colder and the tavern has better food than that place.” The two headed to the tavern, where the atmosphere was a little more lively than outside had been, which wasn’t saying much. But a few drinks later and some of Slash’s friends had joined them.

“I’m surprised that you even came here with the stories,” Thomas told Izzy as he drained his drink.

“Stories? What stories?” Izzy asked. Thomas, Frank, and Slash all exchanged looks.

“You didn’t tell him?” Frank asked Slash.

“Tell me what?” Izzy was confused. Thomas sighed.

“They say his name was William Bailey…”

“I heard him called William Rose,” Frank interrupted.

“I thought his name was Axl. You know, because of the ax!” Another man named Vincent joined the table.

“Anyway, William was just a young farmhand outside of Lafayette,” Thomas explained as Vincent looked Izzy up and down. “Legend has it that his stepfather went crazy, killed all of them with an ax.”

“I heard that he had it cut off by some Brits during the war,” Frank added.

“I thought he owed money, and because he couldn’t pay, they cut off his head,” Vincent pondered. Thomas glared at the two of them before looking back at Izzy.

“Anyway, he haunts the woods around the town, on his horse as black as night. You better before careful or he’ll,” Thomas made a cutting motion with his thumb across his neck. “Off with your head.”

“You’re kidding me,” Izzy laughed a little. But when no one else returned the laughter, Izzy stopped. “What?”

“He killed my friend a couple of years ago,” Frank told him.

“Everyone knows someone who was killed by Axl Rose,” Vincent added. Izzy shook his head and finished his beer. Slash and Izzy headed back to Izzy’s new home, Izzy offering Slash to stay the night.

“It’s just a legend,” Slash told him. “There’s no proof anyone was killed by the Headless Horseman.”

“Headless Horseman?” Izzy asked. “I thought you said his name was Axl Rose.”

“William Bailey but still, it’s all just a legend. A rumor,” Slash told him. “Anyway, goodnight.” Slash headed to a spare room he would sleep in when working on the house, and Izzy headed towards his room.

Sleep did not come easy for the young school teacher.

The next morning, Izzy headed out to examine his new school, as well as finding himself a horse to use for his travels. As he exited the school, which was going to need some work, he spied the beautiful Stevie.

“Izzy!” She smiled and waved at him. The blond man from the day before stared at Izzy. “How are you adjusting?”

“Just fine,” Izzy told her. “Checking out the new school.” He looked at Stevie’s companion.

“Oh, Izzy, this is my fiance Duff. Duff, this is the new school teacher, Izzy.” Stevie introduced them. Izzy stuck out his hand and Duff looked at it for a moment before shaking it.

“Pleasure.” Duff nodded. “Stevie couldn’t stop talking about that “man from Indianapolis” last night.”

“I did not!” Stevie blushed. Izzy felt his own cheeks heating some, but shook his head to try to make it go away.

“Where could one see about finding a horse?” Izzy asked.

“A farm,” Duff mumbled under his breath. Izzy glared a little, but Stevie’s voice cut through the tension.

“Doc McGhee has some horses he might be able to sell you,” Stevie explained. “Come on. We’ll show you.”

“We will?” Duff asked. Stevie looked up at him. “I mean, of course, we will.” Stevie and Duff led Izzy to Doc McGhee’s place, where there were horses waiting outside for someone to take them home.

“There you are,” Stevie smiled at him. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate.” She laid a hand on Izzy's shoulder for a brief moment before leaving with Duff.

“I’d watch out,” A gruff voice drew in Izzy’s attention. “That McKagan boy is known to be a little jealous at times.”

“There’s nothing to be jealous over,” Izzy shrugged and handed him money for a horse. “Have you ever heard of a Headless Horseman?”

“William Bruce?” Doc McGhee asked. “That’s a legend started to scare children. Every time something bad happens in the woods, it’s always “the headless horseman did it”. Nine times out of ten, it’s probably a bear.”

“And the tenth time?” Izzy questions.

“Well, it’s probably the jealous fiancee of a beautiful girl,” Doc told him.

“Uh, right,” Izzy nodded. “Thanks for the horse.”

“Her name is Gunsmoke,” Doc told him. Izzy just gave him a smile before departing with his new horse.

“I like her.” Slash told him when he saw the horse later. “It’ll be easy for you to get to the Adler house for the party.”

“Party?” Izzy asked. “What party?”

“They have a big festival every year. Everyone in town is invited.” Slash explained. “There will be apples and dancing and, of course, beer.” Slash could tell that Izzy was going to bail. “And Stevie will be there.”

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” Izzy sighed.

That’s how he found himself at the party later that evening, with people he didn’t know. He saw Duff and Stevie sitting at the table with Mayor Adler and his wife, and Slash with Thomas, Frank, Vincent, and a fourth having the time of their lives. Izzy was about to leave when Stevie snagged his hand.

“Izzy, the party is just starting,” Stevie told him. “Please tell me you’re not leaving now.”

“I think I’m just going to go work on my lessons,” Izzy told her, resulting in a pout.

“Dance with me at least once,” Stevie didn’t really ask, but told him. Izzy looked over at Duff, who was watching.

“Are you sure that he won’t mind?” Izzy asked. Stevie looked over at Duff before turning her attention back to Izzy.

“He’s harmless,” Stevie smiled. “Come now.” She led him to where others were dancing as music played. “Where did you learn to dance?”

“Just from practicing,” Izzy told her, spinning her around. It was all too soon before the song was over and Stevie bid farewell to Izzy, heading back to her table. Izzy decided to call it a night and headed towards Gunsmoke, leaving Slash with his friends.

Stevie approached the table where Duff had been sitting with her parents, frowning when she didn’t see him.

“Where’s Duff?” She asked.

“Oh, he said he and his friends needed to grab something. He’ll be back,” Mrs. Adler told her. Stevie frowned and headed towards her horse, going to look for Duff.

Izzy headed through the woods from the Adler home to his own when he heard the sound of a horse neighing. He looked around, fully expecting to see Slash right behind him, but he saw nothing. Gunsmoke seemed to sense a change in the air because she picked up her pace.

“Woah girl. Easy,” Izzy tried to calm her, but she stopped suddenly. Izzy thought he had succeeded until he saw a figure on a horse. Izzy’s eyes widened when he realized the figure had no head, and in his hands, he held a light jack-o-lantern. Izzy turned to head the other way, but the rider was close on him, much faster on the horse. As Izzy approached the bridge that led over the small river, he felt the back of his neck get hot as the jack-o-lantern hit him in the back, knocking him off his horse.

Groaning, Izzy rolled himself over onto his back to see the headless figure looming down at him. That’s when he heard laughing. From behind the trees were some of the McKagan brothers. Confused, Izzy looked back at the other rider as he removed his jacket, showing Duff.

“Oh we got you!” Duff laughed. “Your face!” Izz got off the dusty ground and brushed himself off.

“I have half a mind to…” Izzy was cut off by a scream. Duff and his brothers froze as Izzy looked towards the graveyard. There, by a few of the unmarked and unkept graves, was Stevie, trapped by a figure on a black horse.

“Who’s that?” Duff asked. The figure turned to look at him.

“Another one of your brothers?” Izzy asked. Duff shook his head. Before they could move to go help Stevie, the headless figure plucked her off her horse and threw her on his.

“Hey!” Duff called out. At that time, Slash, Vincent, Thomas, Frank, and their friend Robert all joined up with them.

“It’s William Bailey!” Thomas called out. Stevie pushed away from him, trying to get away, but he held on tighter to her, using her for leverage.

“Burn him!” Stevie called out to them. “Burn his bones!” The figure placed a gloved hand over her mouth to keep her from talking.

“Where’s his grave?” Izzy asked Slash.

“Uh, I think it’s an unmarked one…” Slash told him. “I think it’s that one.” He pointed to a grave under a scary-looking willow that Stevie had been standing under.

“Duff, I need your help,” Izzy told him. Duff nodded and headed towards the graveyard with him. The headless figure charged at them, swinging an ax with Stevie still stuck with him. Duff dove and made his way towards the tree, and with the help of the others, worked on digging to find William’s bones. Stevie bit down on William’s hand, forcing him to let go of her. She fell into Izzy’s arms.

“I’ve got you,” He told her, holding her as the headless figure raced back towards him. “Close your eyes.” He told her as he squeezed his own shut, waiting for the pain of beheading that never came.

Instead, he opened an eye to see the figure on fire before disappearing, Duff and the others standing there, confused.

“I...is it over?” Stevie asked.

“I think so,” Izzy told her. She placed a quick kiss on his lips.

“Thank you,” She told him before heading back over to Duff, who quickly wrapped his arms around her. Izzy looked at them before looking back at the grave.

Only to realize that there was no head to the body.

****

“The end.” Axl finished up.

“Why did you make yourself the Headless Horseman?” Duff asked. “Why aren’t you Ichabod?”

“Because I don’t like Stevie.” Axl pointed out.

“And Izzy does?” Duff questioned, looking at the guitarist.

“Shut up.” Izzy hissed.

“Okay, someone else think up a better story before Izzy and Duff kill each other, or Axl. Or both.” Slash said and everyone got quiet, trying to think of a way to outdo Axl’s story.

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The Blackboard Jungle: All I Want For Christmas Is You (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Izzy tweeted! And in celebration, here’s the final part of this fic

Tag list @izzysdenimjacket @no-stone-no-bone @sexcoffeeandrockandroll @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @smokeandmirrorz @sodalitefully @roger-taylors-car @harley-m-rose @whisperess33 @shawolat @80snikki @rumoured-whispers

Warnings: the f-bomb, total holiday fluff

You wound your way through the department store, dodging people and wanting to puke from all the Christmas music as you searched for your mother a nice gift. She was the last one you had to buy for, and you wanted to get her just the perfect thing this year.

I think she has plenty of snow globes, you thought, absentmindedly turning one upside down and watching the glitter float down, then heard someone call your name.

You turned and looked into the grinning face of Miss Peterson, Patti’s third-grade teaching cohort.

“Hiiiii, doll,” she chirped.

“Hello, Cindy, how are you?”

“Oh, I’m just great. Are you shopping for your boyfriend?”

“My boyfriend? I don’t-”

“Patti told me all about it. I mean, well she made a long post on Instagram, how the two of you had been friends for so long, good friends, at least she was to you, and you chose that Jeff Isbell over the happiest day of her life-”

“Did she really?” you snapped. “Well, since the two of you are so close, please tell her I said, ‘Merry Christmas.’” And go fuck yourselves, you thought, deciding your mother would enjoy a very nice pair of diamond earrings.

It was unbelievable to you, how you and Jeff were the names on everyone’s lips anymore, especially since it was all so mistaken. It was heartbreaking how everyone thought you were a couple, when you were simply coworkers who were also close friends.

Of course, you were never able to get him out of your head, especially since the Thanksgiving program. Your combined classes had first traced their hands and colored their drawings in, decorating their turkey pictures with feathers and googly eyes (you stifled a laugh watching the Harrison twins hungrily eyeing the paste, and snorted when you saw Jeff leaping over a chair with his gangly legs to glue their turkey eyes down himself) and enjoying their lunches together.

He had excused himself during the break, and you paused while eating your sandwich, thinking about how really good he was as a teacher, how he never once talked down to the kids or lost his patience with them. He always had time to listen to them, hanging onto their every word.

And they loved him in return, every single one of them showing them their turkeys the second they finished them, and the amount of praise he heaped on their artwork made you smile.

Putting away your lunch bag with a sigh, you looked up just in time to see a six foot tall turkey, complete with wattles, standing in the doorway of your classroom. His tail feathers were so impressive he had to turn sideways just to make it through the doorway.

The children erupted in cheers, and Mr. Isbell strode in and fanned his plumage to their great delight, then announced that if they all quieted down, he would read to them, “Bear Gives Thanks.” After he closed the book, he asked them what they all were thankful for.

He got various answers, from “my new puppy” to “my dad got a new job.” But the one that stood out the most was from Cicely Brown. She raised her hand and said in a quiet voice, “Mr. Isbell, I’m thankful for a teacher like you.”

Tears pooled in his eyes, and you heard a catch in his voice when he whispered, “Thank you.” He turned around (well, awkwardly walked in a circle to turn around) to you and asked, “Miss Y/L/N, what are you thankful for?”

“Hmmm. I’m thankful for friends. And I’m thankful for every person that’s in this room.”

His eyes met yours, his smoldering gaze still able to buckle your knees. “Me too.”

“But I don’t want to be an elf.”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N, I went and got an elf costume just for you. Where’s your Christmas spirit?”

You put your hands on your hips and pouted. “I have plenty of Christmas spirit. Why can’t I be Mrs. Claus?”

“Because she doesn’t hand out candy canes. She stays home and entertains strange men while Santa works all night.”

“Oh, she does not!” You smacked Jeff’s arm, shaking your head. He really was going to talk you into this getup, wasn’t he?”

You took it from him and he said, “Hurry up and get changed. I need you to help me put on the Santa suit.”

“Why do you need help?” you called from the coatroom, pulling your green and red striped tights on.

“Because I make a skinny Santa, and I have to hold the belly while you button the jacket.”

When you came out, he had already changed into his Santa pants and boots and was sitting at your desk expectantly holding a pillow over his chest and stomach.

“Jeff, you really should eat more if you want to wear this suit,” you laughed, buttoning the buttons over his padded belly.

He made a face, and you said, “What?”

“Nobody calls me Jeff except for my mom.”

“What do they call you?” you asked, puzzled.

“Izzy. Or Iz, if you’re into the whole brevity thing.” He buckled his belt as all the wind left you, then he slapped your elf hat onto your head. Flicking the bell to make it jingle, he said, “C’mon, Sugar Cookie, let’s make a bunch of little people happy.”

It was entirely possible that you wished all the students a Joyous Holiday and handed them a candy cane after they visited with Santa. You had no idea if you actually did, the earth had screamed to a halt after you’d heard Jef-uh, Izzy’s admission.

After all the pupils had left, he shot you a delighted grin, then furrowed his eyebrows at you. “Hey, are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you said softly. “I’m….hot.”

“Me too. Let’s get changed and go back to the party.”

Although you were dazed, you flung your elf costume off in record time, exiting the coatroom in time to see Izzy unbutton his Santa jacket and toss aside his pillow. He slumped in your chair clad in a white undershirt, slinging an arm against his forehead to wipe off the sweat, and when he dropped it down beside him you could see a tattoo just below his elbow.

Without thinking, you walked over to him and picked up his wrist. Written in delicate script high on his inner forearm was desperadosdreams.

He tried to pull away from you, then he noticed you gasping for air with tears in your eyes. “Does that make sense to you?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, then pressed your lips to his, leaning down and throwing your arms around his neck. When you pulled away for a breath, you looked into his eyes, then pushed the sleeve of your shirt up and extended your arm.

“Does that say IZ?” he asked in a halting voice, and you nodded again, then climbed onto his lap for another passionate kiss. You carded your fingers through his hair as his lips traveled down the front of your throat, then he rubbed his nose against yours as you heard PJ Jones say, “I saw Miss Teacher kissing Santa Claus. And he liked it!”

“Hi, Ian!” you smiled, holding up your ring finger.

“Hi!” he grinned. “Ooh, that’s nice! Congratulations!”

You held your phone toward Izzy. “Ian, this is Izzy.”

“Oh, shit, he’s cute,” Sia said. “Hi, Sexy!”

“Izzy, this is Sia. She’s Ian’s fiancee.”

“Well……” she said, then they both held up their ring fingers.

“Omigosh! You guys got married?!” you exclaimed.

“Yes! I had to promote ‘Sharknado’ at the MGM Grand, and well, since we were in Vegas, we-”

Sia interrupted, “We found this Elvis impersonator, and it was so tacky and cool, I couldn’t have asked for a better wedding.”

“Congratulations! Can you guys come to ours?”

“When is it?” Ian asked, with Sia hollering “Hell yeah!” in the background.

“Next spring. We don’t want to wait that long.” You leaned over and pecked Izzy on the lips. “We’ve waited our whole lives to find each other, we want our married life to begin as soon as possible.”

Thank you so much for being a part of this fic! Because of wedding plans and moving and all that good jazz, I won’t be writing fics online anymore, but I will never forget how wonderful it was to have all your support. Love you always, desperadosdreams

“I do,” you said.

“You bet I do,” Blaze said, sliding your beautiful wedding band on your finger.

“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Blaze, kiss your bride,”

He swept you in his strong arms, spinning you around, then dipped you and kissed you hard, the first kiss of the rest of your lives, as the fiery red sun sank in the horizon behind the two of you.

Now it was time for the two of you to begin your lives together, and dream as one. And as he kissed you again, you knew you’d found forever, and he had been worth waiting for.

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The Blackboard Jungle: Amarillo by Morning (Part 2)

Part 1

I think I can get all of this out by Christmas (if my Internet doesn’t take a shit like it has the last two days). Thank you for your great feedback

Warnings: asshole alert, more stuff coming out of the kids, fanfic smut. All credit to the songwriters and I hope Ian Ziering is having a good time wherever he is

“Is tonight the night?” you wondered, glancing at your hair and smoothing your dress in the mirror. You were getting ready to go out on a date tonight, possibly with your soulmate. Someone named Ian Ziering.

No, not the actor. He was actually a friend of yours, since you’d contacted him on Facebook, dming him a photo of your arm and asking if he had a tattoo of your name. He sent back a picture of “Hortensia” boldly inked between his shoulder blades and the two of you commiserated for hours.

Eventually, though, love struck. Ian invited you to be his guest at his latest “Sharknado” premiere, and you ended up seated next to a stunningly pretty actress carrying a flask in her purse, and as the two of you imbibed, she spilled the tea on everyone in Hollywood, delicious and hot and fresh.

More than a little drunk, you asked her what her soulmate mark was, and she pulled her dress up her thigh to reveal the initials “I. A. Z.,” which made you collapse into stupefied giggles.

“Heeeeyyyy, Sia,” you slurred, snickering loud enough people turned around and stared, “heeeeyy, you gotta meet my friend.”

Ian had Facetimed you, saying that someone had reached out to him saying that he had the same name as him, although he wasn’t a member of Ian’s family. When he realized this Ian only lived an hour from you, he immediately got in touch.

“Maybe he’s the one,” he said, hope visible in his icy blue eyes. “Do you want me to set you up with him?”

“Sure,” you replied. It was completely pointless to carry a torch for Jeff Isbell, his initials didn’t match up with your marking, although he was completely under your skin. He’d bought you two cases of paste, as well as a sour cherry scone from the bakery across from the school, and because his room was next to yours, you frequently consolidated your classes, often with eye-opening results.

“Miss Teacher,” one of his students said, and you bent down to her. “I gotta birfmark.” She removed her shoe, then yanked her sock off and held out her right foot, proudly displaying the TAD decorating the top of it.

“Oh, you said, squatting next to her, “T. A. D.”

She drew her head back, her tiny face creasing in disgust at your horrifying ignorance. “No, that’s Tad, Miss Teacher. I can read, you know.”

You were immediately apologetic. “Oh, yes, of course, um-?”

“Mari,” Jeff gently provided.

“Did you call me?” one of your pupils asked, and you looked into Tad Wilson’s huge brown eyes.

“Uh, no, honey, I didn’t,” and before you could say anything else, Mari lunged her still naked foot at him.

“I got your name on my foot,” she said. “It’s a birfmark. You got one?”

Tad blinked at her, then yanked up his shirt. Over his heart was a small but intricate swallowtail butterfly.

Jeff gasped. “It-no, it can’t be. That’s unbelievable.”

You looked at him, his face visibly paler and his eyes enormous. “What’s unbelievable?”

“Her name-her name is Mariposa.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not.”

“That’s me,” Mari giggled, touching the butterfly and making Tad blush. “Can I hug you?”

He pulled his shirt down and held out his arms. “Sure.” They pulled each other into a sweet embrace, and Jeff sat down at his desk and rubbed his hands against his face.

“That would’ve made my life easier,” he muttered.

You watched the two kids giggle and twirl each other around, your heart aching at how adorable and lucky they were, and asked, “You haven’t met your soulmate yet, Mr. Isbell?”

“No, and I probably never will.”

“Why?” you asked, curious.

He looked up at you, and his eyes were so tired, you could have cried for him. “It’s not a picture, or initials, or even a name. At least I don’t think it’s a name.” He dug a palm into his left eye, then sighed. “Uh, have you found yours?”

“No,” you said quietly.

“What did you end up with?”

“Uh, initials. They aren’t common.” You looked away, feeling a lump aching in your throat. “I-I have a date tonight, though.”

Jeff jerked his head up, then set his mouth in a thin line. “Hey, that’s great. Good luck.”

He’s not who I want, though, you thought, and before you could say that out loud, Tad threw Mari on the ground and ran to you.

“OW!” she howled, holding her head. “Mr. Isbell, he hurt me!”

“Miss Teacher,” Tad gasped, holding his rear, “I need to poop!”

“Go, go!” you said, escorting him to the toilet in the back of the room. When he shut the door, you gave the thumbs up to Jeff, who nodded, his eyes still heartbreakingly sad.

You’d agreed to meet Ian at an upscale restaurant halfway between your locations, and when you arrived at Sur La Table, he was nowhere to be found.

“Reservation for Ziering,” you said to the hostess, and she guided you back to a private table.

After you were seated, you checked your phone to see if he’d sent you any texts saying he’d be late. He hadn’t.

He was attractive, not as Jeff but not bad, you thought, scrolling through your very limited correspondences and sighing as you thought, Maybe this is what’s meant to be. You took another drink of water, and another, and after three glasses of it you were ready to leave when he flopped down in front of you.

“Hey, babe,” he said, throwing you a wink and aiming finger guns at you.

“Um, hello, Ian,” you said politely, noticing a lack of apology for his lateness. “Did you get held up at work?”

He took a long drink of water, then snapped his fingers at your server. “I need a beer, toots, like now,” he said to her. “Chop chop.” He rolled his eyes. “Stupid college kids. No, I found this new filter on Snapchat and I was really feeling it, y’know. Sent it to a couple of my honeys.”

“Did you now?” you asked, ice creeping into your voice.

He threw his arm over the back of his chair. “Yeah, I mean, my hair looked good today, so why waste it?”

On what? you thought irritably, as your server sat his beer down.

Ian grabbed her arm. “I’d like the filet, well done. You got ketchup here?” he asked, and you bit back a wince at what he planned on doing to such a nice cut of steak. He handed the menu back to her, then snatched yours out of your hands. “She’ll have salad, no croutons, no dressing.”

“I beg your pardon?” you snapped.

“Can”t have you porking up if you’re my soulmate. I need you to eat quick, too, hun, I gotta ‘Stop the Steal’ meeting starting in 20 minutes. My man Trump was robbed.”

You stood up so fast, your chair nearly tipped over behind you. “I think I’m done here,” you announced, throwing an arm in your jacket.

“Un uh, I ain’t getting stuck with the bill!” he hissed, standing up as well. “You make all the money, you’re supposed to pay for this.”

Although it pained you to remain in his presence, you had to ask, “Ian, just what exactly was your soulmate tattoo?”

Heart pounding and terrified you’d find your own initials, you watched him pull his shirt sleeve up and reveal a cat on his inner forearm. “It’s pussy,” he smirked. “I get all the snatch I want.”

“Good luck with that,” you said, already heading towards the door. Before you left, you stopped your server and handed her two 20 dollar bills. “Please cancel our order. And I’m sorry he was such a prick.”

“No shit?” Ian asked, his mouth hanging open as he held his phone.

“What an asshole,” Sia said. “Did you hit him in the balls?”

“Now, love,” Ian said, shaking his head, “violence is never the answer.”

She shrugged, flicking her dark hair back. “I guess you’re right. So did you key his car?”

“No, Sia,” you sighed. “I think I’m going to take a hot bath and try to forget today.”

“That sounds good Sis,” she replied. “I think I’m going to flood his email with VD and ED ads. Goodnight, honey.”

“I love this woman,” Ian said, grinning as he pecked her on the cheek. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Mmm, Blaze, that was incredible.”

“You were like a tornado. I’ve never been with a woman who had so much passion. You nearly made me pass out.” Blaze’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “That was like angry sex. Are you mad at me?”

You chuckled. “No, my handsome cowboy. I’ll never be mad at you. I-” you wanted to tell Blaze you loved him, that you hadn’t thought about anyone but him since you first laid eyes on him at the faculty meeting rodeo.

But Blaze was heading to Amarillo in the morning, up from your San Antone home. He’d only be wearing everything he owned, and your heart ached to watch him leave. It was heartbreaking that love wasn’t enough to keep the two of you together, that an unseen hand controlling the universe opted to keep the two of you apart.

He turned over, his large hand caressing your face, his greenish eyes questioning. “I what, baby?”

You threw the covers off of you and trotted over to your gun safe. “I want to target practice.”

After lining up a row of cantaloupes and pumpkins, you neatly dispatched them one by one, thinking about jerks, feeling the bullets leaving the chamber with a scream and watching the fruit blow apart with a happy thrill.

“Well, that was terrifying,” Blaze drawled in his midwestern twang.

You opened the pistol, barrel still smoking, and said, “Little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun.”

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The Blackboard Jungle: Mother Earth and Father Time (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

All credits to the songwriters

“Well, how did your date go?” Jeff asked, raising his eyebrows.

You made an undignified strangled noise, and he grinned. “Not a match, huh? Was he a J-E-R-K?”

“Was he a cotton-headed ninny muggins?” Colton asked, peering over your desk at you.

“Yes,” you laughed, “he was definitely a cotton-headed ninny muggins. Do you like ‘Elf?’”

“You sit on a throne of lies,” he replied, his head dropping below the edge of the desk.

“And that’s that on that,” you said, looking up at Jeff.

He let out a low whistle. “Ninny muggins? Mmmm.”

“It was bad.”

Jeff placed his hands on his thighs and bent down to you. “How bad? Like gnaw your arm off and flee the trap bad?”

Leaning close enough to feel the warmth of his torso, you whispered, “Like the teacher’s union would need to provide me with bail and attorney fees bad.”

He pursed his lips, so adorable you nearly toppled off your chair. “Oooh, you were thinking nasty thoughts.”

“Very nasty.” You glanced at Mari and Tad. Their romance was on-again, the two of them sitting quietly and coloring the yellow and orange leaves both classes were making. Watching them brought a lump to your throat, knowing they would spend the rest of their lives together, side by side, their bond growing stronger by the year, and you just kept meeting all the effing ninny muggins the world had to offer.

Jeff noticed where your eyes landed and pulled a tight smile. “They make it look so easy, don’t they?”

“They do,” you murmured. With a sigh, you got up from your desk and turned on the TV. You originally had a few qualms about showing your class the animated version of “Charlotte’s Web,” fearing it might be too much, but when your pupils hadn’t shown much concern for the passing of the class’s pet hamster Mr. Whiskers (RIP little guy, you deserved better), you decided to go for it.

They settled into it without much fuss, giggling at Templeton’s gluttonous visit to the fair, but you weren’t so strong. Tears stung your eyes at Charlotte’s first run through of “Mother Earth and Father Time,” but when she said goodbye with:

He turns the seasons around

And so she changes her gown

Mother earth and father time

How very special are we

For just a moment to be

Part of life’s eternal rhyme

you couldn’t stop the tears from falling, and when her children left Wilbur, you were uncontrollably sobbing. Looking over at Jeff in the dim light, you could see the tears shining on his face as well, and when the bell rang, he pressed a strong hand onto your shoulder. “Stay here,” he commanded, then he led the students out to the bus.

“What’s with her?” one of your pupils asked as they walked past your desk.

“She hasn’t been the same since that hamster ate it,” another replied.

When he left, you cried even harder, so frustrated and disappointed that he wasn’t I.Z., that the feelings that grew stronger every day for him were so misguided, and you laid your head on your desk and bawled until you felt gentle fingers combing through your hair.

“Y/N?” Jeff said quietly, “are you okay?”

You looked up at him, sitting on the edge of your desk, and wiped the tears off your heated face, embarrassed by your outburst. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

His mouth pulled into a disbelieving frown. “It’s okay, you know. That-that shit hits a little different now than it did when we were kids.”

“Yeah, I can’t even hardly listen to ‘Landslide’ when it comes on the radio anymore. I just thought life would be different by now. The scenery would’ve changed or-or something.”

He leaned forward and wiped another falling tear off your face. “It’s hard when you don’t have your soulmate. I know.” He moved even closer, placing a warm hand on the side of your wet cheek, and you nearly turned your head to kiss his palm when you heard a small voice say, “Mr. Isbell, I missed the bus.”

“Ok, Iris, I’ll help you get home,” he said, sliding his hand off your face, then he hopped off the desk and walked her out the door.

“People are talking, you know,” Patti snapped.

“They really are going to be talking if I have to wear this dress.” Especially when my nipples spring out and see the light of day.

“Yeah, that blue is too pretty. Can’t have me being upstaged. Girl,” she barked, and the shopgirl appeared in the large dressing area. “Get me another tea length option.”

You turned this way, then that, struggling to free yourself from the zipper in the back, feeling your armpits beginning to sweat. It had been hours since Patti had picked you up, and you had been through nearly every strapless dress in the store. You threw on your robe, then pulled the curtain back to look into Patti’s snarling face.

“Everybody’s talking about you and this Jeff Isbell. Fran even left a passive aggressive post on Facebook about certain people being in each other’s classrooms all the time, and I had to like it. Plus Cynthia made an Insta post about him coming out of your class crying while he put the kids on the bus. I liked that too.”

You accepted a glass of champagne from the tired looking attendant with a gentle “Thank you.” “Let ‘em talk,” you said, taking a sip. “They will anyway.”

Patti held up the dress, eyeing it critically, then shook her head and sighed like the overdramatic pain in the ass she was. “You know, I didn’t want to have to do this, but I really can’t have my dream wedding be overshadowed by whatever kind of scandal you’re determined to get yourself swept up in.”

It was all you could do to not spit out your champagne. She was so irrational it was funny, and it almost sounded like-

“I really am sorry, Y/N, but I can’t have you coming to our wedding with everyone talking about you and him. It’ll take all the focus from me, and that can never happen.”

Fighting the urge to twerk with your ass in her face all around the dressing room, you put your clothes back on while Patti pecked at her phone.

“Did you call me an Uber?” you asked, pulling your shoes on.

“Hell no. I told Brittany Clark she was moving up in the ranks and to get down here right now. I only have this room for 15 more minutes. You can get your own damn Uber, tramp.”

It had been over a week since you’d seen Blaze, but to your amazement, he was sitting on your front porch when you arrived home.

“Where have you been?” he asked, slowly standing up, the pain in his knees from riding bulls for years evident.

“I fed a loudmouth bitch a meal that’s called Fist City,” you said, shaking your sore knuckles.

“Really?” he laughed. “Are you on the run?”

“Maybe,” you said, wrapping your arms around. “But you’re the outlaw stealing my heart.”

“Well,” he sighed, pulling away from you and turning away, “you may ask for me to give it back.”

“Why? Blaze, why?”

“They took my saddle in Houston,” he whispered.

You opened your front door, then turned to him. “Get in here,” you said, pulling him into your arms.

“I may be through with bull riding, but you ain’t through riding bull riders,” he laughed.

“I’ll never be over riding bull riders,” you smiled, throwing your leg over his. “And you’ll never be through riding bulls. You just have to get back on the bull that threw you.”

“I thought that was the horse.”

“Whatever. The point is, Blaze, you can’t give up. Don’t stop believing. Hold onto that feeling, when the bull starts bucking and the clock is ticking. Hold onto that immortal feeling, cause that’s all you got.”

“No, baby,” he growled, rolling you underneath him. “I got you too.”

“You got me forever, Blaze, if that’s what you want.” You reached up and wiped the tears off his face, then kissed the tip of his nose. “How very special we are.”

“Like Mother Earth and Father Time,” he replied, then pressed his lips to yours.

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