I've always been the good girl. The follower of rules. The believer of fairy tales. Sheltered, yet hopeful. Quiet, but...imaginative. Truth be told, I probably would've stayed the reserved brainiac simply settling all her life if not for him. Professor Theodore Whitman West. My brilliant mentor and personal Lord Byron fantasy come to life. I've been his student for most of my college career now, but I've yet to unravel the mystery behind the man. He isn't just the hot, soulful academic that makes co-eds sigh with his commanding presence and ruggedly poetic good looks. He's deep. And far too...controlled to play favorites, much too disciplined to want or need a teacher's pet. Or so I thought.
