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The School Bully

By: Fiona Wilde
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: � 2012 - 2013 by Blushing Books and Fiona Wilde
5 Chapters / 16,000 Words
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The day Anna Fowler graduated from Bridgestone Academy was the happiest of her life. Not only had she never been one of the popular kids, but her waif-like appearance made her the target of her spoiled and sometimes cruel peers, including the handsome ringleader Logan

After graduation, Anna vowed to devote herself to building self-esteem in kids like her, so when she fulfills her dream of becoming a teacher she finds work in an inner city school where she feels she can make a difference teaching kids who weren't born with silver spoons in their mouths. But when her father unexpectedly dies, Anna finds herself back home, and back at Bridgestone - this time as a teacher. It's not where she wants to be, and when she discovers the new headmaster is no other than her old nemesis Logan Chance she is determined not to abide by the rules of the man she formerly regarded as the school bully.

But Logan's life has taken its own twists and turns, and his personal experience has transformed him into a man with an appreciation for order, structure and discipline. He's not about to allow a young teacher with a personal vendetta ruin his vision for the school, not as long as the infamous Bridgestone paddle hangs on his office wall.
Chapter One

Anna Fowler pushed the door of the eighth grade classroom at Bridgestone Academy and stood still as it slowly opened. It surprised her that, even after all these years, the hinges still creaked. The door came to a rest and she stood now facing into the classroom, surprised that it still looked so familiar. The hardwood floors � newly polished for the school year � were the same. The color of the walls � sea foam green � was the same. The school was even still using the old-style Venetian blinds on the windows, the kind with the wide slats.

Anna wasn't sure what she had been expecting. Did she think a school that prided itself on conservative values and education would have really undergone a dramatic makeover since she'd graduated. She still recalled the day she'd picked up her diploma, how happy she'd been to leave the halls of an institution she hated. Each year she'd begged her parents to send her to Belmont High School, give her a chance to get an education away from the arrogant sons and daughters of her father's wealthy colleagues. But her parents had refused. Admittance into the exclusive academy was a privilege, they reminded her. But Anna knew it represented more than that. Having a kid in Bridgestone was another piece needed to complete the social puzzle her parents were so determined to maintain. It didn't matter to them that their small, pale daughter was an oddity among her tall, tone and tanned peers. From the moment she'd entered Bridgestone she'd been picked on by the other kids. No matter how hard Anna tried to get her wavy mass of long black hair to conform to the sleek ponytails the other girls wore it always ended up falling in rebellious tendrils around her face. No matter how much she stayed out in the sun, her skin was always alabaster.

“Freak,” they whispered, blocking her way and she'd muscle through them, tears stinging her huge, dark eyes as their laughter rang in her ears.

At home her parents would ask Anna how her day had gone. Their expectant expectations said it all: Please tell us you're fitting in. So Anna would just say, “Fine,” rather than distress them with how Sybil Mince had called her Spider Girl and Myra Watkins had glued her locker door shut. She's not told her parents the worst of it, that when she'd asked Logan Chance if he'd help her open her locker he'd just grinned and walked away.

“Open it yourself, freak,” he'd said. “And hurry. You're going to be late for bio.”

She'd gotten the locker open by prying it with a screwdriver she found in the janitor's closet. Myra had spread glue on her books as well. By the time Anna got everything she needed out and cleaned off, she was fifteen minutes late for class.

Mr. Carter had not been amused.

“Miss Fowler, I hope you have a good excuse for your tardiness,” he said, scowling at her from under his comb-over.

“I was...” Anna looked at the threatening faces of her tormenters and knew the truth would just bring more trouble. She decided on a half-truth.

“I couldn't get my locker open,” she said quietly. The classroom had erupted in laughter.

“That's because they aren't designed for elves,” Logan chance had offered. The class guffawed.

Anna raised her dark eyes to look at Logan. Handsome and tall, he was a senior and the captain of the school lacrosse team. To girls and boys alike, he was like the pied piper. His peers trailed him everywhere; an unkind word or taunt from him spelled social doom. Until that day, he'd stayed on the periphery of the teasing, his only involvement laughing at whatever sport they made of her. Now that he was taking a lead role, she'd be fair game for anyone � even the less popular kids looking to curry favor with their leader by joining the hunt.

Logan had officially sanctioned her torment, and even though he graduated that same year for the rest of her middle and high school years, his influence left a legacy. She’d been one of his targets and was fair game. Anna hated Bridgestone Academy more with each passing day. She hated the way everyone curried favor with the popular kids. She hated the way they stalked the halls doing as they pleased, immune to anything more than tepid reprimands by teachers that seemed almost as enamored with the “golden children” as their peers were. The imperfect students � the ones like her � bore the brunt of not just peer injustice but staff injustice as well. The day after Anna's locker was glued shut she was called into the principal's office and suspended for destruction of property. Her frantic efforts to pry open the locker had left it dented, and because she feared further cruelty from Logan and his gang, she refused to implicate the bullies in what they had done.

Her parents were furious, humiliated and terrified that the friends they admired � ironically the parents of the popular kids � would now think badly of them.

“Are you trying to embarrass this family?” her father had asked, red-faced.

It was only then that Anna had confided in them what she'd been going through. Finally, she thought, her parents would help. But they did not. Mr. Fowler had no desire to call bank president Logan Chance, Sr., and discuss his son's behavior. Nor did he want to cause problems for the kids of the hospital CEO, the local developer or the grocery store chain owner.

“Kids will be kids, sweetheart,” he said. “They're only picking on you because they like you. So try to fit in...”

But Ann had no interest in fitting in and settled for developing what few friendships she could within the studious crowd of kids. Where straight A's should have impressed her parents and teachers, it was still popularity that mattered. She got few kind words from the teachers other than to remark favorably on her scores, and fewer still from her parents who became agitated whenever someone they respected mentioned that Anna's peers found her “strange.” Anna found it disgusting that adult society in Langford was just a grown-up reflection of what she was experiencing in school. Adults still curried favor, obsessed over where they fit in the social caste, worked too hard to be liked.

Anna could not wait to leave and she did on the day she graduated. She'd had her pick of any colleges, and her parents had hoped she'd choose one of the universities their friends were so proud to send their kids to. But Anna was done with the games. She had a pick of scholarships and selected a good, private teaching college upstate. She'd decided to become an educator and had it in her mind that when she graduated and found a job she'd be the kind of teacher that would champion kids like her, and put stuck-up little socialite brats in their place if they even though treating their peers with cruelty.

She knew she'd be a good teacher, and she was. But the time she'd graduated from college, she'd blossomed both socially and physically. She'd purposefully chosen a university with a good academic reputation and her new peers were serious and studious. Her waiflike appearance was now seen as something to admire, and she stopped hiding behind baggy dark clothing and began to wear fashionable outfits that accentuated her small but shapely frame. The mane of wavy black hair that hung almost to her waist was the envy of her friends; Anna accentuated it with colorful combs or tied it back with bright ribbons. When she began student teaching, her diminutive size made her approachable to even the most timid students, while her new-found confidence kept the older ones from taking advantage of her.

She had multiple, but settled on an inner city middle school. Her first year was tough; the students here weren't so much catty as gritty. They came from backgrounds she never could have imagined and her heart went out to them. She quickly became confidante to the troubled ones; the kids trusted her and her colleagues admired her.

Anna was happy, both professionally and personally. She had a good circle of friends and even enjoyed dating and had even had a couple of almost-serious boyfriends. She planned to stay where she was, and would have had her father not died. It was sudden, a heart attack. It left her mother a wreck and Anna � ever dutiful � decided to come back to Langford.

The only problem was finding a job. Even with her stellar credentials and references, she could find nothing in the public school system. The tough economy had led to a hiring freeze and the only jobs available were at Bridgestone Academy, which had undergone a staff shakeup the year before after a scandal involving the headmaster and a nubile senior student. The scandal had hit the paper, rocking the ivy-covered structure to its foundation. Bridgestone went into full damage control mode; the entire upper administration was fired, along with a number of instructors who were personal friends with the headmaster. Some locals called it a witch hunt, but the board was eager to salvage the school's reputation.

Anna's homecoming coincided with the school's head hunt. She had only reluctantly dropped off her resume and was surprised when her cell phone rang just moments after leaving the school. The board was interested � no, eager � to meet her. They apologized for not yet having a new headmaster and hoped that they'd trust the board to appoint a new administrator who would be worthy of her loyalty and respect.

It amused Anna to hear the board member being so solicitous to a former student that had never been celebrated, that had never made head cheerleader or filled the trophy case with awards. It gratified her to be accepted on merit, to be finally taken seriously in a town she'd always considered shallow.

She took the job. When school started after Labor Day, she'd be the new eighth grade teacher. Anna planned to spend the year teaching her mother to be more independent. She'd make more in that one year than she'd make working three years in the public school system. After that, she told herself, she'd leave. She knew that the administration would be disappointed, but after the years of pain she'd suffered at the school she figured taking the money and running would even the score.

Anna was confident she could handle a year at her hated alma mater. So it unnerved her a bit to find all the feelings of fear and apprehension rushing back as she looked in on the classroom where she'd spent so many unhappy hours. Her old home room where now, instead of avoiding eye contact with the class, she'd be facing them, teaching them. She wondered how many of her new students would be like the students she'd known � the petulant antagonists who dared the teachers to call mommy or daddy.

“Take a deep breath,” she said to herself, and walked up to the teacher's desk. Her desk. The former inhabitant had apparently not bothered to clean her desk. Paper clips and confiscated gum and notes littered the bottom of the top drawer. The file drawer was filled with lesson plans, a log book and mimeographed test sheets. Anna took out the log book and perused it quickly, noting which students had been written up. There had been quite a few; some had been sent to the headmaster multiple times.

“PADDLED.” The word, scrawled in red, by one problem student's name caught her attention. Anna was genuinely shocked that the school still used corporal punishment. She remembered students fearfully whispering of that particular penalty. Always administered by the headmaster, it was seen as the ultimate humiliation. She'd never seen the paddle, but had heard of it. It was long and thick and hung in the headmaster's closet. She remembered one or two students � burly rugby players, both � who had been called to the office for that particular punishment. They had been caught smoking. The boys had left the classroom with smirks on their faces and had returned walking stiffly, their faces flaming with embarrassment and their eyes red-rimmed from crying. The sight had terrified their classmates; even the miscreants behaved after seeing their heroes so subdued, or at least were more careful not to get caught.

Anna made an instant decision to enlighten the conservative academy about how disciplinary issues were to be handled. This wasn’t the 16th century; it was 2010. There were other ways to reach kids besides brute force. The idea of hauling kids in for a paddling was disturbing, especially to someone who could only imagine such brutality. Anna had never been spanked, and couldn’t imagine that any child could be subject to such a thing - especially teenagers who should be dealt with through reason. Bridgestone didn’t discriminate between girls and boys when it came to the penalty; girls could be paddled, too, although she’d never personally known any girl who’d been punished that way at the school. It had happened; she knew that. Two years before she had enrolled a girl named Celeste Conner had called her gym teacher a bitch in front of the entire class. She was taken to the principal’s office and her parents were given a choice; they could allow their daughter paddled or see her expelled. They approved the paddling. Celeste’s cries could be heard all the way to the cafeteria, or so the story went. Even now the very idea gave Anna a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach; she couldn’t imagine being bent over the headmaster’s desk, the plaid skirt of the school uniform barely covering a vulnerable bottom waiting for the hard sting of the paddle.

No, she would not allow such things at a school where she taught.

There came a knock at the door and a plump woman with red hair and a cheery smile stepped in.

“Hi!” she said. “I’m Genevieve Carlton, but you can call me Ginny. I’m the guidance counselor slash school nurse here.” She extended her hand. “You’re Anna, right?”

Anna smiled and accepted the handshake. “Yes,” she said.

“Well it’s good to have you, although it’s hard to imagine you teaching if you don’t mind my saying so. Some of your students are going to be bigger than you.”

“I’m used to that,” Anna said of the oft-made observation. “But that’s OK. I’ve faced some tough kids.”

“Oh, I heard,” Ginny said, wide-eyed. “You taught in the hood.” She said “hood” like it was a forbidden word.”

Anna resisted the urge to give into the anger she felt. “It was an urban area, but we never called it the ‘hood,” she said. “I enjoyed teaching in an urban school, and having gone here let me dispel any notions you have about those kids. A lot of them were better behaved than some of the kids I went to school with here at Bridgestone.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean�” Ginny turned as red as her hair. “I’m sorry. I just thought maybe this was like a step up you’d been waiting for.”

Anna sighed as she dumped the contents of the top drawer of the desk into the trash.

“No,” she said, setting the drawer back down and looking at her colleague. “My father died not too long ago. I took the job here to be for my mom. She’s having a really tough time. If my dad were still here I’d still be at my old job.”

“Oh�” Ginny looked away and an awkward silence filled the room as Anna slid the desk drawer back in and continued cleaning.

“I hear they’re going to announce a new headmaster any day,” Ginny offered, her voice hopeful that this new line of questioning would end with less embarrassment.

“That’s nice,” said Anna, wishing she could be alone.

“It was down between three guys - two of them old and one young. Well, not young. He’s a few years older than you. Word is that the younger one’s favored to win, even though he’s not an educator.”

Anna looked up. “Not an educator?”

“No!” Ginny said excitedly. “He’s an executive from old money. The board wants the school to run like a business. Accountability and all that. Is that weird or what?”

“Weird and wrong,” Anna said, shaking her head. “Someone from the private sector of business would have a hard time relating to educators. It’d be a disaster.”

She paused. “What’s his name?”

Ginny shook her head. “No one’s saying. We don’t know any of the finalists’ names.”

“Well, let’s hope they do the right thing,” Anna said.

“Hey, just as long as they don’t reduce our pay that’s all I care about,” Ginny said.

Anna turned away so the other woman wouldn’t see her roll her eyes. If she only knew how much other teachers did with a fraction of the income�

“Yeah,” she said. “Right.”

She turned back. “Well, I’ve got to finish getting cleaned up in here.”

“I hear ya.” Ginny moved towards the door. “The announcement’s supposed to be in the staff room at noon. I’ll come get you and we can walk together.”

“Sure,” Anna said.

She watched Ginny go and after she was sure she was out of hearing, Anna heaved a big sigh of exasperation.  Was everyone at Bridgestone gossipy and shallow and full of false assumptions about anyone different than the sheltered inhabitants of Langford? She promised herself that anyone else who referred to her former school as being in “the hood” was going to get an earful.

Anna reached into her box and snatched out a laminated poster, which she unrolled and pinned to the wall. It showed a group of teens of all different sizes and nationalities.

“Diversity is beautiful,” it read, and then considered the irony of hanging such a poster in a classroom full of upper class white kids who drove brand new cars home after school to a huge house and maid service.

Anna hoped that, if nothing else, her planned one year at Bridgestone would result in some raised consciousness among the staff and students. In some ways, she expected more challenges than she’d faced in an under-funded urban school district.

She mulled over how she could make a difference as she continued to set up her classroom. When Ginny Carlton came back in Anna was surprised at how quickly time had passed.

“Wow, this is�.different,” Ginny said, eyeing the diversity poster and unusual artwork that Anna had collected on two summer trips abroad.

“I want to the kids to think outside their zip code,” Anna explained.

“They’re not all cloistered,” Ginny said defensively. “A couple of them go skiing in Switzerland each year.”

Anna wasn’t going to bother to tell her that wasn’t the same thing.

“Let’s go,” she said, picking up her purse.

The staff room was actually a large conference room by the administration offices. Most of the teachers were already there. Anna was surprised to see one or two from her high school days. There was Mr. Marriot, who’d taught chemistry. He still looked like Einstein, she observed. He nodded, smiled and tipped an imaginary hat to her when she walked in. She smiled back. The librarian, Mrs. Satterfield, was still there, too. She looked as old and dour as Anna remembered. As some of the other teachers laughed and talked around her she scowled. Anna had the impression she’d have shushed them all if she thought they’d listen.

The teachers sat down around the table as the board filed in. It was the same four people who’d run the place since Anna could remember. They looked serious but optimistic and relieved. The choice of the headmaster would be the completion of the revised staff they all hoped would restore Bridgestone’s good name.

Everyone quieted down as the board members took their seat and Desmond Fremont, the chairman, began to speak.

“As you know,” he began, “Bridgestone Academy has faced the toughest year in its long and storied history. The shameful behavior of our last headmaster, whose name I shall not even speak, has sullied a long and proud tradition of a fine institution. At the end of last year we began the work of rebuilding that tradition by purging our staff of anyone who might taint the school by association. As you know, this is a tight knit community, and anyone who might be seen as sympathetic to or forgiving of a man who would abuse his authority as our last headmaster did was asked to leave. We were fortunate that most left without a fight. The others we had no choice but to purge more forcefully. We’ve been fortunate to have attracted new talent, some of which may look familiar�”

He nodded at Anna.

“Anna Fowler is back from teaching in a challenging environment upstate. She’s won numerous teaching awards and we are looking forward to her youthful vigor and optimism. Her exemplary record is a bonus.” He paused. “I only wish her return had been under better circumstances, both for us and for her. Miss Fowler, again, I regret to hear of your father’s passing.”

“Thank you,” she muttered, nodding left and right as the other staffers mumbled condolences.

“We retained some staff, brought in new and were satisfied and in general disagreement except over the crowing position. Whom would we choose for a new headmaster? We’ve always had educators at the helm, but this time a candidate stepped up from the private sector, a young man who graduated college to work in his family’s business. He was in contention with the former head of Yardley Prep and a noted former board member and retired teacher from prestigious Ravenscroft Girl’s School. It was not an easy decision, but by a slim majority, our board has decided that it may be time for someone from the business world to run this place with the kind of accountability and managerial skills that will shape its future�”

Anna could hear the word ‘no,” forming on the tip of her tongue. They were actually going to fill he headmaster’s position with someone from the private business sector? Some pencil pusher who’d walked from an expensive university into his daddy’s business? Could it get any worse?

“So without further ado, I’d like to welcome a new and familiar face back to Bridgestone Academy.”

Mr. Fremont stood. “Ladies and gentleman, please welcome your new headmaster, Logan Chance, III.”

“No!” This time Anna said the word, quietly but loud enough to draw curious glances from the people sitting beside her.

By the time he walked in her head was spinning as all the anxiety she’d thought she’d conquered came rushing back to her in a flood. The handsome that looked self-assured to everyone else looked arrogant to Anna, who felt her pale skin grow even paler as the new headmaster’s ice blue eyes scanned the room and then came to a sudden stop when he saw her.

“I’m honored,” he said, his gaze never leaving her face even as he addressed the room. “The decision to trust me with the challenge of rebuilding Bridgestone is one that I take seriously. As a young man, I did not always value discipline; as an adult I do and if I had to define the problem this institution has suffered, I would have to say that it’s a direct result of a lack of discipline, not just of the students but of the staff. In the business world I’ve learned that actions have consequences; perform well and you are rewarded. Perform poorly and you are punished. It’s a formula that works for business and works for people.”

His eyes scanned the room but came to rest again on Anna. She could feel the weight of his gaze. Her heart thudded in her chest.

“Defiance of order will not be tolerated,” he said. “Leadership will be obeyed. Leadership will lead. Firmness and fairness. Buck the system and suffer the consequences, regardless of age.  That is our new mantra. Everyone answers to me; I’m ready for that. And the buck stops with me. It’s a responsibility I’m ready to accept.”

Everyone around here was politely clapping and nodding and smiling. Anna could not bring herself to join them. Once again, the Big Man on Campus had stepped forward to dazzle everyone with simple words, as if laying down the law would have everyone marching in lock step. She wanted to stand up, to tell them all that the rigid rules and conservative posturing was likely what caused the former headmaster and head cheerleader to do something so completely outrageous as to form a relationship.

She could feel his gaze still on her. She summoned the will to look him, finally, and their eyes met. The feelings of anxiety intensified. He was studying her. What was he thinking? That he could return to his bullying ways? The he could relive his glory days of strutting around on campus calling the shots?

The other teachers were getting up now, pressing forward to shake his hand and welcome him to the staff. Anna stood, too, but hung back. She wasn’t going to shake his hand. All could do was stand there and think the school had made a huge mistake by signing a contract with this pompous bastard, and that she’d made a mistake by signing one with Bridgestone before she knew�

Linda on 02/09/2014 10:34pm
This was an ok story but I wish it had been a bit longer. Although Anna has changed Logan has not. He is not a caring person.
jeanped on 12/31/2013 05:24am
I don't know... I am not too sure about this story... I am not a big fan of school teacher/ head master stories so I went into this book with a little bit of trepidation. The story did surprise me though and I found it to be well written, despite the typos. I would have liked to see more of the relationship between Anna and Chase and the HEA left me hanging... Ms. Wilde should have a books 2 for this story.
Tia on 12/08/2013 09:46pm
A Headmaster and naughty school teacher story. I loved this. Anna has come home, and taken a position in her old school. Unbeknownst to her, an old nemesis has taken the position of Headmaster, and her inability to move past their history means they will butt heads. But Logan knows exactly how to make his point, and is more than happy to paddle her stubbornness out of her. I would recommend this book.
drb on 10/27/2013 10:26am
I liked this story but I agree it was too short. I would have liked to see the story continue and see their relationship develop.
angelia on 10/20/2013 08:23pm
sweet short story it has romance through out the whole story
Laurel on 10/17/2013 09:19pm
Anna is a teacher in the inner city who returns home to Bridgestone Academy where she once was a student. She was very petite and frail looking which Logan, (captain of the football team and very popular) was the leader of teasing and bulling her. He has matured and is now is the headmaster. He and Anna bang heads and he puts the old Bridgestone paddle to use on Anna. Can she trust that he is a different person now? Can they fall in love so quickly? I would have liked a longer story but enjoyed it.
marcia on 10/16/2013 04:43pm
I really enjoyed this one. It was so realistic, I mean your bully is now a good guy and he wants to tell you right from wrong as well as date you! I loved it. I kept wanting her to check him not fall into place so quickly in certain places but I the authors way was more realistic. This is a good one.
Vera Dunn on 10/09/2013 05:55pm
This is certainly one of the better stories I have read. A hate relationship between a teacher and her former bully, which is a great idea. Wilde creates the characters in a very natural, realistic environment and they're very colorful and enjoyable to read about. I only wish it was longer!
KatD on 10/05/2013 11:36pm
I liked this story and the writing but the ending was to abrupt just started to get going and it ended.....Could be re-written into a longer story and add a few defiance scenes - Also it seems to be no continuation with the mothers grief.. like the ending....
Es on 09/26/2013 03:26am
This story was WAY too short, it was so good, and I really wanted to see the character development, it was such a good idea for a story. I really would love to see a continuation of this story. I have not loved a short story as much as this, or have been as frustrated wanting to know more. lol
Gayle on 09/22/2013 06:59pm
The book raises some interesting questions about wealth, permissiveness, responsibility and society. The school bully is still a bully and I found it hard to like him at first. The heroine forgives him much too quickly and far too easily. Still he is an attractive man with core beliefs and he isn't afraid to stand up for them. The heroine changes in a reasonable way and remains true to her values. The book has distracting errors, so it rates a 3 when it could have been a 4.
kitty_ranma on 09/21/2013 09:30pm
short very short. would have liked to see Hannah getting spanked. and suspended instead of expelled.
kelly on 09/20/2013 02:12am
I love books with the Headmaster/teacher spanking stories in them, and this one had that in spades. Although shorter than I would have liked which is the only reason I gave it four stars instead of five this book was everything you could ask for in a good romantic spanking story. At the beginning you meet Anna a middle school teacher who has overcome her own childhood bullying problems to become a teacher and example to her students. I enjoyed watching how the story played out between Logan and Anna when having to face each other for the first time since they were children. Although short it had plenty of great spanking scenes and even a hot steamy sex scene thrown, and had me hooked from the first page to the last. Would love it if Miss Fiona Wilde would consider doing a sequel on these two later on to see where life leads them!
JC on 09/15/2013 11:06am
This is a very enjoyable story. The characters well written. Wish the ending want so rushed.
Tara on 09/13/2013 08:11pm
Way too short, but interesting nonetheless. I liked the premise, and would have enjoyed reading more about the characters.
KArc on 09/11/2013 11:38pm
I really liked this story. I think, like Anna, I wanted to hate Logan and all that he stood for, but couldn't. He was reliable, determined and strong but always kind and understanding even when he was doing something distasteful. I thought the story was too short, it was just getting started when it abruptly ended. Also, shortly after Logan paddles her she looks in the mirror and sees his hand prints on her bottom, that wouldn’t be possible since he used a paddle, not his hand.
Andrea on 07/08/2013 05:40pm
What a great story! It reminded me of my school days with both happy and unpleasant memories. I could easily sympathize with Anna. I'm glad she forgave Logan for his past behaviour. I thought that the events from his past changed him into a different person than what he was in school and the way he acted in the book proved that. it would have been nicer if the story was longer. I thought Anna and Logan fell in love a little too easily.
cheryl on 03/28/2013 09:32am
This was a good story about a past bully. The characters were believable, however I wish that the bully would have done more in this story to show remorse for his past behavior.
cheryl on 03/28/2013 09:32am
This was a good story about a past bully. The characters were believable, however I wish that the bully would have done more in this story to show remorse for his past behavior.
Laura on 03/09/2013 09:37pm
Not a favorite of mine. Anna and her nemesis Logan see each other again after they are both hired at their old alma mater. I found it barely plausible and to me stilted.
DAWN on 02/18/2013 02:29pm
loved this story !! I would have to say I would have the same reaction to his promotion. I loved the way he opened up to her and she forgave him in her own way for the way he treated her when they where young.
star on 01/05/2013 03:45pm
A former school bully trying to make up for the past. Does he succeed I am not sure sometimes he comes off as being a bigger bully now other times like he is doing the right thing. I am undecided with this book I found it short the ending rushed. The idea for the story was good Just did not come across the way I expected
Evelyn on 11/24/2012 12:31am
Very good stroy even though it is on the short side about how people can change the bad habits and attitudes they had as a rebellious teenager. Very good characters and a nice plot.
ROXANNE on 11/20/2012 05:03pm
Once a bully, always a bully, right? Well, not exactly but definitely the boss. Made me remember about my school days and maybe what my friends (and not so much friends) are up to now!
Cynthia on 11/06/2012 10:28am
This book has such a great premise and I liked it! It was just way too short.
Alicia on 10/14/2012 05:44pm
This was a good story about secoond chances and making up for mistakes made in the past. Chance and Anna were great characters but I know I sure wouldn't have been quite so willing to forgive and forget. I wish the ending had been longer but maybe there will a book two to show how these two relationship really developed.
Don L. on 09/23/2012 03:03pm
The bullying boy becomes a bullying man. He spanks without a good right, in my view, and the spankings aren't that hot. I didn't find the romance persuasive nor the spankings hot. I have liked other stories by this author, but not this one.
Kathy on 09/18/2012 04:46am
While I always applaud Ms. Wilde's books, the ending on this one was too quick and short. School bullies I can relate to. Unfortunately. And when they come back when you're an adult, you have to know that you're living a nightmare all over again. Anna thought she was doing just that. Logan coming back into her life wasn't what she was expecting, and I can't even begin to imagine what her heart and mind was going through. Or her butt! It was a good read. For the most part.
Anni on 09/16/2012 03:14pm
Loved the story, just wish it had been longer. Great plot, loved both Anna and Chance. Enjoyable!!!
AJF on 09/06/2012 05:37am
Had great possibilities, but I just didn't feel any romance between the lead characters.
Yemajah on 09/04/2012 01:55pm
Good beginnig, but the end comes too aprupt.
susan on 09/03/2012 09:49am
It was a good story though very short and with an abrupt ending.
ScarlettPhoenix on 09/02/2012 11:01am
The plot was a little formulaic for my tastes. I found myself skipping along trying to get to the good parts.
Crystal on 08/30/2012 05:21pm
I had high hopes for this one with everything going on in today’s world. However it seems to me that neither character really never really learned from past mistakes.
Victoria on 08/28/2012 10:46am
Excellent book. Loved it.
Tan on 08/27/2012 09:48pm
The storyline for this book was quite interesting. However, since the typos and grammatical errors are so numerous, I could not bring myself to finish reading it. Be professional and use a proof-reader please!
Tan on 08/27/2012 09:45pm
I liked the storyline for this book. However, since the typos and grammatical errors are so numerous I could not bring myself to finish reading it. Use a proof-reader!
Rita on 08/26/2012 08:21pm
A great story however it seemed like there was a rush to get to the end. I love the characters especially how their past connects to their present relationship, very creative.
Karen M on 08/26/2012 03:51pm
What's worse then coming back and facing the ghosts that were your high school years. Having to do that when your worst enemy turns out to be the guy in charge. The story is good but I felt the ending was just a bit rushed not sure I could forgive and forget quite that fast.
DNF on 08/25/2012 10:28pm
A short story that leaves you with the hope to know how to evolve the relationship between Anna and Charles. For info there is a mismatch between the author of the novel and the author on the cover.
SH on 08/23/2012 05:01pm
I did enjoy this story despite the typos. I would have loved to read more as the relationship developed between Anna and Chance.
cls on 08/19/2012 07:45pm
The former school bully, Chance, and the former picked on student, Anna, are now the new headmaster and teacher. The sparks fly and it was a good story but needed a little but better proof reading as all of her books do. Some discrepancies in names and situations.
beverly on 08/16/2012 04:08pm
Really enjoyed the fireworks between Anna and the Principal. Hope to see a book 2 real soon...

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