“Ms. Taylor?” Carson stammered, his voice hardly above a whisper. “Carson!? Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Ms. Taylor gasped. She quickly got her towel and wrapped it around herself. Carson could not help but stare before Ms. Taylor covered her nakedness up. “Hey! Quit staring!” Ms. Taylor yelled, causing Carson to refocus. “Oh, I uh… yeah I’m sorry,” Carson squeaked. “What are you doing in the men’s locker room, Ms...

Flowers freshly blooming, the smell of fresh-cut grass, and the noise of the first birds chirping made for a beautiful early spring day. Carson had the windows down and country music blaring as he cruised home from school in his run-down pickup that he worked tirelessly on to keep working. Carson was a senior in high school. His blonde hair fell down just above his eyebrows and his blue eyes pierced through anyone he look...