Her eyes flickered over to meet his, her pink lips curving into the tiniest of smiles, a hint of embarrassment crossing her features as he spoke.  It wasn't her goal in life to become a teacher's pet, far from it in reality and in most cases she was like marmite to teachers; you hated her or you loved her and that was how she wanted it. As she was left in peace and quiet, she turned back to the diaries, more than happy to peruse the diary even though she spoke not a word of the beautiful language scrawled so hurriedly and carelessly on the faded and curled pages.<br/><br/>Keeping the diary tucked in her hands, she glanced around the little alcove one more time before she headed for the wooden door that led back to the lavish living room that her teacher was in. Through the door, his voice was audible, but barely a frustrated murmur to her ears and she loitered by the door, not wanting to encroach on a private and seemingly personal conversation. When no more sound could be heard, she made just enough noise to announce her arrival, making an unnecessary fuss about closing the door before she turned to face her handsome teacher again.<br/><br/>"I really can't thank you enough for this, I'll make sure you get it back in the same condition.." She promised, her feet leading her towards the big main door, having already overstayed what was appropriate and her father would be pacing the floor by now waiting for her to arrive home.<br/><br/>Over the next month, while writing frantically away at her book project, Katherine visited her teachers house three more times, all with the promise of newly discovered diaries to exchange the one she had just finished for. It was almost a sad day when the redhead walked into her history lesson that day, the papers containing all her hard work neatly in a light pink folder stuffed in her bag, and stapled freshly together.