Katherine's sparkling blue eyes widened in shock as he announced his big news to the room full of eager teenagers. She looked down at the bundled paper on her desk, thinking back about all the hours she had spent working on this thing, just for her new favourite teacher - the only one that seemed to care about her education - to leave.<br/>With a disgruntled sigh, she pushed her seat away from her desk with a<i>screech </i>that echoed around the classroom and stood up, the action collecting the attention of the majority of teenagers as the petite redhead collected her stuff, including her project and walked to the front.<br/>She looked up at him with an obviously disappointed expression and with a small shake of her head she dumped her project into the waste paper bin that sat next to his desk with a satisfying<i>thud</i>before she proceeded to walk out of the classroom.<br/>There was no point being stuck in that freezing classroom if her education wasn't going to be benefited at all, plus she didn't think she could even face that man now. If he hadn't been planning on at least finishing the school year for them, he shouldn't have bothered turning up in the first place.<br/>There was no sight of the redhead in any of her timetabled history classes the next week, most of her classmates finding the whole thing rather hilarious, all fully aware of her disgruntled opinion in relation to Mr. Lincoln.<br/><br/>Saturday night had started off with a simple house party, but had quickly escalated to visiting every club in the nearest vicinity. Her alcohol levels steadily climbing throughout the night until she found herself stumbling around downtown, her heels dangling from her hand by the straps as she wandered aimlessly for a while before finally gasping.<br/>She found herself calling the number that had been provided to her whole class when Mr Lincoln had rolled into town. There was no way that she could go home, not in the state of clothes...or lack there of that she was wearing.<br/>She was sitting on the curb, in the cold and dark of the night when he finally arrived to pick her up. Katherine didn't notice him to begin with, too engrossed in her phone, which currently lit up her well made up face. Her long athletic legs stretched out in front of her, barely covered by the mini dress that hung to every inch it covered, leaving very little to the imagination and the cool breeze making it very evident that a bra wasn't being worn.