Summary

Never try to meet your heroes, lest they be found to have feet of clay. Catelyn Greene is head over heels for Rowan Hale, the country's top photographer of the moment. He's everything she ever wanted to be, so imagine her surprise when he enters her classroom one day, as her new substitute teacher and seems to hate her on sight. What's a girl to do? Why, make a fake profile and talk to him online, of course. Updates every Monday *************** DM'ing the teacher Chapter 1 My last day of normality is average. The dissatisfaction of it has been growing for a while now. There isn't a specific cause for it as far as I can tell, but it's there, a little bigger every day. I have no idea why, and with the puppies crawling all over my crossed legs as I socialize them at the shelter, I have no reason for the discontent. Charlie, a two months old Golden Retriever, bites my legging pants, play growling at me. A little tickle on his belly and he's down on his back, all legs up, wiggling his tail so hard his entire body is shaking playfully. His funny noises are barely audible under the din of dozens of other dogs and the cats kept along another wing of the shelter. "Adoption visit. Puppy line up. " Amy calls out from the front. The little puppies wriggle madly, tumbling over each other. I comb the wisps of hair that escaped my coronet braid to glue themselves on my sweaty face, and patiently try to line the little rascals. They're children, so trying to do this is simply waste a time, but I do it anyway. The Johnson's little girl, Emily, looks at the large doggy playground where I am and the ten puppies run to the gate, yipping for attention. Blond little Emily kneels in front of the fence with wide, delighted green eyes. Mr Johnson smiles a greeting for me but doesn't look away from his daughter, as it should be. "Which one is the most energetic and playful? I need a little guy to tire Emy out. " Soft-spoken Mrs. Johnson asks. Emily can't stop looking at Charlie, who's licking her fingers through the waist high bars. "The one who seems to already have picked your girl. " I smile, picking up Charlie and handing him over. Charlie is one of my favourites, he got in with his mama and three sisters at one week old when the mama's owners decided they didn't want a pregnant dog. "Should we pick one for Dmitri? " Mrs. Johnson asks her husband. My ears perk right up. There isn't anyone with the name o...