Teacher of the Year (Teachers in Love, #1)

by M.A. Wardell

“Marvin Block, you had the entire break to get gas. Why do you always risk one more drive when there’s a serious chance of being stranded?”

As a child, my mother occasionally referred to me as “pubic head,” which explains a lot about our relationship.

“When I grow up, I want to marry a taco.” For the record, me too, kid, me too.

Always trying to get other people to run with you is not welcome or cute. I wouldn’t run unless zombies were chasing me, and even then, after a block, I’d probably relent and offer myself up as a tasty kosher snack.

I must ensure all my ducks are in a row. My ducks typically dance at a rave, so I’ve got my work cut out for me.

That flag cannot be red or large enough.

This man must think I’m the conductor of the hot mess express.

I have this problem where I vacillate between wanting a healthy, loving relationship and wanting to become a professional hermit.

And anyway, bisexual people exist. Don’t be biphobic.

“I’m open to a Destiny’s Child reunion but not much else.” “Deflecting.”

I’m getting so much anxiety from this conversation bc I keep thinking what if Ilan comes back and youre still on his bed

“Who’s Aston Martin?”

Duuuuude noooooooooo I’m disappointed

“Do you still feel like that kiss?” “Marvin, I’m not leaving your apartment until you kiss me.”

stress eating is one of my favorite pastimes.

“Where are we, anyway? I mean, I know we’re here, in your house, on the sofa, but where are we?”

the bowtie I’m wearing refuses to remain straight, which feels fitting.

Can we please thank the universe for giving us gray sweatpants? There should be a holiday celebrating gray sweatpants season. I would gladly fall on my knees and pray to gray sweatpants.

“You make Daddy smile.”

Reaching to retrieve the condom, I’m so turned on and discombobulated, I lose my balance and tumble to the ground with a loud thud. And now Olan’s on the bed. Wanting to be fucked. Ready to be fucked. And I’m on the floor.

“He’s being a whore for you,” I say. “Just like his dad.” “Only for you.”

Yesterday, Jack was asking about you and I referred to you as my boyfriend.”

How is your sponsor finding out I’m your boyfriend before me?”

“Listen to me, Marvin, because you need to hear this. People are not perfect. Nick is not perfect. The man is a complete pig and a child. Do you know he forgets to flush the toilet? I’m not talking about pee either. Like a kindergartener. How is he going to remember to feed the baby if he can’t remember to flush the toilet? I’m not perfect – okay, I’m damn close, but I am bossy and needy, and well, that’s about it. So close. But not perfect.”

Please woman smack some sense into him

Nobody is perfect. But when you find someone whose imperfections complement yours and help you both be better versions of yourselves, you choose to make it work.”

“Fuck his feelings. You need to fight for him!”

I pull away because Dr. Knorse is only a few feet away watching, and well, the whole room is waiting. He pulls me back quickly, holds me close, and whispers, “I love you.”