Hello everyone! Sorry this update was delayed (I don't have any assignments to do and thus no motivation to procrastinate with fic!). Sorry if this chapted is sucky... I knew what I wanted to write I'm just not particularly good at writing it.

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"Hey Jess, do you have a black pen I could borrow?" Nick was leaning on her desk while the entire class was working silently and she wanted to kill him.

"How about you sit down, Miller." She didn't even look up from the work she was marking.

"What's the point of me sitting down if I don't even have a pen to write with?" His tone was sarcastic now and she had to pretend to be annoyed, slowly looking up to see he had the smile to match.

"You're really annoying; you know that?" She continued plastering on her best unimpressed face. It was so obvious what he was doing.

He took the pen from her hand with a cocky wink and turned to walk back to his desk.

"Ugh Nick." She said, a little too loud. So loud that the whole class stopped and looked up at her.


He had started doing stuff like this, every class. Just little things that he knew would get a rise out of her.

And it was working.

Always being the last person to leave the class, asking her countless questions that were hardly even on topic and the worst of all, booking office hours.

What the hell. As if he genuinely had school related things to talk to her about. But it was against the rules for her to reject a student's request.

"Nick." She said as he walked into the empty classroom. Shutting the door behind him.

"Thanks so much for meeting with me." He sat down in the chair in front of her desk with a smug look on his face.

"I'm your teacher. It's my job."

She was in a particular shitty mood.

The plumbing in her apartment was stuffed and the tap was running all night. She hadn't had more than an hours sleep and she was having to meet with Nick Miller on what was supposed to be her afternoon off. Just for him to flirt with her and make her have to sit through an hour of pretending she didn't want him back. Like she had been all week.

It was getting pretty exhausting. The whole being in love with someone that you're not allowed to be in love with… even though she cringed at the thought… 'love'? ew.

"So what did you want to talk about?" She let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes. She just didn't have the energy to keep them open.

"Is everything okay, Jess?"

She looked up at him as soon as she heard the tone in his voice.

It wasn't sarcastic and it wasn't the normal cocky Nick she had been getting used to lately. It was kind of raw and caring and she was taken back.

"Yeh, sorry, I'm just so tired, you know? Is it that obvious?" She tried to laugh. Looking at the concerned look in his eye.

"I'm sorry... if… this has to do with me? Or-" Now he felt bad. Great. She looks like she can't take a joke.

"No. It's not you." She busted in quick. "I just haven't been sleeping well and my apartments falling apart and I have all of this marking to do and –"She realised quickly how much she was going on. "Sorry, you're not my therapist."

"Jess." He raised his eyebrows. "You're allowed to be tired and you're allowed to vent." He let off a little chuckle, still serious Nick though (the hottest Nick).

"Thanks." She blushed a little. Looking down at the note book in front of her. "But please, let's talk about you. How can I help?"

He suddenly felt really bad for wasting her time, so he came up with a few questions to ask about his last assignment and then started to wrap it up.

"Take it easy, Jess." He said as he put his coat on. "And if you need any help with your apartment, I'm pretty handy around the house."

She laughed. He was such a jerk but he also had this real gentleman side.

"I'll be fine, but thanks." As if she could ever invite him into her house and watch him be all manly, with his tools and ugh.


"You can't come out until next week?" She was almost crying on the phone. It had been three days of non-stop drip-drop and her bathroom was borderline flooding. "Well it's all fun and games until your entire apartment building is flooded!" she yelled down the phone and hung up.

She was making a big deal of this. And maybe it was because she wanted to have to ask him for help. He was the last resort and the faster she got there, the better.

She opened up her laptop and scrolled through the school file until she found his name. Woops. This was probably illegal on several counts. But it was kind of exciting.

She typed his number into her phone and decided on a text. No flirting and no playing the damsel in distress.

Hey Nick, Jessica Day here! Just wondering if I could take you up on that offer… You know, the one about you fixing things in my apartment?

She clicked send and she almost instantly regretted it. This was literally asking for trouble.

No problem at all. Text me your address and I'll head over this afternoon? Nick.


"Nick, thank you so much for coming." Jess opened the door and OF COURSE he did that stupid kiss her on the cheek thing that made her feel some kind of way.

"Of course, Jess." He had a smirk on his face as he watched her regain composure after his little display of affection. But really she was kind of distracted by his outfit.

He had on these tan pants with a brown belt but the worst part was the shirt that was tucked into them. It was a kind of grey sweater and it was doing ridiculously amazing things for his body. Jess hated it.

He laughed. Like he always does when he catches her looking lost in thoughts he's more than sure are about him. Jess hated it.

"Soo, this is my house." She chuckled, stepping backwards to let him through. "As you can see, it takes insane maintenance, being so big and all."

"I can absolutely see why you needed to call in the big guns." He said with a laugh, dropping his toolbox and taking a walk around the tiny lounge room. "I like it, Jess. It's very you."

"Oh yeah?" She blushed. "And what exactly does that mean?" Okay, yeah, it was flirty and definitely went against every rule she had set for herself prior to him coming inside. But rules were dumb and he's really hot.

A smile took over his face at her invitation to flirt back and he turned back towards her.

"Well, it's small." She giggled. "And it's beautiful to look at."

"You think so?" Her smile mirrored his completely as she looked up into his eyes.

"I know so. It's also really sweet and kind of perfect. Yeah, I guess you could say I am very, very attracted to your apartment."

"Nick!" She pretended to be mad as he leaned down and kissed her hard on her lips. Just for a moment.

"Okay, this is not why I called you over here. I promise." She pushed his chest back and began to walk into the bathroom.

"I honestly wouldn't be mad." He followed behind her. "Holy shit, Jess? How long has it been like this?"

Her bathroom floor had towels all over it as the sink and the shower continued to drip. Jess went to turn on the light.

"Jessica!" He grabbed her arm and pulled it away from the switch. "Please tell me you haven't been running electricity through here." He pointed at her hair dryer and stared at her.

"I mean, I hadn't really thought –"

"Oh my god, Jess! You should have called me like, a week ago." He was almost mad, but in a ridiculously hot kind of protective way.

"My landlord was meant to sort it out!" She laughed a little and he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"It's fine. It'll be fine. I just –"He stared at her and then back at the damp floor, "You could have seriously hurt yourself."


Nick had been working on the bathroom for the better half of an hour and Jess had stood leaning on the door and watching, the entire time.

He would sometimes turn around and ask her for some special tool which she had absolutely no idea what it was, but besides that, Nick was a very focused fixer.

He would chuckle at the things she said and sometimes respond in yes or no answers, but he was far too occupied working those forearms and driving her crazy.

"Wow, this is kind of the dream." She laughed. "A hot guy working on my pipes without talking back to me."

He stopped for a minute and turned back to look at her. He had the most amused and genuine look in his eyes, she couldn't help but blush.

"You're such an idiot, Jess." He shook his head and tried to hide his smile.


Finally, Nick was packing up his tools and the sink was working perfectly.

"I'm all done, Jess!" He called down the hall as he hopped onto his feet.

"Oh my god, you're honestly the best." She began turning the sink on and off really quick.

"Jess." He laughed, holding the tap off over her hand.

"Thank you." She blushed a little. "I mean it, Nick. This means a lot."

He just smiled, looking into her eyes in the extremely difficult to escape position.

"Oh, and while you're here –" She busted out, ruining the moment. "The lightbulb in my bedroom hasn't worked for like… since I moved in."

"You don't know how to change a lightbulb?"

"No? Why would I ever have to know that?"

"Hmm I don't know? When you live by yourself?" They both began to laugh as she passed him the spare globe.

"Nick." She said as he was stretching up to swap the bulb, his shirt just beginning to untuck itself.

"Jess." He chuckled. Looking over towards her, as she leaned on the door frame.

"Do you wanna stay for dinner?"

"I think it's the least you could do." He laughed.

"I think that's my line." She smiled, heading into the kitchen.


"I don't like vegetables." Nick said, coming up behind her as she continued to mix them in the pan.

"What are you? Five years old?" She refused to turn around as he placed a hand on the bench either side of her body.

"Could a five-year-old do this?" He started kissing her neck and it was absolutely hot as hell. But in that context?

"Nick, ew. Did you hear what you just said?" She kept her eyes firmly on the veggies.

"Okay, that's fair." He gave her shoulders a quick rub before setting the table.

They ate dinner and chatted about things like childhoods and college life. It was a side of him she had never had the chance to see just one on one.

And then of course, the inevitable previous relationships conversation came up.

"Six years? What a jerk." Nick raised his eyebrows as Jess took another drink from her wine glass.

"Yep! What a waste of time that was."

"I don't know. I feel like sometimes you gotta deal with this kind of crap to realise you can't take advantage of what's in front of you." He stood up and grabbed her plate as he headed into the kitchen. "I was with Caroline for such a long time that I forgot what it was like to feel the real deal kind of love, you know? I was too comfortable and too scared to change that."

"Mmm." Jess agreed as she contemplated what he was saying while swirling her wine. "And now?" She looked over at him, who was leaning with his back against the sink.

"Well." He chuckled. "I guess now I remember what it's like to feel the goose bumps and the butterflies."

She smiled a defeated smile, letting off a big sigh. She liked him. A lot. But she just couldn't keep going with this. She was leading him on when she knew damn well she could never be with one of her students.

"Nick, I-"

"Jessica." He interrupted her, knowing what she was about to say was something he did not want to hear. "I'm in…" He rubbed his hand over his face. "I'm really, really into you."

"Everyone is into their bubbly English teacher." Jess swallowed hard and tried to be brave about the whole thing. "I can't play this part in your sexy teacher fantasy."

"What?" His face changed and she could see he was getting mad. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Jess?"

"I don't wanna get hurt, Nick. I made it clear from the start. I can't be with a student."

"That's bullshit, Jess." He ran his hands through his hair and stared at the ceiling. "You know fucking well that isn't what's happening here." He waited for her to respond, and when she didn't, he got even angrier. "I'm not some fucking jerk that's going to cheat on you after six years. I thought you knew me better than that." He was borderline yelling.

"I knew him, too." She mumbled, not looking at him.

"I can't believe this." He hit his hand on the kitchen bench. "After all this, that you'd still think I was some piece of shit."

He stormed out and slammed the door.