Kimberly Hart had just moved to Reefside, California from Miami, Florida. She had moved here to open up a new gymnastics studio and she had also been asked to coach the gymnastics team at Reefside High School. She would be teaching an English class there as well, but only in the morning. She had no idea who she was going to run into that first morning at her new workplace.

"Hi, I'm Kimberly Hart. I'm the new English teacher here. Could you tell me where room 1220 is?" she asked the secretary in the front office.

"Actually, it's right next door to Dr. O.'s room, he's coming this way now, I'm sure he could show you." The lady with the beehive hair-do informed her.

"Thanks." Kim said and turned to see where the woman was pointing. Her eyes went wide and she felt like she were going to pass out and throw up all at the same time when she saw who this Dr. O. was. She quickly turned back around, hoping that he wouldn't see her.

"Good morning Dr. Oliver." The secretary said when he came in.

"Good morning Mrs. Haysley. Do I have any mail?" He asked.

"No, not today sir, but this young lady here…she's the new English teacher. She needs some one to show her her class room." Mrs. Haysley said, looking at Kim who had her back to Tommy at the time, " What was the number again, Dear?"

"1220." She said, "But I'm sure I could find it myself."

"It's no trouble, that's right next door to my room. I'll show you." He said.

"Are you sure it's no trouble, Tommy?" she said, turning around so he could see her face, "Or should I say Dr. Oliver?" Tommy swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"Of course it's no trouble." He said, with the fakest smile she'd ever seen plastered on his face, "Come on, I'll show you." He took her by the arm, and practically dragged her down the hall.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he whispered as soon as they were out in the hall.

"I didn't even know you lived here. I got a call from Principle Randall who asked me if I would come teach and coach." She said.

"Oh, well, that's good." He said, now taking the chance to give her a good looking over. She wore black slacks that flared at the bottom, black dress shoes, an almost skin tight black shirt over a hot pink one. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and little strands hung around her face. Her make up was done so that one could barely tell that she wore any and she seemed to look so much younger than she really was. Her shirt had scrunched up a little at the bottom and he saw what looked like a really nasty bruise. Then he took a closer look at her and noticed random bruises up and down the portion of her arms that he could see.

"God Kim, what happened to you?" he whispered, not meaning to say it out loud.

"It's nothing for you to worry about, okay." She said, as they reached her door.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Tommy." She snapped, then she calmed herself, "I'm fine. Thank you for showing me to my door. I'll see you later." He only nodded and they both went into their rooms.