Stolen Innocence (Evergreen) [Student/Teacher Love Story]

nineteen

thanks for reading! just a quick author's note as this story continues to gain traction...

this story is considered lolita-esque, but is NOT at all romanticizing or condoning the actions within this book.

this story is about an unprofessional, inappropriate and extremely wrong relationship/love story between a 13-14 year old girl and her teacher.

with that being said, it is much like a novel "My Dark Vanessa" if any of have you have read/heard of that book, this is very much in the same vein. not condoning or romanticizing the love, but very much just giving perspective to it and how complicated love can be.

just to reiterate, he is grooming her, he is a pedophile. there will be repercussions to this.

please vote and comment! this story is still ongoing!!

xoxo

Touch after touch, kiss after kiss and moment after moment I can feel myself slipping away and becoming his a bit more every day. It feels right, like this was who I was born to be. I actually find myself listening in class now, unable to keep my eyes off of him. Off his arms that have wrapped themselves around me, off his lips that have claimed mine so many times, off his chest that I've been pressed up against on numerous occasions. All I see when I look at him are hot and heavy moments, deep breaths, lips locked on one another's hands entwined, him sending me over the edge again and again.

I haven't told my friends what we've been doing together. What he's made me feel. What I've experienced with him. As far as they know, all we've done is kiss, but I know they suspect more has gone on.

Next week is Halloween, and my friends have said nothing to me about the plans I'm assuming they've made. From what I've heard, the school is planning on throwing a Halloween dance - one in which I will not be attending. Regardless of the fact that I have no one to go with, Michael has expressed numerous times that I wouldn't fit in there anyway. Everyone would be able to tell that I'm too mature for the dance, and it simply wouldn't be fun for me.

I bit my tongue at this, as I realized that if Hayden and Bianca were to ask me to go with them, I know I'd jump at the opportunity.

My mom and dad have been talking about me when they think I can't hear, their "hushed" whispers are really not that quiet. They also seem to think I go to bed way earlier than I actually do. Little do they know, I have way too much time on my hands and way too many thoughts coursing through my head to go to bed at a reasonable time.

"Iris!" Ethan calls my name after class gets out and I have to shake out of my trance that Michael continualy puts me in to pay attention to him.

"Ethan!" I reply back, trying to be just as chipper, but failing miserably. I catch Michael staring at the two of us as I pack up my bag, actually having taken out a notebook and pen today. Crazy, I know.

"I had a question..." He glances in Michael's direction who is not hiding his obvious glaring very well, "Can we talk about it somewhere else?"

"Uh, yeah sure. Just gimme a sec," I mumble as I gather my belongings and start following him out of the class.

"Um, Iris? Can I talk to you for a moment?" So close. My eyes flutter up to see Ethan's eyes on Michael and I clench my eyes shut for a moment, praying he doesn't think anything of this.

"I'll be right out," I assure Ethan and he nods in my direction, forcing a smile before exiting the classroom, his eyes on Michael the whole way out. Michaell's staring over at me sheepishly and I roll my eyes, waiting for the last kids to file out before making a scene.