I'm Sorry Ms.Venable...

This is wrong..

TW- homophobia, Yelling, Cussing, physical fighting, getting told to kys.

Wordcount- 2,573

Wilhemina's POV:

"You may leave now y/n, if you are late again you will be punished." Y/n nods and walks out of the door.

Hmm, this will be fun...

I then pick up my phone and call someone.

"Hey Venny," A soft voice says on the other line.

"Hi baby, I found the one..." I say, not noticing the smile spreading across my lips.

"Oh my god- you're lying," the woman says on the other line now becoming more serious.

"Nope, you'll have to come to work with me tomorrow and meet her."

"Wilhemina..." the lady says sounding concerned.

"What- what's wrong?"

"She is one of your students? Honey, you could get fired-"

"Hey, I have it under control besides I know she is 18 it says on her roster that she turned 18 last year she just started school later. We just have to keep it a secret for a couple of months till she graduates, then we're free," I explain.

The other woman sighs, "I don't know... this is wrong..."

"Baby it will be fine, trust me ok?"

"Ok ok, your right... I'll be there tomorrow I'm excited to meet her," the lady says now smiling.

"That's the spirit, come here early she will be here early as well. I made it seem like she was in trouble," I say smirking.

"God ok... I love you venny, I'll see you soon."

"Of course, Love you too, sweetheart, bye."

"Bye."

I smile to myself, hanging up the phone and grabbing my bag. I walk out into the parking lot, get into my dark purple car, and drive off.

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Y/n's POV:

You get into your room and slam the door, annoyed by your mother totally killing the vibe between you and your dad.

You and your dad always get along, he's like the best friend you never had... you aren't great at making friends because you're too shy and not very talkative, so instead people just like to make fun of you for that...

That girl that had picked up your paper in Ms. Venable's class was one of Chloe's friends... Chloe is the bitch that makes fun of you for every little thing you do, she even mocks the way you talk. Now that she knows you're a lesbian- thanks to one of her minions. God, it will be hell tomorrow. She's a homophobic bitch who hates my guts, and why you may ask?

I have no clue.

You flop down on your bed with your mind running free, you can't help but think about Ms.Venable. Her dominant voice makes your stomach get butterflies.

I know this is bad but I think I'm falling for my teacher... and she's not just any teacher, she's probably the most strict teacher on campus.

As your mind wanders the thought of you and Ms.Venable you end up falling asleep.