How to Get Caught Sleeping With Your Teacher

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December 6th
I walked into the court room with sweat on my forehead and a nervous look in my eyes. None of this was supposed to happen. Things were supposed to be great my junior and senior year. But somehow things got twisted and manipulated. I quickly groomed my dress, in an attempt to make myself more presentable, but I knew it wouldn't make much of a difference. I looked around in an attempt to calm myself, which had the opposite effect. I saw some of my classmates peering at both him and I as I walked in. I think everyone wanted to see his face when I walked in so they kept darting their eyes back and forth between the two of us. I hated their eyes on me. It was like needles poking at my skin with every added glance by another judgmental high school student. My only relief was my best friend Lucia sitting in the front row who turned around and gave me a reassuring smile. But none of them knew the truth. None of them knew anything they thought they did about us. They were saying that he coaxed me into loving him. That he lured me into his bed. That he raped me. That wasn't the case. That wasn't even close to the case.

11 Months Earlier
It all started with a trip up the stairs. My clumsiness was what lead to this entire situation. I should have known better than to think this could have ended any other way than rocky. I remember every moment of the day perfectly. I remember how the weather man had called for flurries around seven or eight that evening, but instead we just got a torrential downpour around 8:30 AM. I remember how everyone was buzzing about, anxious to get their finals back from last semester. I remember rushing up the staircase, practically taking two at a time, because I'd left my phone in the bathroom stall and I had to go get it. I remember how the hallway was absolutely silent, because the bell had already rang, and no one wanted to be late to class on the first day of the new semester. And of course I remember my foot nicking the edge of the top step, causing me to fall up the stairs. Literally.

Once I regained my coherence, I noticed I was at the feet of a tall figure, who was now kneeled down next to me. The shoes screamed teacher, and my first thought wasn't relief.

"Woah," sputtered out a medium-pitched voice. "Are you okay?" He said as he held out a hand to help me up.

I ignored his hand and got up on my own. "Not exactly, but thanks." I replied, brushing my hair out of my face. I turned around to see my bag and its contents splayed out down the stairs.

"Well, there's the cherry on top on the cake." I muttered to myself. He must've heard though because he chuckled.

"Rough morning I take it?" He asked.

Only then did I turn around to finally look at him. He must've been a new teacher or a substitute, because I'd never seen him here in my three years at Redmond High School.

"Yeah, something like that." I responded, but I must've had a strange look on my face, because he then asked if he had food or something on his face.

"No," I responded. "Are you new here?" I asked. Looking back, I'm sure it sounded pretty blunt and maybe a little rude, but I didn't really care. I mean it wasn't a terribly small school, but at the same time it was small enough to where I knew a new face when I saw one.

"Am I that obvious?" He asked, chuckling.

"No...I just, I know most of the teachers here, and I've never really seen you around here." He was tall, maybe 6'1", with a medium build. His face was defined, and he had bright teeth with soft dark green eyes and nearly black hair. To be fair I definitely left out the second part of that sentence. Because in my head the second part of that sentence would've said, "Because I'd remember a face like yours."

"Well, I'm Alex-I mean Mr. Gillian...Sorry. I'm new at this whole teaching thing. This is my first day." He said ashamed.

"Well, don't worry. Not every high school student is pretentious, just most of them." I said. He began helping me pick up my things. "So what are you teaching?" I asked curiously.

"Five sociology classes and two economics classes." He responded. "So, correct me if I'm wrong, but, didn't the bell already ring? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Not wrong. The bell did ring, and I should be in class, but I left my phone in the restroom. Then I kind of fell up the stairs, but, well that part you saw, and that pretty much leads us to where we are now." I explained.

"Yikes. Being late on the first day of the semester, that doesn't look good." He chuckled. I'll admit, he had a nice smile.

"Don't you have students to teach?" I retorted.

"Not for another..." He paused and looked down at his watch. "Fifty-seven minutes. I have a planning period during first period. Also I'm kind of lost." He continued.

"Ah, I see." I tried not to laugh.

"I'll make you a deal. If you can give me directions to room 814, I'll write you a pass to give to your teacher." He smiled slightly.

"I'd gladly accept that deal." I said, and with that I gave him very explicit directions on how to get to the room he was looking for. He scribbled me a pass and we both parted our separate ways.