Hate? (Part 2) M.T

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After the incident a week ago Thornhill and me didn't talk. At all. I don't know why but I miss her, yes I see her everyday but she doesn't even look at me, let alone talk. Maybe it's payback? Or she just doesn't like me... well I wasn't the nicest towards her so I'm not blaming Marilyn. I do however want her to notice me so I maybe or maybe not became a trouble maker in her class. Talking to loud, going to the toilet without asking, throwing paper and so on. And I guess today she has had enough.

M: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! YOU WILL STAY AFTER THE LESSON FOR DETENTION THE NEXT 2 WEEKS. THEN YOU CAN THINK ABOUT YOUR BEHAVIOR AND YOU CAN BE HAPPY THAT I DON'T TELL PRINCIPAL WEEMS ABOUT THAT. NOW MOVE YOUR ASS OUT OF THE CLASSROOM AND WAIT OUTSIDE.

I was staring at her in shock. I'd never ever heard her scream. It was scary and definitely something I didn't want to hear again. I just nodded to scared to talk, got up and waited outside until the lesson was over.

Xavier and Wednesday gave me a sympathic look, which doesn't really help because for the first time I was actually scared. Scared of her.

Y: Ms Thornhill I am really really sorry for how I acted and-

Before I could keep on talking she broke me of midsentence.

M: I need you to stop right there. Yes the way you acted was really disrespectful but I understand.

Now I was fucking confused. I thought she hated me.

M: It's is my fault. I ignored you amd didn't even gave you an explanation. The reason I did was because I didn't know how to act infront of you. You keep giving me mixed signals. One day you act like you hate me then you ignore me and on other days you are nice. I really want to know what's going on in that little head of yours sweetheart but for that you need to let me in.

I stared at her. Not because I didn't know what to say but because I didn't know where to start. I mean I think I like her more than just a teacher or... friend. But I am scared to tell her because I dont want her to hate me and because I don't know how to act towards her.

Y: I- I don't know. Okay? I don't hate you or dislike you in fact I really really like you and that's what I am scared of. I'm scared of letting my feelings out and act with them. I mean you are my fucking teacher and I am your student. I understand if you hate me now and I understand if you want me to chsnge classes, I mean I would too if I were you and-

I didn't come any further because I felt soft lips on mine. Her lips. I didn't kiss back right away because I was so shocked. She pulled back and we looked at each other for a few moments.

M: OMG I am so so sorry I shouldn't have done that. I- I will leave now and this mever happened.

Y: Marilyn. MARILYN WAIT PLEASE.

But it was to late she was already out zhe door. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME. I should have kissed her back. I fucked up shit. Should I go after her?

YES THE FUCK .

Yes of course I should I mean I lo- like her. So thats what I did I ran after her. Having troubles here and there finding her dorm but I made it. When I was about to knock on her door I heard silent sobs. Now I feel really bad.

I knocked. One time. Two times. Three times. Nothing.

Y: Marilyn? Marilyn please open the door. You did nothimg wrong, I promise. I was just overwhelmed, okay? That's all. I don't hate you nor I ever did. So please open the door.

I leaned my forehead against the wooden door and waited. I waited for what seems like an eternity. Where in reality it was just 10 minutes. Then the lock clicked. I pushed the door open and there she was. Red puffy eyes, tear strained cheeks and still she was the most beautiful human being to me.

Y: I could never hate you detka.

I took the last step forward and hugged her. I never wanted to let go of her. I felt safe in her arms, I felt at peace.

M: Can I kiss you again? Please...

Instead of answering I closed the gap between us and kissed her. The kiss wasn't rushed at all. It was sweet and loving. When we pulled away she smiled at me in the most loving way possible.

M: What does that mean? I mean I am your teacher.

Y: Let's talk about that tomorrow, how about we just cuddle for now and watch Criminal Minds? Does that sound good detka?

She nodded her head yes, so we snuggled up on ber bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Hope you liked it😭 This is the first rime I actually write something in English that isn't an assignment or a therapy text💀

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