love song ౨ৎ

3 - jealousy

"the paper you wrote about your childhood dreams was one of the best i have come across as a high school teacher. do you realize how great that is, Jennifer? keep up the good work, alright?" he said, placing his hand on my shoulder and lightly caressing it, with a knowing, gorgeous smile.

"good" he went back to his chair.

it has been a month since Mr. Boyle approached me. after that our interactions have consisted of prolonged eye contact, reciprocal smiles, and one "very good, thank you" from him after i did a presentation. the butterflies in my stomach are making me sick.

the only thing distracting me from the truth that i'm hopelessly captivated by my teacher is soccer practice. when i'm on the field, all i'm focused on is the ball. it's been really fun hanging out with my teammates, especially Samantha. she's kinda mean, but in a funny way. most of the girls look up to her, i think.

October's strange weather paints my window as i finish my homework.

i hear the footsteps on the outdoor stairs, and the metallic jangle of keys slipping into the lock

"Jenny?" the voice of my cousin Jo yanks me from my room.

i drag myself to the lobby, descending the staircase.

and then, as I stand there, my eyes drinking the scene before me, a twisted carousel of disbelief whirls within.

"Mr. Boyle..?"

he looks at me, raising his eyebrows, with the same surprise in his eyes.

"you know each other?"

"she's my student" , "he's my teacher" we naturally respond at the exact same moment.

now i'm really going to be sick. what the hell?

⋆｡‧₊°♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚.

"do you like pumpkin pie, Ronan?" Jo asks, putting the pie on the dining table

"yes, i do, thank you" he answers her, smiling

so basically, my cousin hit Mr. Boyle's car? at least that's what they tell me. the car was fine, it was barely a scratch, but she started crying and freaking out, so Ronan tried to calm her down. they talked, they got along, and she invited him for dinner. how nice.

he takes a slice.

"i have to say, Jennifer, i did not expect you to have a cousin this pretty, and clumsy" he chuckled softly, obviously under the influence, along with Jo who's blushing. i feel like dying.

i uncross my arms and get up from my seat at the table.

"wait Jennyyyy where are you going?" she drunkly calls for me

"i'm tired. goodnight"

"goodnight jenny" Ronan says, as i make my way through the door. i don't look back.

i'm in my bed and i can hear kissing sounds. i try to cover my ears with my pillow but i can still hear them coming upstairs and opening my cousin's bedroom door.

"please" my cousin pleads

"i can't"

"why not"

"you know why" he almost whispers

"whatever. just go"

i hear the bedroom door slamming and later, the front door.

not having sex with her doesn't make you any less of a creep. Jo is 22 and you're what? 45? - i say to him, in my head.

i grab my notebook and scratch out his name with hearts and doodles of stick figures getting married. i'm so stupid.

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charlie's angels👼🏼👼🏾👼🏻

who's the guy that asked lacie for my number?

lacie❤️‍🩹
trent
why
don't tell me u actually want me to give him ur number

what's wrong with that🤭

lacie❤️‍🩹
um
how do i say this
he's a hoe

amira❤️‍🔥
💀
also samantha's in love with him

I DIDN'T KNOW

lacie❤️‍🩹
it's ok
we're jus warning u
he might come up to u at school
so
watch out 🤺

😭😭😭
thank you for letting me know
i just want to makeout with a random guy

lacie❤️‍🩹
OH

amira❤️‍🔥
SLUT
seb invited me to a party at his house this friday
come with me jen 🙇🏽‍♀️
lacie can't cause it's her grandmas bday

OMG SEBASTIAN
YESYESYES

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i fall asleep before reading any more texts, i just need to get Ronan out of my mind.