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

twenty-seven

If I thought I had fallen hard before, that was nothing compared to how hard I fell after we had sex.

It was almost like an entire slate was swiped clean, I couldn't care less that there were others before me, because he was choosing me now. For the next week, I spent every second I could in his class, letting him touch me, kiss me, really do whatever he wanted if he would continue to shower me with the attention that he was.

I haven't hung out with B and Hay all that much this week, mainly due to their avoidance of me, but if they're not gonna be direct and tell me what's wrong then I'm not gonna push it.

As the semester crawls to an end, I'm reminded yet again that I won't be able to see Michael whenever I want and while that scares me, I'm sure I'll just be able to babysit more and it shouldn't be a problem.

That is until I walk into his class at third period, expecting him to lock the door behind me and lie me down on his desk, and instead his eyebrows are scrunched in concern as he paces back and forth by his desk.

"Um, hey," I drop my bag off my shoulder and in one stride, he's in front of me, cupping my face and claiming my lips.

"Hi," He smirks, his breath fanning my face, but he still has a worried look on his expression.

"Is everything okay?" He takes a step back, leaning over his desk. "Michael, did something happen?"

"No, no, everything's fine," He takes my hands, kissing them softly, "I just have some bad news,"

"Okay..." I chuckle, trying to hide how anxious he's making me.

"I tried to fight it but...Lily wants to visit her parents over Christmas break," I stare him, deadpan, waiting for the bad news, "She wants to go for the entire break,"

"Oh," I take a seat in his chair, not really sure how to react. The only person in the world I want to see...is leaving me for three weeks. He kneels down in front of me, taking my hands in his huge ones again.

"It's only for a few weeks, though. And I'll write you the whole time," I glance up at him and can't tell if he's at all excited about this or not. Leaving me. I can't imagine that he is, but did he really have no say in this at all?

"Couldn't you...I don't know, couldn't you leave earlier than her?" I don't want to speak her name. After losing my virginity to him, I can't even imagine them doing what we did. He shakes his head, bringing his fingers down to my knuckles again.

"I can't...we don't want her to be suspicious do we?" He reminds me and I just shrug. At this, he rushes over to a compartment in his desk.

"But...I'm gonna write to you a lot. I'll send you letters," My face lights up slighty at this as I realize that he's trying. He's not trying to get away from me. He places a book with a cover of a girl's lips on it. Lolita is written in cursive.

"Also, I want you to read this," He's staring at the cover with a bemused expression on his face and I scrunch my eyebrows.

"Is this for an assignment or..." Michael laughs before tucking the crinkled and tattered book into my backpack.

"No," He leans down to face me again, "This is just between us," He brings his lips to mine again and I nearly forget all about him leaving for winter break.

—-

I was scared to pull out the book in any of my classes after that, so I waited until school was up and raced to where my mom usually picks me up. I greeted her with the same disregard I have every day and she seems to be more accepting of it at this point, not fighting it much anymore and just letting us sit in the quiet.