I'll be your mirror (wlw, teacherxstudent)

chapter 6

tw: violence

3 years ago:

Dragging me by the hair, mother throws my lean body against the floor. I scream in agony as the marble tiles hit my head.

"Look what your daughter has done." Her eyes study my father who's glued to his laptop.

He closes the screen with a sigh saying, "what happened?"

"She's bought disgrace to our name. Reema's mom caught them kissing in her room."

"Does anyone else know?" He asks calmly, which scares me more.

Tears rush down my cheeks as I apologise repeatedly and join my hands in front of him begging for forgiveness, "please- no- no one knows."

Mother takes a drag from her pipe and turns her attention to me, "Don't ask for forgiveness when you've done something against our nature."

"B- but it isn't unnatural, Lord Krishna says so. It's just the govern-"

"Don't talk back to your mother!" She slaps me again making my cheeks sting.

Dad, who was observing the situation, speaks up "Why did you do it?"

"Pramod, why does th-" my mother opens her mouth but he interrupts raising his voice.

"Why did you do it!" He raises his hand making me lower my head with a sob.

"I love her."

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Present day:

Miss Moore texted me to meet her before school starts. She wants me to help grade the tests that she gave our juniors and us a couple days ago.

I knock on her office door and hear her voice calling, "it's open."

"Goodmorning, Miss Moore! Can I sit here?" I ask holding the chair in my hands.

"No." I step back with my mouth open with an 'o' sound. She starts laughing "I'm just kidding. Sit, you don't have to ask me that."

"You're mean." I mumble and sit down.

She laughs harder, "It was a little funny, no?"

I smile and playfully roll my eyes at her, "I guess."

She shares the smile greeting me, "Goodmorning, angel."

"Here you go." I pass her the cup of beverage I bought from the Icecream Patch, they sell milkshakes as well. "I hope you like chocolate."

Her eyes lit up and she says, "Maya... I love milkshakes, especially chocolate ones."

"I can't tell if you're saying that just to keep my mind or if you actually mean it."

She laughs saying, "I actually mean it. I love the taste of chocolate. Thank you."

I grin and we start working on grading the tests.

An hour later, once I'm done with my share of papers, I glance up towards her. Her bottom lip is held in her teeth as she concentrates on checking the papers. Her ginger hair is tied with a clip held loosely, few strands falling on her face.

"Like what you see?" She asks and I look up to meet her eyes from my previous view.

My cheeks heat up and I say, "W-wha- I wasn't looking!"

"Your face says otherwise." She smirks. Maybe she is a sadist.

Holding my cheeks I groan "stop."

She laughs. Yep, she's a sadist.