Forbidden Love || Teacher x student WLW

Realisation?

That afternoon, I drag myself into my dorm, completely exhausted from my first day back at school. I fling my keys and bag onto the table, and stumble my way to the shower, eager to wash away the memories of my shitty day.

I strip off my clothes and jump into the warm shower, letting the water wash away my tired thoughts, including the unexpected impact this old woman teacher, Miss Adams, has had on me. But the more I try to rid myself of her thoughts, the more I find myself thinking about her. Her fierce voice, her captivating eyes, her striking body...

I step out the shower, wrapping a towel around me, and decide I need a good distraction. And what better way to distract myself than a good night out?

I dig through my closet and pull out a skimpy dress and a push-up bra, wanting to look my best for some random bar guy. I slip into them, feeling a little cocky and sexy. However, my excitement quickly turns to disappointment as leave my dorm and trot down the stairs, out onto the street to find the bar I was planning to go to closed. Damn it. I debate going to the next bar, but it's too much effort so I find myself heading back to my dorm, feeling defeated and frustrated. I look over the homework assignment from Miss Adams, groaning. However, something is compelling me to actually try and complete it. My measly attempt at the homework soon becomes too much for me so I flop down on my bed.

As I lay in bed, I find my thoughts drifting to the one person I can't seem to get out of my head - Miss Adams. It's insane how much she affects me, and I can't understand why I suddenly want to impress her so badly.

The next morning, I check my timetable and see that I have her not once, but twice today. Great. I look in the mirror and see a mess looking back at me; overgrown eyebrows, messy hair, and a tired face. There's no way I'm going to school looking like this, especially not in front of her so my mind is quickly made up. I log onto the school system and book the day off due to a "migraine"

That day, I sit at my vanity, with a face mask on and tweezers in hand, determined to make myself look even marginally better for this teacher. This woman has some kind of hold over me, and it's driving me insane.The desire to look good for her is overwhelming, and I can't understand why. It feels like a strange mix of lust and admiration, and it's totally foreign to me- I've never felt this way about anyone before. But why does it have to be some old woman who seems to control my actions without even trying