Amarah's POV/ thoughts
Omar and I both got dressed an hour later.
"So, did that feel good?" Omar asked and laughed.
I looked down. "We can't do that again."
He looked at me. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, we can't do that again. I wanna do that stuff with my teacher not you, I guess. We need to pretend this never happened."
"Are you even hearing yourself right now?!?" He snapped. I swear, he has anger issues.
"Omar clam down--" I said.
"You'd rather kiss and have sex with someone more than ten years older than you, than someone your own age?! What the hell is wrong with you?! We've been best friends for almost fifteen years, I took your virginity and now you're trying to end us like you did with Jayden?!"
I couldn't speak at all. And when Omar said Jayden's name, to stomach started hurting.
"You're not gonna say anything?!" He said.
I just stood there staring at him.
"F*ck you, Amarah."
He walked out my room and slammed the door, he did the same thing with the front door.
I sat down feeling frustrated and stressed. What I did was a mistake and it cost me my best friend.
YOU ARE READING
My Teacher
Teen FictionWhat do you think when you think of a student having a relationship with a teacher? Gross? Whatever? Cute? Well, Amarah Smith and her teacher kind of have a thing going on with each other. What's gonna happen? Find out by reading the story
