The Wolf And The Hare [Teacher X Student]

~Lost

"I'm broken" the words twisted and turned and transformed in all the things I hate about myself.
All the lies.
All the truths.
They seem so distant yet, their features frighteningly similar. Although personally I have always upheld my judgment that if your eyes saw the truth of the world you'd want to rip them out, I have never once lied in my life. In a sense. And the truth is, I'm a saint, I'm a princess, I'm a theif, and I'm a killer. If a black and white story about a prince saving, and keeping, the girl and living happily ever after is what you want.
This is not where to look.

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spring had just hit the city and there was still half-melted snow bits scattered about the ground. The air smelt damp and clear, almost like if you stuck your tongue out the air would taste sweet. Old leaves from last year's fall blew around hitting sidewalk corners and Windows. For once there was silence, the sickness hadn't taken over yet because my mind was still out of it and the only thing keeping me alive and moving was the warm coffee my fingers were interlaced around. My mom was set with thinking that if I had started drinking coffee in the morning I would somehow be inclined to live. Oh what a great choice of an anti-depressant mother, coffee. The life saviour. At least it was doing one job and that was to keep my fingers warm while the rest of my hideous skinny body froze.
When I reached the school for some unknown reason there were other teenagers outside of the school smoking and chatting about the latest gossip , who got pregnant this week. Did you hear about that girl who's nudes got leaked?? How interesting.
But either way it was 7 in the morning and there is no reason any normal teenager would be here. But how would I know.

The first glimpse of the school was non-surprising. Steel doors. Check. First floor window bars. Check. Creepy janitor. Check. Not a single thing missing or out of place. Well this seems like it's going to be a blast. And in short it is because thing you know the lid of my coffee cup blasts off and coffee scorchs my skin and soaks through my shirt and even my bra. Great. I lock eyes with the person who bumped me. They are green and for some reason they entrance me. His soft lips open "uhm.." blood rushes to his cheeks and then I remember I was wearing a white shirt. Dammit. The one day I decide to wear something that isn't black this happens. You can see almost very detail of my lacey white bra through the shirt. I'm not one to scurry off like a squeamish teenage girl but I have no choice. I dash in the opposite direction and I hear him say something but I can't make it out.

Bathroom.
Bathroom.
Bathroom.
Where the hell are the bathrooms in this place. It's 7:30 now and I hear students beginning to come in but I don't wait around for them to see me like this. I search the lockers for the number scribbled down on a piece of paper on my hand. Here. My locker is right beside the English classroom and the door is open a crack. Maybe the teacher can help me find a bathroom, but before I can knock I glance into the room and see a shirtless man looking out to the window facing the opposite direction from the door. His back looks dark and muscular almost golden, I normally hate tans but for some reason it works with him. Squeak. I accidentally lean against the door and it moves slightly. He turns around and looks startled. It's the same guy from before, He's a teacher. My teacher