Becky
17 yrs.
12th grade.
Greys Pointe Highschool.
I constantly look at the clock on the other side of room; waiting for the bell to ring for eighth period. I don't hate my seventh period, I actually love it. Well the teacher of course.
Mr. Dixion-the English teacher-is absolutely amazing and very attractive as well. I'm in love with him and I know he loves me back. If not, then I'll find away to make it happen.
The bell rang and I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts. I watched as everyone rushed out, leaving me behind. A smirk grew on my face. It was just him and I.
I grabbed my backpack and walked over to him.
"Mr. Dixion?" I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder.Her stomach fell into knots she went and pulled up a seat next to his desk and practically melted into it.
A few minutes goes by into Becky doing her homework when she just raised her head and just admired Mr.Dixion. He says "Becky are you all right"? Yea it's just that I *gulps* love you.
She sits there in complete silence just looking at the black and white colored floor then Mr.Dixion-----------
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Mr.Dixion
RomantizmIn this crazy love triangle, Becky is in love with her teacher, But with her being in high school there is only so much they can express their feeling for each other.
