He's my teacher. I'm his student. He's married. I'm seventeen. I shouldn't love him. But I do.
He's selfish; taking what he wants and calls it his.
She's helpless; clinging to a little bit of spine.
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When I returned home, it was around 7, and growing dark. My mother was already on my ass before I could even let out a breath. "Ashley, what the fuck?" She has my report card in her hands on her hips. A crude frown upon her face.
I rolled my eyes. "What."
"Were you even going to tell me you were going out after school? It's seven o'clock and I haven't heard a word from you all day."
"Sorry, I forgot. Sorry my world doesn't center around you." It centers around Brendon.
"I don't appreciate it," she says grimly.
"Appreciate what?"
"Your teenage, know-it-all, attitude." She sighs. I roll my eyes again.
"Okay mom, I'm sorry. I'm gonna go to bed now." I say to please her and she drops the subject, letting me go. I go upstairs and into my room. My bag plops down on the carpeted floor and I lay out on my bed on my stomach and grab my phone out of my jacket pocket.
I scrolled through my Instagram absentmindedly while thinking of Brendon. I wondered what he was doing right now. I wonder if he was thinking of me too. I saw I had a notification. @brendonurie started following you.
I immediately pressed on his profile but unfortunately he was private. Then I knew he had to have looked at my profile and I grew self conscious about what I had posted and went to my account. I didn't let a lot of people follow me. Mostly people I didn't know personally. I can't stand people from my school.
My most recent was a photo of me in my bikini this morning, and Brendon had liked it, making me scream inside. I decide to text him just to have an excuse to talk to him. "my mom almost bit my head off lol."
I switched back to Instagram and his text flashed across the top of my screen. "What happened?"
I pulled it down and texted him back. "I didn't tell her I was 'going out after school' and she was mad."
"Oh well, sorry. Next time we'll be more careful. (;" my heart fluttered at the fact that there will be a next time, according to Brendon. I sat up in bed and began to pull my clothes off to get in the shower.
He doubled texted me, "what are you doing?" I smirked and texted back that I was getting in the shower. I stepped into my bathroom with a towel around my body and turned the water on.
"Getting in the shower," I saw the three typing dots immediately and stood there waiting for him to text back while the water heated up. I swear it took like 5 minutes for him to type something so I was expecting something big. But all it was was "oh fun," I could tell he deleted whatever he said and it made me mad. I rolled my eyes and got in the shower.
