Forbidden (student/teacher love story)

Chapter 23

It's getting real tho.

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“Well honey, good luck. Your Gramps is always here if you need him.” My gramps pulled my into a tight hug. He kissed my head gently, “Everything will get better.” he released me.

I nodded, “I hope.” I sigh. We all said our goodbyes. Even my grandmother. She was a big asshole this whole holiday. Even after Chris left and it was just us for New Years, she still acted like I murdered someone and made sure to bring up my ‘bad’ relationship every time she could. Whatever, I just wish I could have a fresh start like every new year. However, I have to drag the troubles of my father and ex-boyfriend with me. I hug my mother really tight. She’s had a hard time with this too. I smile pulling away slightly.

“I love you.” I smile.

“I love you too, honey.” She kissed my cheeks. I turned around and Cid wrapped his arm around my shoulders walking out with me.

“I got you.” he whispers in my ear. I smile and rest my head on his shoulder.

The plane ride was short and sweet--to everyone else that is. The ride back to the school was nerve racking. I mean I know my name hasn’t been said anywhere on the news. So no one knows I dated my professor but the problem is that Chris’ name has been mentioned all over the place. I mean, is he still my professor? Why would my dad do this to me? I’m his only child and his daughter. Does he not realize how messed up this is? I groan as we park. I see tons of students hugging and reuniting with each other. Stepping out I hear many shouting happy new year. I head toward the trunk of the car with Cid and Sam and that’s when the whispers start. I look around the parking lot at the students who were just screaming ‘hellos’ at each other. They were whispering and pointing at me. I frown and turn to Cid who shrugs grabbing the last bag. Sam rolls her eyes.

“So immature.” She huffed while shutting the trunk. I lock my fingers together trying to calm my nerves. So many reasons were going around in my head. I quickly make my way into my room and shut the door. I really don’t know what is going on but I know it’s bad. It just has bad written all over it.

“So Eric gave me the pictures for Christmas.” Sam mumbles while she unpacks. I look up from my interlocked fingers at her.

“Really?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Yes. Not that I trust it. I know he probably still has it. However, Chris managed to get him to sign a contract to never put them out. If he does, well...” She shrugs placing her neatly folded clothes into her dresser.

“Oh. That was nice of him.” I mumble. I blink the tears away quickly and hop up. I walk to my suitcase and begin to unpack. “Have you told Cid?”

“Yea, he’s still pretty upset about it though. He really hates Eric.”

“I’ve noticed.” I fold my clothes slowly trying to occupy my thoughts.

“I might break up with him.”

I pause, “Why...?”

“Because,” she closes her empty suitcase and slide it under her bed. She stands and sits on the end of the bed before continued, “I think me being with him is holding him back. I’ve done nothing but hurt him and I don’t want to do that anymore. So I think it’s better that I let him go. I think it’s for the best.”

I guess I can’t help but agree. I know how much Cid likes her but she hasn’t been the world’s best girlfriend. And that’s only because of her terrible badass ex Eric. I just nod before pushing my suitcase under my bed. I smile at her before crawling into bed. I’ve had a long flight and an even longer holiday. I pull the covers over my body and close my eyes. The whispers fill my head. Oh gosh, it’s going to be an even longer night.

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All day. I’ve heard whispers all day. I sigh and head to my last class of the day. Drama. I walk in and the talking stops and the whispers start. I groan and head up toward Cid. He was texting away on his phone oblivious to the world. I walk up and sit next to him. He looks up at me and gives me a half smile. I smile back but it fades as fast as it comes. He puts an arm around me and squeezes my shoulder. Sam walks in along with Eric. They were smiling and chatting like a perfect couple. Hell, she’s a better girlfriend to him than to Cid. I turn to him and he didn’t really looked phased. I frown.

“You’re ok with this?” I question.

“Not one bit. But what’s the point of getting mad at them? Doubt it wouldn’t stop him.” he shrugged and sighed. “Plus, I plan on breaking up with Sam. She’s been so distant lately. She rarely wants to hang out and she just doesn’t talk to me much.”

“Oh.” Well at least their relationship is mutual. I smile at him and then Sam who came and sat next to me. She returned the smile and the sent one to Cid. Oh what, not going to kiss your own boyfriend? Wow. A large man walked in. He was really round and sort of short. He had jet black hair and brown eyes. He wore a red shirt and slacks. I tilt my head to the side watching him. He put his briefcase down he gave a small smile taking in the class.

“Good evening. I’m Dr. Crawford and I’m your new drama teacher.” He brought his hands together in a clap. My heart stopped. I suddenly couldn’t breathe. That girl, Ashley shouted out ‘what’. Everyone joined in upset about the whole situation.

“I know, I know!” He shouted and quieted everyone down. “I know you’re upset but your old professor was fired. Personal reasons of course. However, I’ll try to be just as good.”

“God, Annabelle did you have to be such a slut and sleep with the only good teacher here.” Ashley turned and glared at me. I died.

“W-what?” I mumbled.

“Oh don’t play fucking innocent, everyone knows."

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