This Wasn't Suppose To Happen

Chapter 1

Prologue

Taking hold of his hand at the back of the whole school mass discretely. Is this really how my life turned out? Is this really what I want? after years of telling my friends I wouldn't, in a million years I wouldn't... I did.

I fell for my teacher, I'm dating my teacher, I've slept with my teacher and I went back on what I had seen as a morality. Then he came along and at first I hated him, he seemed so sure of himself, he addressed us as children rather then soon to be adults.

He let me off on a lot though, I wouldn't have to do the stupid group work, or the little activities he would set as a whole class, I wouldn't have to put my hand up if I had an opinion, he wouldn't make me read and he made it clear he was a shoulder I could cry on.

From what I've told you he seems pretty okay right? well that doesn't take away the fact that he is 36 with two young girls in primary school and a wife.

He's my religion teacher too. He has brown hair with big emerald green eyes, he has a dimple on his left cheek and a small scar on his upper lip. His teeth are perfect, making his smile all the more charming.

He gestures with his hands a lot, which is cute I guess. never raising his voice, never angry at anyone. He'll tell you if he's disappointed but he never says it in a way to make you feel too bad.

Looking up at him I can't help but smile. He's perfect in every way and he's chosen me.

"I love you Calum" I whisper.

Looking to his left where I sit he smiles and winks at me. Squeezing my hand softly.

"I love you too ivory" he murmurs and quickly pecks my cheek.

I do love this man, for all that he is. I mean, don't get me wrong, getting to this point wasn't wasn't easy, in fact it was probably the hardest journey of my life.

Both of us denying to ourselves then to each other how we felt. Almost getting court by his now ex wife, out arguments about loyalty and trust, taking turns in pulling away and so many more moments of hardship. But we got through it, and I know there isn't anyone else in this world or any other, that I would rather be with.

I guess for you to understand why an eighteen year old could fall in love with a 36 year old so easily, is for you to see what our journey was like for yourselves..so here goes nothing.

*nine months earlier*

"No, I don't care if the new teachers are hot this year," I groan in frustration.

So, my two best friends; Axel and Beau are dating teachers at this school. Mr White, AKA Jason and Mr Greg AKA Peter. That goes parallel to who is dating who. Yes, Axel is a boy and yes he is gay.

I'm the only one not and I don't plan on it. I mean, I am thrilled these two idiots have been able to find love and the guys they are dating are nice guys but I just can't do that, I don't want to and I won't. Especially if it is just to crumble under peer pressure.

"Awww! Ivy!" Axel whines.

"Don't call me Ivy, and I won't subject t to your wants."I say jokingly annoyed.

Shaking his blonde haired head he finally stops whining and parks the car in the school parking lot. I smile and hop out of his BMW when I see Beau. Running to her I tackle her petite form in a hug.

"Nice to see you too" Her velvety voice sings as she tries to find her feet. Pulling back I grin.

"Have you already been in to see lover boy?" I ask her. She blushes, placing her hands in her pockets while smiling.