Stolen Innocence (Evergreen) [Student/Teacher Love Story]

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thanks for reading! just a quick author's note as this story continues to gain traction...

this story is considered lolita-esque, but is NOT at all romanticizing or condoning the actions within this book.

this story is about an unprofessional, inappropriate and extremely wrong relationship/love story between a 13-14 year old girl and her teacher.

with that being said, it is much like a novel "My Dark Vanessa" if any of have you have read/heard of that book, this is very much in the same vein. not condoning or romanticizing the love, but very much just giving perspective to it and how complicated love can be.

please vote and comment! this story is still ongoing!!

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"Iris,"

"Please, Iris, talk to me, I just want to help you."

"Help me what?"

"Thank you for responding. I want to help you move on, get your closure from this section of your life. I believe that with the right amount of therapy and cooperation from both sides, we'll see that this will be quite a bene-"

"Beneficial for who? My mind? Or your wallet?"

"Iris. Where is this attitude coming from? Perhaps that's where we should start?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe, when my entire life turned upside down? This is bullshit. I'm outta here."

"Iris, wait-"

A Year and a Half Earlier....

"Iris! Time to get up!" My mother's shrill voice pierced the air around me and I roll my eyes, finishing up the final touches on my hair and rushing downstairs, fully dressed and ready to start the day. When my mom turns around, she eyes me up for only a moment before rolling her eyes and turning back to making my breakfast.

"What? You don't approve?" I smirk at her, and she just shakes her head at me, but I can sense the playfulness in her eyes.

"First day of eighth grade and that's the impression you want to give your teachers?" Her disapproving tone slightly annoys me as I pop a few grapes into my mouth, seating myself at our bar.

"Not like I've got anyone to impress," I note and she just scoffs.

"That doesn't mean you have to dress like a bum. At least make it look like your parents care about you," She smirks, throwing a grape at me and I just giggle, sliding off the stool and giving her a hug as she hands me my lunch.

"So it takes me making criticisms of your outfits for you to show some affection towards me? Should've told me that 13 years ago, missy," She laughs and I just fake a laugh, tossing her keys toward her from where they hang and at this the two of us leave the house, embarking on the first day of the rest of my life.

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"Have a great day, sweetums!" I feel tempted to flip my mom off, but realize that she'd probably crash into me if I did that, and I decide I'll save the flipping off for later. She does thoroughly embarrass me, however, in front of all my peers that I've been around for the past two years, and that is cause for some consequence. She quickly speeds off, and I just laugh, continuing on towards the inside of the school. Hands in the pockets of my sweatpants and earbuds in my ears, I'm quite surprised to feel someone tug on my arm, pulling me back into place when I'm literally minding my own business.

My eyes flit up to a woman in a business suit, dissatisfaction written all over her scowling face. I notice her eyes trail down my body, and I glance down as well, wondering what exactly she's glaring at me for.

"Something I can help you with?" I question, taking only one earbud out so as to show her that she's not that worthy of my time.

"Yes, actually. Do you think what you're wearing is completely school-appropriate?" Her grimace pisses me off to a much larger extent and I just cock an eyebrow, glancing down at what she's wearing.

"Yes, actually," I smirk back, not even sure what she's getting at. What, is she afraid of stomachs?

"Excuse me, but is that any way to talk to an authority figure?" She scoffs, crossing her arms and I just roll my eyes.

"I wasn't the one who was rude first. I only give back what people give out," I send her a fake grin and just at this moment, I feel two cold hands plant themselves on my shoulders, moving me out of the way slightly and I notice the ice-cold look in the old hag's eyes soften slightly as she looks at the person behind me.

"Come on, Sherry. Stop giving the girl a hard time and let her go to class," A deep voice chuckles from behind me and I find myself cracking a smile at his words, stepping to the side to get a look at this man. He's relatively tall, deep black eyes glancing from me to the wench in front of me, slicked-back black hair match his full eyebrows and scruffy facial hair. She eyes me for a moment before glancing back to the man's hands and he hastily removes them from my shoulders; I didn't even realize they were still there.

"Fine. Take it as a warning," She sends me one last glare before turning on her heel and clacking off. I watch her as she goes, rolling my eyes.

"'Fine'," I just cross my arms, and this is when I notice that the man is staring right at me, a glimmer in his hazy gray-black eyes, a chuckle tumbling out of his mouth. I find myself suppressing a grin as well.

"Two minutes into the school year and you're already getting yourself into trouble," He smirks, mimicking my posture and I just laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"That's my life," I smile, looking towards the ground and he just laughs again.

"What's your class right now?" He questions me unexpectedly, and my eyes snap up to his expectant ones, awaiting an answer. I ignore the odd look in his eyes and pull out my schedule, looking towards my first period.

"Some guy named Mr. Ryder?" I answer, my eyes trailing over where the class is and seeing as how it's a bit of a trudge from my locker, I start on my way there. He just nods, rocking back on his heels.

"Yeah, haven't heard of him. Hopefully, he's nice," He smirks at me one last time before turning on his heel and beginning to walk down a different path. I just shake off how weird that experience was before he calls out something else.

"Oh, by the way. Don't listen to her, I think your outfits cute," The devilish look in his eye causes me to smirk, feeling something click in me. Who is this guy? I don't think I've ever seen him around our school before.

After going to my locker and retrieving some things for my next two classes, two friends I who have US history with Ryder right now start walking off to the class. Just before we enter I hear some girls whispering a few doors down from the one we're going into and I hear the name "Ryder" prominent in their conversation. Cocking an eyebrow, I continue in and stop dead in my tracks when I see who's teaching the class.

"Welcome to US history," The man from earlier smirks right at me from the front of the class, causing a ripple of emotion to run through my body.

"Welcome, indeed," I smirk back, taking a seat as far in the back as I can manage.