"You've got to be kidding me.", I mumbled to myself.
"Look, you brought this upon yourself-"
"You're kicking me out for what?!"
"I can't have you as a student, okay? If anyone finds out-"
"Mr. Dolan, please, I won't talk to you in front of anybody or even-"
"I can't have you in my class anymore, y/n.", he says, facing away from me, throwing his hands up in defeat, "I can't let you think that what you said-"
"What I said was something I was genuinely feeling!", I yell back, he turned suddenly, making eye contact with me. "I wanted to touch you and be able to call you mine, and..."
I looked around at the empty classroom and took a breath. It wasn't my fault that he made it hard for me to pay attention. It wasn't my fault that I was curve every guy, praying that Mr. Dolan would some day think of me when curving girls. It's been 2 days since I said what I thought would change our teacher-student relationship for the better but no. I ruined everything.
"I care about you, Mr. Dolan-"
"Stop!"
"You stop! Let me talk!", I take another breath. "I want you to myself.", I walk from the desk I had set my thing on to his desk, "I genuinely care about you. I'm not gonna tell anyone-"
He backs away as I attempt to hold his waist, "Y/n, why can't you see this is wrong?"
"Because it isn't!", I yelled as I turned to follow his body with my eyes as he sits where i was previously. "I, honestly, say no to every guy that's ever tried to get with me because I think of you-"
"Look, I'm sorry if i've mislead you somehow, but this can't happen-"
I grunt. I give up.
"Fine.", I sigh. I run my finger through my hair and make eye contact with him again. "Give me my bag, please."
I held out my hand and looked down at it and realized he eyed me up and down before gathering my things and handing them to me. I refuse to make eye contact with him.
I look at his desk and see my changed schedule, changed so i'm not in his class, I grabbed it and swayed it as i said, "I'll see you whenever." and made my way to the door.
He ran for the door and said, "Let me get that-"
"Oh cause showing me you're a gentleman is valuable information.", I say, sarcastically, making him roll his eyes and smile, but I refuse to let that smile get to me.
I grabbed the knob and turn it.
"Has someone hurt you?", he asked.
"What?", I scoffed as I turned around, holding the door open for myself.
"Is that why you fell for a guy like me?"
"Your question is if someone has hurt me right?" He nods. "Anyone that matters anymore? No. No one, but you."
Then, I walked out.
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That night.
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I laid in bed. Listening to old Ed Sheeran.
I was heart broken, what did you expect?
I roll the face my window and see a black tinted BMW sitting in for of my house. I'm home alone and we don't own a black BMW.
I sat up quickly, and peeked out my window a little bit more. It was just sitting there. Then, another came in. Black Jeep.
Why is Jeremy here?
Jeremy was my long time boyfriend, so cute, very funny, tall, good body, colored eyes, dark hair, but the problem was... he wasn't the guy I wanted. He wasn't Grayson.
We broke up because i had lost feelings, but he tends to still make me smile. He still hasn't moved on and neither have i tbh, we hang out at school, we hang out outside of school. We're not together, but no one else is allowed to have him. And no one, not a living soul, can have, hold, or touch me. Jeremy would flip.
So i got the daily text.
rodriguez: helloooooo, guess what i brought?
i stuck my head out the window and saw my favorite yogurt place logo on the bag he was swaying. We make eye contact and smile.
I ran as fast as i could downstairs to open the door and hug him tightly. I look into his eyes and he kisses my forehead and smile as we both turn to come into my house. As we get ready to close the door, I look out and see the black BMW's drivers seat window was being rolled up. It was already too high for me to to see a face.
"Oh y/n!", Jeremy yelled in a singing tone, I smiled and shut the door behind me.
I go inside to see him eagerly sitting on the couch, eyeing the f()ck out of the yogurt as he unpacks the bag.
"I'm gonna go and get my phone, i'll be right back-"
i ran up the stairs and midway, he shouts, "I'll put our show on!"
"okay!", i yelled.
I entered my room and quickly grabbed my phone just to have it vibrate in my hands.
unknown: you lied to me.
me: who is this?
unknown: "i, honestly, say no to any guy who tries to get with me because i think of you-" my ass.
Mr Dolan?
I rush to my window to see the black BMW drive away, silently.
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