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.

just to reiterate, he is grooming her, he is a pedophile. there will be repercussions to this.

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

xoxo

"Grounded? For a week?!" Bianca's shrill voice is much too loud for 9:00 in the morning so I immediately turn the volume down on her and shush her.

    "Yes, oh my god, what's so hard to understand about that?" I snap, still annoyed that she woke me up this early on Saturday morning. If I'm gonna be grounded this whole week, I might as well spend most of it sleeping.

    "But...but my party!" She squeals and I just roll my eyes, already feeling a headache coming on.

"No offense, but I probably wasn't going to be showing up, anyways." I blurt and all I hear on the other end of the line is a large gasp and then silence. "I mean, you know me, I'm not the party type. Trust me, you'll have more fun without me there." She just huffs and puffs for another five minutes before I manage to get her off the phone and immediately fall back onto the pillow, breathing in the smell of clean sheets. Just as I'm about to fall back into the comforting arms of sleep, I hear my phone ding. Grumbling, I realize that it's probably just Bianca screaming at me some more but when my crusty eyes peel open, I see an entirely different name pop up on my screen.

"Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?" In one swift movement, I'm sitting bolt upright in my bed, clutching my phone, now fully awake and alert. For a moment, and only a moment, I consider throwing my phone in the toilet and flushing it. That moment quickly fades as I remember how he got my number

"Good enough, I guess. Would've been better to cuddle up to someone though..." Through all the hormones rushing around wildly in my body and my lack of better judgment, I almost press 'Send'. Key word: almost. I'm not that bold.

"Too good. I'm never leaving this bed" There. Exactly something I would say to any of my friends and also something non flirtatious. Perfect: just like me.

"That's too bad. I was going to see if you were interested in a day trip? Anywhere you want." My stomach drops at these words as I realize how badly I want to go out with him, but also how terribly, and irreversibly grounded I happen to be because of our last little adventure.

"Not sure today works too well for me...kinda got in trouble last night..." He responds almost instantly.

"For what? Your parents don't know about us do they" I'm a little annoyed that that's the first question he asks, but it's whatever. I'd be pretty worried if I got that text, too.

"No, no, of course not...I just told her I was out with some friends. I'm sure ur the last person she'd expect me to hang out with" I laugh to myself but when his response comes a few beats late is when I feel like I've said the wrong thing. Godammit. Why am I so bad at this?

"Right...okay. Text you later then?" His response is much less enthusiastic and endearing than he was just a few moments ago, but I guess I understand why.