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

After the events of that day I continuously ditched his class for the next week, getting calls home every day. Once again, I found myself rushing home and deleting the absent voicemails before they noticed. I'm not sure how to face him again after what happened. He didn't do anything distincitvley wrong, but I'm not sure I can continue what we were doing while thinking about his wife and children the whole time.

The week moved on sluggishly, me ignoring all of his texts and calls, not wanting to discuss what happened. I really shouldn't be jealous of a married woman, but I can't help it. I hate to admit it, but there's something so invigorating about Michael, something I've never experienced and something I'm not likely to ever experience again.

But to tell the truth, I'm absolutely terrified. I've never been emotionally invested in anyone and now...him? My damn teacher?  I guess I didn't really process that until it hit me after seeing that photo. I'm not the only one in his life. I'm not his first. He's already had an entire life before I've even started mine.  I mean, how is that even possible? How can I be into someone who's already confessed his love for somebody else, already started his life with someone else, already fucked someone else...already given life to two children.

How could he expect me to just ignore all of this? I mean...has he already forgotten? What does he do when he goes back home to them after he's with me? Dammit, now I sound like the jealous, crazy girlfriend. But...is that what I am? Or am I just someone he knows? Are we actually going to go anywhere?

I didn't get much sleep Sunday night, either.

    Rolling myself out of bed much too early Monday morning, I throw on literally whatever I can find, grab my earbuds and the small lunch that my distressed-looking mother set out for me before I rush into the car and we start driving.

    "So...did you learn your lesson?" She breaks the awkward silence and I just roll my eyes, scoffing.

"What has gotten into you lately? Ever since this year started you've been...different," She notes and I feel my heart beat slightly faster as we near the school and I suddenly realize that I genuinely don't want to go inside. Better than being questioned to death by my mom, at least.

    "Nothing. I'm perfectly fine," I mumble, faking a smile as I exit the car, not looking back as I stuff my earbuds in my ear and take my time getting to class. By 8:10, I'm still at my locker and I already went to the bathroom for about 10 minutes, so I decide I might as well saunter down to class. Every step I take closer to that building is another butterfly fluttering around in my stomach.

    As soon as I enter the class, all eyes are on me, including Michael's.

"Ms. Lund," He greets from the front of the class and my eyes immediately snap up to meet his wide ones. I notice that he's frozen in place - as have I -  and I quickly clear my throat and make my way to a vacant seat; some other girl took mine. I guess he thought I wasn't coming back. After a couple of awkward seconds, he shakes out of his momentary shock and gets back into whatever he was just speaking about. Bianca and Hayden have their huge eyes trained on me, but I refuse to make eye contact. Just have to make it through this period. Obviously, I didn't tell them what happened and I have no intentions to.