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

Stepping into his car, I feel a rush of adrenaline and panic roll over me at the same time as I turn to face his smirking lips.

"I missed ya," He drawls, immediately bringing a hand up to my face, cupping my palm as I lean into him.

"I missed you too...I guess I couldn't wait any longer," I admit, biting my lip in shame before he leans in, removing any anxiety or awkwardness I was holding onto. As his lips press into mine, his tongue trailing my bottom lip, sending shivers through me, I pull away.

"What? What is it?" He asks, his lips slightly swollen and reddened from the kiss as I glance behind me nervously.

"Can we um...go somewhere else and do this?" I ask and he sighs heavily before running a hand over his perfectly glossy hair and turning back to the road. I feel a bit bad for a moment before he rests a hand on my thigh, squeezing it tightly.

"Of course, baby," My stomach flutters at his pet name and once again all anxiety I might've felt takes its leave instantly.

"So, what were you up to tonight?" My heart starts racing slightly at the memory of Ethan leaning in but I quickly push that away, thinking of some other interesting thing to note about this night so far.

"Not much. Friends got high for the first time and I bounced on a trampoline. What about you?" He ignores my question as his grip on my thigh tightens, almost to an uncomfortable extent.

"Did you smoke?" He keeps his eyes on the road but I can hear a slight haste to his tone.

"No...would that have been a problem if I had?" I question, glancing over at him as he takes a moment before shaking his head, attempting a grin.

"Course not. I just want you to be safe doing stuff like that. You know...with people you trust and whatnot," I roll my eyes at his statement and he notices.

"You know you're not my dad," I can't help the words from slipping out and once they're out I immediately regret it, wishing I could take them back. Michael tenses up slightly and I stutter, trying to find the right words.

"I...I didn't mean it like that," Is all I can muster and he just clears his throat awkwardly, trying to clear the tension.

"Do you want me to just take you back or-"

"No! No, please don't. I'm sorry, that was a really really poor choice of words," He just scoffs before parking in some random parking lot and turning off the car. As he turns to me I can feel my heartbeat picking up and I wonder if the reason I told him to stop earlier was really because I didn't want to be in front of that house or if it was something else.

"Come here," He beckons as he unbuckles his seatbelt and I hesitate for a moment before giving myself to him. As soon as I unbuckle my seatbelt, he grabs me, pulling me toward him, one large hand behind my neck and the other wrapping around my waist. I get lost in the feeling of his lips on mine and I almost don't feel his hand wandering lower and lower....