Teach Me To Love

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  It's funny how your life can change in just one moment. I started out as a socially awkward Junior with no friends, and here I am, in the arms of my lover. Did I mention? He's my teacher.

  Hey now, let's take a few steps back.

  It was September 9th, 2017 at 7:55 A.M. when I first laid eyes on him. Mr. Guerrero.

  I stepped through the doorway, keeping my head ducked so no one would see my face. My ugliness was just another reason for them to tease me. I made my way to my usual seat in the back corner of the class, trying to avoid eye contact with any of my would-be tormentors. I sat down tracing circles onto my chipped wooden desk. Finally, I mustered the courage to look up at my new teacher.

  I stopped breathing for a whole minute. His eyes never met mine, but mine were glued to his glorious handsomeness.

  He had the most beautiful face I had ever seen, I had never known that a man could be this gorgeous. I had seen all the male model posters in my older sister's room, but none of them compared to this gorgeous man. His eyes were the color of a Sprite bottle, his nose chiseled and defined. His cheekbones were prominent and sharp, they could cut me. Suddenly, his stormy blue eyes met mine, and he inhaled sharply. 

  I blinked a couple times, my head was spinning. 

  Then everything went black.

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I woke up in his bed, his tongue rubbing circles onto my big toe.

Oh no, I had slept with my teacher, and now I was pregnant!

"その大きな巨根は大きかったその大きな巨根は大きかったその大きな巨根は大きかったその大きな巨根は大きかったその大きな巨根は大きかったその大きな巨根は大きかったその大きな巨根は大きかったその大きな巨根は大きかった!" I exclaimed in my native language, French.

"Baguette." He replied.

I winked.

Oh no! I was in labor!