(grayson).
one damaged student,
one caring teacher.
so many rules, laws, morals
stand between them.
will it all vanish in the
face of pure unchaste lust?
♡very mature content.
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THIS SUNDAY WAS HER LAZY DAY. where she just laid in, and watched the trash cable that was playing on the tv.
usually she had work at her fashion store but she called in sick due to the fact that there was still a residential throbbing at her head. it pierced to even blink and even though the effects of alcohol left her body, the headache was still alive and thriving at her temple. the tv was just background noise at the moment as justin messaged her, a very enthralling conversations was bouncing back between them and a unknowing smile wormed onto doves' face. she enjoyed chatting to him whether to profess it or not, and found him to be beguiling in his own ways.
his request was repetitive, constantly asking her out on one date with him, proclaiming that she'll enjoy it but something in her heart knew that he was a player. there was just too many spellbinding things about him that got her wondering if he was so used to compelling girls with his good looks and attractive personality. she didn't like to spend too much time dwelling on it and instead wanted to enjoy his presence in her life.
he hadn't replied to her message for a while so she turned her attention to the programme on the tv again, for a moment or two until her phone beeped again. she peered down at the message, believing it to be justin until the colour drained from her face and her eyes widened slowly.
555 ———— : i will find you.
from the wisp of her hair to her peeling yellow nail paint that covered her toenail, she trembled in shock and a touch of inquietude. she already knew who it was, and didn't like that fact one bit. how? just how did he find her new number? it didn't make sense whatsoever. it seemed so adamant that he was going to find her, as if there was no doubt about it which left her in shock horror.
rob has no boundaries, no bondage to keep him at bay. if he truly wants to find her, he will. and that's exactly what terrified dove. he only pretended to have feelings. when in true reality, he felt nothing. no emotions since doves' mothers death.
in trepidation, she ripped the bedsheets of her body, rushing to the bathroom, knowing exactly what she has to do.
• • • • •
THE HOUSE WAS EXACTLY HOW SHE REMEMBERED. slightly unremarkable, almost like a general family cottage painted a plain ivory white with a middling slanted roof. pretty scarlet red roses were blossoming from each side of the burnt orange painted door with a bright green bush full of wild leaves, which dove found unusual in the harsh winter weather. she shivered in her huge fur coat before knocking rapidly on the door, and stepping back warily.
