The year is 2019. Her dream was to move to London to attend college, but after meeting her teacher, everything changes. What will be the way things will go? Will they cope well with the situation? Only time will tell.
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(Sorry if there is incoherent writing. English is not my native language. Enjoy ❤)
*2 PM, Sunday*
Rebecas's POV
I woke up on my bed and I can't remember a thing from last night. I don't even remember coming home from the pub. I sat up and stretched while feeling my head ache. It would be a great hungover. Thank God it's sunday, it would be shitty if I had to go to class like this.
I took my phone from the bedside desk, to check the hour. There was a message from someone I didn't recognize.
I unlocked my phone's screen and opened the message to see what it was. It was Brian.
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I can't believe it. It can't be true.
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Brian's POV
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I told her everything. And tried to make sure nothing more happened.
After explaining it all to her, she said we needed to talk and asked me to come to her place, so we could talk. I knew she was going through a hungover because so did I. It wasn't that bad though, I was just a bit dehydrated, thirsty as hell.
I got out of my house and closed the door. Then I got inside my car to drive to Reb's place. It wasn't a long drive.
I was thinking in the meanwhile. Rebeca was right. I was the teacher and she was the student. This could not be, we couldn't have a relationship. And after all, I was married to Claire. I'm a fucking 36 year old man and Rebeca is 18. I could be her dad. What would people think?
*20 minutes later*
"Listen Reb, I've been wondering about our situation, y'know..." I started. We were sitting on her living room's couch. "And you're right. We can't have... a... this-"
"Yeah, Yeah. I know." she said, cutting me off.
When I told her that I like her, I really meant that. We talked for what felt like an hour when we first met, we didn't just flirt. She's interesting and smart. She's different. I know we can't do it, it would be so wrong. But... you know what I mean?
