Thank god I have a weekend to get my head straight. Since we started school on Thursday this week was only two days long.
I finish school and about to go on the bus for home when someone stops me. It was Dawson. "Nikita you seen distant and you ask to use the restroom everytime you are in my class. Would you like to tell me why?".. "oh sorry Mr. Dawson. Its just that.... that.. umm... oh I have to go before my bus leaves.. heh.. hehh." He sighs then nods. My heart again pounding. I really to calm down.
After what feels like forever I arrive home. My mom nowhere to be seen. I become extremly worried until I see a note on the fridge saying. "Dear Nikita your dinner is in the oven. And you can watch whatever. But dont leave the house. Ill be back late tonight. Late late. Love ya girl bye" I sigh. Another night alone. I wish dad was still here. After a few hours I eat and go to the couch to watch some random alien shit. I switch the channels and see an interview thing for Not Cool directed by oh my god no wonder he looked so familiar. My teacher is Shane Dawson. I never asked because what would the chance of that be. A few more hours passed by and I decided to go to bed. However after finding this news out I couldnt sleep. Finally around 7 am I drifted off to sleep.
*Dreaming*
Hey Nikita Shane smirks. Why did we have to end the fun so soon? I bite my lip and say I dont know. He steps closer and starts kissing me. He had complete control over me. My tongue started begging for entrance. He granted my begging after three solid ninutes. He puts a hand under my shirt and slides up to the bra. Grunting he slides his hands to the back and unclips my bra. He then throws the bra away from us. He then guides us over to the couch and tears off the rest of my clothes. He tears of his clothes as well. Inches from touching hot wet skin.
"NIKITA WAKE UP DAMMIT"
I immediatly wake up and groggily say "what mom?" "look at the time young lady" I glance over and see 4:58 pm written in bold red eletric letters. 4:58 Pm?!. "Omg mom im so sorry". Still angry she glares at me and says.. "Why were you dreaming of sex.... with your teacher?" "Umm mom I dont know but hes... um. I JUST DONT KNOW! HES LIKE SEXY!" I cry out with tears forming.. she chuckles "its ok Ive been through it too" I say ok. Then go down to make some food..
