Part 43

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We went inside his office and we sat down.

Principal; So... Y/N right?

Me; Yeah.

Principal; Um... I just wanna ask you some things.

Me; Okay.

Principal; Alright. Mr Gunnarsen is your teacher, right?

Why he's asking me things about him... oh god.

Me; Yeah he's my teacher.

Principal; Okay... but you do private lessons.

Me; Yeah why? Is that bad?

Principal; Um no. No don't get me wrong.

Me; Why you're asking me things about him?

He didn't reply.

Principal; So. A handsome, young teacher spends the most of his day with you.

Oh that's not good.

Me; So what.

Principal; He's hot, isn't he?

Me; Yeah he's really hot but he's my teacher and... you know... I can't think more.

He smiled and he got kinda relieved.

Principal; Happy to hear that.

Me; Why did you want me to come here?

Principal; This is my job. I wanna ensure that Mr Gunnarsen is just a teacher for ya. Mrs Hanna told me that you're confused so she said that it would be good to ask you.

Mrs Hanna... I realized something at least. I'm nothing and she can beat me so easy.

I need to give up. Marcus will never be mine if Hanna is here too.

Me; Okay may I go now?

Principal; Of course.

We stood up and I left.

I started walking as fast as I could.

Marcus; Y/N?

I heard someone yelling my name.

I turned round and it was Marcus.

He came closer to me.

No one was there.

Marcus; What are you doing now?

Me; W-why?

Marcus; Um I was wondering if you wanna go out. Like a teacher and a student.

Me; No I can't. I need to... study.

Marcus; What about tomorrow?

Me; I'm... sorry l can't.

I was ready to go but he grabbed my arm.

Marcus; What principal told you?

I looked down.

Marcus; Tell me.

I started crying.

Me; Okay maybe he understood that I'm in love with you and he started asking me thing about you and us.

He got shocked.

I continued crying.

Marcus; Are you kidding me?

Me; Mrs Hanna told him that I may like you more than a teacher.

He was ready to stroke my shoulder but I avoided him.

Me; Please we can't do this anymore. I'm giving up...I'm sorry.

I started running away.

He didn't stop me.

He was confused.

I just went home and cried more.
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//Annie💛

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