Love comes in all shapes and forms, but Kelly Young had no idea it'd come in the form of her most hated teacher, Mr. Todd.
•A Student x Teacher Romance.
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"I feel like my heart is stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I'm under pressure 'cause I can't have you the way that I want." — Ariana Grande.
Chapter Theme Song: 'Honeymoon Avenue' by Ariana Grande.
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Kelly
A soaked puppy.
That's what I resemble at this moment. My hair is pasted to my forehead, my uniform now clinging to me heavily, and my socks making squeaking noises in my shoes.
Fuck Kevin.
Fuck Mr. Todd.
And fuck that bus stop that is so damn far away.
I failed my driving twice in a row which is the reason I am without a car. My mom has scheduled a third test later down in the year, but by then I will already be graduating high school. Hopefully.
My target finally comes into view. A shabby bus stop with a rusty zinc ceiling dented with holes. It won't be enough to shelter me from the rain; that's for sure. I check the slim watch on my wrist, wiping away the water droplets gathered on the screen to read the time.
7:02 pm.
I sigh and glance down the road, squinting my eyes from the kaleidoscope of colors radiating from the cars' headlights. Hoping a bus will come soon, I turn my gaze in front of me, clenching my teeth tightly due to the cold.
Suddenly a car slows down beside me, a loud horn jolting my head in its direction. I narrow my eyes at the tinted windows as the horn hoots again. Mistrustingly, I look away and increase my footsteps.
Oh no, I won't be getting kidnapped today.
The anonymous vehicle starts to slowly trail behind me and my feet almost tangle together as I begin to run-walk, my waists wiggling rapidly as if I have somehow become Shakira. All those twerk-practice videos are truly paying off. The hips don't lie.
Increasing its velocity, the car steadily paces in line with me as the front window rolls down.
"Little girl."
"Leave me alone! I am calling the police!" I yell, refusing to look in the direction as my limbs keep moving.
I hear a sigh of annoyance before the person speaks again. "Kelly Young."
Wait. Mr. Todd?
I look beside me to see my history teacher glaring at me from behind the wheels, an impatient expression etched on his face.
"Sir." I stop in my tracks in surprise, and the car comes to an abrupt halt as he emits a loud exhale.
