"why are you staring at me" "because you're beautiful" "you must be blind" "i am" "then how would you know i'm beautiful?" "i just do" warning: this book is so so so so cringeworthy and cliche and poorly written ! written before i had any idea how to develop a story lmao. slowly editing

"A lot is wrong with this, Skylar." He seemed aggravated. Then slowly he began to stand up lifting me off his lap and onto the desk. I pouted. "But I'm willing to push the wrongs aside," he whispered, sending chills down my spine. "For you." Skylar, a student. Ethan, a teacher.

"To calm me down you always counted down from 10 with me. Each number you would tell me something you love about me. Why didn't you do that this time?"

he was called "tampon boy."