My Teacher

My Teacher

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Olivia had many problems. And one of them was her very sexy teacher. Little did she know, Mr. Harland was having quite the same problem. A romatic comedy story, written from two points of view, Mr. Harland and Olivia Newston. "I just want to get out of here!" Olivia told her best friend Hailey Williams as they walked down the hallway of Rivingston High, the only highschool in Rivingston Valley and the least interesting one in the whole state "One more year left and we can leave Rivingston and explore the world," Hailey said and Olivia agreed. Olivia was just retrieving her chemistry textbook from her bag as she collided with a very muscular curly haired male. "I am so so sorry, here, let me help you with that." He reached down to collect her textbook. "You must be new, I'm Olivia" she smiled at him. Olivia assumed he must have tranferred here as she knew every guy in this small school. "Uh yes in a manner of speaking, I have to go, nice meeting you." He hurried of awkwardly. "I wander what was up with him?" Olivia enquired after he ran off. "He was probably just flustered that he ran into a pretty girl, he obviously is interested in you." Hailey pointed out. "I doubt it, Hails," Olivia stated as the bell rang. "No guy that hot gets that nervous talking to a girl unless he likes her." Hailey said factually. As the girls walked down the hall to their homeroom class, only one thing was on Olivia's mind. And that just happened to be the teacher standing right in front of her. "Hello students, I am your homeroom teacher this year. My name is Mr. Harland." Mr. Harland saw Olivia and smiled shyly. READ MORE TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT
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*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

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