Stockholm Syndrome //Adam Driver

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"Look here," He tilted the paper in your direction and you had to lean in close to look, "You did it again. Are you dyslexic or something?"

"Oh damn." You said kind of laughing at his joke. He looked at you when you let a curse slip, "-dang."

"You kids must not have been punished for carelessly cussing." He said.

"Well, I'm not a kid anymore. I'm eighteen now." You corrected, but Adam wasn't satisfied with your correction. He shook his head softly.

"You're still a kid." Adam pursed his lips together, "If I had it my way you'd have soap in your mouth."

You bit back a smile. Whatever Adam put in your mouth, you'd take. It would be rude not to accept.

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Initially, it was all just a silly teacher crush on your Calculus teacher. Just an excuse to escape from normal day-to-day life, until it wasn't. You thought Mr. Diver wasn't more than a silly fantasy in your head. But that was until it made you spiral, second-guessing everything you understood about your relationship... Be careful what you wish for.