Emery was different than a lot of the girls I knew. She wasn't safe, she wasn't girly and she wasn't nice. She was cool, rude and cursed way too much. I suppose that's what made me feel the way I do. She was daring and bold, brave, audacious, courageous and intrepid. She was adventurous. She brought me out of my shell.
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He was her teacher; She was his student.
He wanted her; She wanted him.
It shouldn't be complicated.
But nothing's ever that easy.
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