I started kissing him more fiercely, like a girl on a mission.
I was a girl on a mission.
For around a minute, we kissed, his tongue slipped in my mouth and I smiled against his lips. Then he pushed me away. “Stop,” he muttered.
“What, why?” I said, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt and trying to kiss him again.
“Logan, stop,” Mr Parker said firmly, holding my wrists. What had I just done? I was becoming a pathetic sluut.
“S-sorry,” I said before running out of the classroom. I was being a coward but what sane person wouldn't run?
What sane person would kiss their teacher?
Outside it was pouring and I groaned, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Justin. “Hey Logan,” he said, happily.
“H-hi,” I murmured.
“What's wrong?” Justin asked, suddenly alarmed.
“C-can you please come and pick me up?”
“Sure, tell me where you are.”
“At my school.” Without any questions asked, he was on his way. I had been waiting outside for five minutes when Mr Parker came out.
“Logan, would you like a ride home?” Mr Parker asked, kindly. I knew he didn't want to give me one but being a good person, of course he'd ask.
“No.”
“How are you getting home?”
“Somebody is coming to pick me up.”
“Okay, I'll just wait with you.”
“You don't have to,” I said, quietly.
“I know,” he shrugged. “I have your bag by the way.”
“Thank you.” Mr Parker handed me my bag which I had left in his classroom.
I wrapped my arms around myself and held back tears. I didn't dare glance at Mr Parker who was leaning against the brick wall. I could feel him staring at my back. A couple of minutes after Mr Parker had came out, he asked again, “Are you sure you don't want a ride?”
“Yes, I'm sure,” I replied and Justin came. As soon as he saw me, he got out of the car and jogged over to me.
“What's wrong, Logan? You were crying? What is it?”
“Nothing,” I murmured.
Justin sighed, “You are going to tell me.” I just nodded in reply.
“Zach, what are you doin- oh, obviously you'd be here. Do you know what's wrong with her?”
“Don't speak about me like I'm not even here,” I mumbled, not sure if anyone could hear me or not.
“No, I have got no idea,” Mr Parker said, giving me a pointed look.
“I think I have a jacket in the back of my car, let me get it and then we'll leave,” Justin said. While Justin was doing that, Mr Parked looked at me, with what though? It was pity, maybe it was hatred.
“Ms Hant, lets just pretend it never happened,” he said and I just nodded, turning away. 

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