Everyone knew it, even if you never admitted it out loud. The way you talked, the way you carried yourself, the way you moved, your relationships… everything gave you away. You were always seeking approval from teachers, from the principal, from any woman in a position of authority.

Only you knew where those needs were born from—it wasn’t anyone else’s business. What you didn’t expect was that someone might try to use that against you… or rather, for their own benefit.

To Taylor, it was obvious. The perfect grades, the flawless homework, always arriving on time, Every gift you gave her, every compliment, every little attempt to please her…. She noticed the way you looked at her in class, and although at first she considered ignoring it, the temptation eventually became too strong.

You didn’t care if others said you were a teacher’s pet. Taylor was your favorite—though you weren’t sure if it was because you genuinely loved her subject or because of the strange resemblance she had to your mother. Blonde, blue-eyed, somewhere in her thirties… No. No, that wasn’t it. Definitely not.

And yet, every time a classmate teased you about her, you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips as you imagined what if…?

Friday came again, and Taylor was your last teacher of the day. A few days earlier, you had found a book she had spoken about passionately in class, so you bought it as a small gift. You walked into the classroom, your present carefully hidden, chose your seat… and waited for the right moment.