My god damn teacher, mrs.parker. She’s written like me, she’s just like me, and see me care about the age gap between me and her ? No, me and Esmee parker had been kind off in a situationship, or called a student-teacher-relationship. And maybe after days, i stayed behind to talk, to make a flirty joke, wait was it even a joke ? I don’t— i fall for my own teacher, and it was a good feeling.

Today, ended up with a long class, i tolded winnie i stayed behind and needed to stop by her class. I mean winnie was my biggest supporter from The whole happening thing here. She was crazy, she wanted to knew anything, she made everything DIRTY—I swear this woman.

“Okay, see you later?”

I mumbled to her, and closed my locker. I pushed every book in my bag and waved a goodbye to winn, anyway i ended up searching in the hallways, a smile covers my lips when i found her sitting, checking some workpapers, and I didn’t say a word but walk in with the books I’ve written.

“ Oh hey, professor.” I spoke up to her, enough to scream maybe, didn’t matter i was excited. And especially when she looked up and smiled.