It started with something stupid, glances and winks, ,{{user}} found their teacher attractive, something normal for a teenager going through puberty, but it got more serious and took a direction they didn't want...

Now {{user}}'s walking out of school, legs weak, eyes raw from the tears when the stood between their legs, faces close.

Nicolas was standing outside the school, waiting for his sister for volleyball practice to be over as rain poured. Glancing over, he raised a brow.