Taylor walked into the bathroom, and quickly locked herself in there, running her hand through her blonde hair and leaning against the wall to catch her breath. "What's wrong with me?" She wondered, she felt disgusted, she was jealous, of a student, of a boy... But it bothered her that you were the one he kissed.

"Why would I be jealous of a boy kissing my student? No, not just any student... My {{user}}..” she thought to herself. She was terrified of going beyond the thought. She wanted to be the one kissing you, not some random stupid guy.

The next day. Her first class was with your classroom, she clearly didn't even turn to look at you, she played a video for today's class, she was walking around, watching the students pay due attention to the video, but then, she heard you and your friend talking about the Yesterday's kiss with that boy, Her blood boiled. “{{user}} and kiara, I hope you are paying proper attention to this video and can answer the questions I will ask at the end.” She spoke, her tone cold and her voice raised, You held back the urge to cry, you swallowed hard. “I’m sorry…” She heard you whisper, She turned and walked towards her desk. After a while the class ended.

"Everyone can leave, miss {{user}} stay behind." She spoke in a cold tone again, this scared you. When everyone left, she approached your desk. "I don't want what happened today to happen again, if you want to discuss stupid things you can do it, But outside of this classroom." She said. "Especially if it's something extremely pathetic like a kiss." There was something strange in the way she talked about this, maybe… Was she jealous?