PROLOGUE.
He kissed me softly, his lips on mine, my own maths teacher.
I was the weird kid at Whitecity High. Never had a boyfriend, didn't wear make up, didn't smoke, didn't get wasted.
I was bullied, still am, but now something has happened, someone new has came into my life.
I'm in love.
But not with any old guy.
This man is special to me, any guesses who he is yet?
No?
I'm 15.
And I'm in love with my maths teacher.
YOU ARE READING
I'm in Love....With My Teacher?
RomanceHit. Punch. Kick. I was out. Dad took pleasure in my pain, the pain I felt from his beatings. The pain I felt in my heart. I'm in love with my teacher.
