Stolen Innocence (Evergreen) [Student/Teacher Love Story]

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thanks for reading! just a quick author's note as this story continues to gain traction...

this story is considered lolita-esque, but is NOT at all romanticizing or condoning the actions within this book.

this story is about an unprofessional, inappropriate and extremely wrong relationship/love story between a 13-14 year old girl and her teacher.

with that being said, it is much like a novel "My Dark Vanessa" if any of have you have read/heard of that book, this is very much in the same vein. not condoning or romanticizing the love, but very much just giving perspective to it and how complicated love can be.

just to reiterate, he is grooming her, he is a pedophile. there will be repercussions to this.

please vote and comment! this story is still ongoing!!

xoxo

Monday morning comes much too bright and much too early but when I'm reminded that I'll get to see Michael, the day seems a bit more bearable. I rush out of bed, this time not throwing on the most random outfit I can find, but actually finding an outfit that flatters me and is one that I know Michael will like.

Gathering my hair up, I decide to put it in a nice, neat ponytail as I grab a white form-fitting dress Bianca bought me for my birthday that I never wore. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realize there's something I forgot. Quietly, I tiptoe into my mom's bathroom and lock the door behind me. My eyes fall on what looks to be her makeup bag and I grab the mascara wand that Bianca used on me the other night and tried to make my eyelashes look the same way they did when she did it. After that, I ran her brightest cherry-red lipstick over my lips and cleaned up the edges, admiring the way I looked. Hoping Michael would admire me the same way.

"Someone's all dolled up. Special occasion on a Monday?" My mom jokes as I walk into the kitchen but when I turn my face in her direction, her smile disappears.

"Oh honey," Her eyes are wide as her frown deepens.

"What? Does it not look good?" I start to panic slightly. Crap, I should just take it off before I make a fool of myself. She kneels down to my level as she just laughs.

"No, sweetie, you look beautiful....a little too beautiful," she eyes me warily for a moment and just when I think she's going to ask me to take it off is when she tells me to sit down with her. Uh oh.

"I just wanted to say that now that you're getting older and your body is...developing, people are going to start taking more interest in you. Namely boys," I have to stifle my laughter at this as I try to keep my cool.

"I just want you to be careful, you know? Make the right decisions for you," Her soft eyes and kind tone are genuinely sweet and I find myself nodding along at her words. Her very unaware and little-bit-too-late words. Little did my poor mother know I was already mixed up with the last person I'm sure she'd be expecting. Even imagining her finding out makes my blood run cold.

"You got it, mom. This makeup is just for me," I plaster on a smile so fake I'm surprised she even let it slide but she smiles back at me before pressing a kiss to the top of my head and walking out to the garage to warm up the car. My heart drops slightly as I realize I can't go to my mom about any of this. About what it's like going on your first date, about going to prom, having your first kiss, falling in love. That last thought nearly makes my heart stop. Am I falling in love with him? Sure I knew I couldn't live without him...but did I actually love Michael? Did I love him?

After mulling over that thought on the drive to school, I think I came to an answer. I'm not sure what love even is.

It's not like he was expecting an answer anyways. I mean it's not like he knew I was thinking about this. It just felt wrong to keep it from him now that I couldn't stop thinking about it.