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Kristina's pov

This is ridiculous.

I shouldn't be thinking about him. I scrunched up my nose as I looked at myself in the mirror. Justin. I bit into my lower lip, shaking my head and

wishing I could remove the sounds of his pleasure grunts beside my ear that day.

I ripped my eyes away from my reflection, ashamed.

Letting out a breath, I brush a comb down my hair and went to pick up my bag for school. However, as I hurl the strap over my shoulder, a surge of

nausea crawled up my throat.

I am not stupid. I’ve noticed the signs and noticed that this has been happening to me frequently. But I didn’t want to think about it much. Not when if

what I think is happening to me right now could ruin Justin's life further.

A brief flashback of the last words we spoke plunged into my head.

“Dammit Kristina!" Justin growled, pulling out and ripping the condom off his dick. My thighs are still trembling and he's looking down at his dick in

disgust.

My heart clenched.

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out so many curses that I had to clench my eyes tightly and swallow. "I'm sorry fuck!" He hissed while tucking

himself in while pacing the room.

He looks disheveled because I had made him that way, but what makes me worried is the wild 'l fucked up' look he sported. Regret.

And I can understand that. Even though my heart hurts and my belly coils, I understand that.

"I shouldn't have.” he spat. "I took advantage of-

"You didn't," I whispered, finally pushing out words through my closed mouth. I sat up on the desk, fixing my skirt, my eyes unable to see the regret in

his so I didn't look at him.

"I'm sorry,” I whispered, my voice breaking. God this was hard. Tears welled up in my eyes. fogging my vision however I saw the way he was looking

at me and it tore me apart more.

A sob so strong shook my chest. "I came onto you and-

My voice broke and all I want to do was run away and not look back. I'm still so sore but I beg you I'd be able to run so quick without an issue if I

could find a fucking backbone right now.

"I could have pushed you away," he groaned, running a hand over his face. "In fact I can't even tell who kissed whe first," he winced. "All I know is this

should have never happened and you should not have lost something so precious to you to me.”

I swallowed. Would it be crazy to admit that I do not feel an ounce of regret?

Justin was my dad's good friend son so we knew each other a bit. He was always closed off and his aura was always dark which never invited others

to chat with him well, except for women. Because even with that dark aura, Justin was very and I mean very handsome.

He was twenty six and had been single for years. Well, this was what his mom had mentioned to my mom a few weeks ago.

I can't say Justin and I are friends, can't say we hated each other either. What we were, were just two people who knew each other.

However, things started changing

when he started working here and

became mya teacher. I started .

noticing tt that he picked on my arts

more, and given that it was shitty I

knewshe had every right to pick at it.

Butimine wasn't the shittiestand he

didn’ seem to pick on those tha

were shittier.

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And then before I knew it, I grew to resent him. Resent the way his grey eyes darken when they saw me. Resent when he let some of his hair grow

on his face to create a light stubble.

Resent how his lips were so red and plump

Resent how his blonde hair looked so tousled and messy. Resent how he only seems to lift that corner of his lips in a smirk whenever I am around

I resented his scent too. That spicy manly scent that made some weird fluttering feeling in my stomach to rouse. I hated it all. With a passion

Resent. Until resent turned into like and like turned into want and want turned into some burning passion I didn't know if it would consume me or burn

out.

However....1 found out it did burn. It burned so fucking bright he took me on his desk like a mad man who had been out of jail and had never seen a

woman for decades. But as quick as it burned it sizzled out.

"This shouldn't have happened Kristina.” his eyes are red as though he was about to cry and I have never seen a grown man cry before except for

my dad. It gutted me

"You're underage. I'm your teacher,” his eyes widen as if he had just realized how screwed up with just been. "Fuck!" He hissed. "For fucking sake I'm

screwed.” He begins to pace.

"They won't know," I whispered, watching him pace. At this rate. he'd make a permanent foot marking on the floor. "I won't tell anyone. This can stay

between us. No one has to know."

The least I could do was ease his mind before he actually went mental. I didn't want him to lose his job or be disgraced because of me. Not when I

wanted it to. And God did I want it too.

Justin stopped pacing and looked at me. his eyes searching mine. "This will stay between us?”

I nod, swallowing

He sighed, nodding and ran a hand

through his air. "I'm sorry again

Kristina. There's not enough c

apologies I could give you for what

I've done. I've always been a fuck up

but this time I went too far. keouldn't

control myself and hurt your”

a“

I licked my suddenly dry lips, reddening. "I wanted it too you know,” I whispered. "It's not like you forced me," I turn brighter. "I begged for it.”

e looked away, his Addams apple

bobbing. “Ang I could have said no."

e shook hifhead as if disgusted .

and tumnediio the door, not ooking:

at me, ctet's forget this ever

happened. I'm sorry Kristina." “He

wotdlessly head for the dootand

Same part of me wished Re looked

back. ”

But he didn't.

And I am so stupid to have wanted more even though I know it was forbidden.