Alright. This is a little short story I wrote today in Geo and Science. Now, before you read it, I'll ask you not to be rude. this story is about a sixteen year old girl who falls in love with one of her teachers. I don't want to be asked if I like a teacher. The answer is no. I like someone else very much. And this story isn't about anyone a know. No, I do not have a friend name Emma in love with a history teacher, so don't even ask. In fact, the teacher isn't based off anyone either. These were names after I wrote the story. I also don't want comments like 'ewwww! That's so gross!" or "The teachers a pedo!" Okay, so maybe he is. But, that's not the point of this story. This is a love story about two people who shouldn't be together. Also, if the girl were 25-30, you would all be fine with her getting together with someone a lot older. Now that this is all set aside, time for my story.

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"It could happen." I said, following my History teacher through the empty halls of the high school. "It does in other places."
"Well, it won't happen here." He said sternly. My teacher's name was Mark Johnson, or just Mr. Johnson. He was tall, very tall, at least six foot three. He had messy ear-length brown hair and bright green eyes. He's nose was small and cute. He had a very strong jaw line. Over all, he was very handsome.
"Why not? I'm sixteen. As long as there's no sex, they can't arrest you." I said, trying to keep up with his long strides. He glared at me and quickened his pace. I stopped walking.
"Mr. Johnson, come on. You have to stop running away. You have to except the fact I've fallen in love with you!" I said, trying to catch my breath. He stopped as well, and turned to face me.
"No, I don't have to." He looked up and down the hallway. "Come on. In this classroom.
He turned and walked over to the door and opened the door, stepping into the room. I sighed and walked in after him. Of course he chose an empty room, I thought while walking to a desk to sit on it, I wish he could be more open with me around others.
"Look, Emma, I'm twenty-eight years old. I'm too old for you. And besides, you're my student. It would be wrong." Mark said, now pacing the room. "There's no way for us to be together."
"Ha! There! You said you want to be with me!" I said, smiling victoriously. "You love me too."
My smile grew when I saw his blush.
"I didn't say that! Emma, please understand. There's no way you can be with me. Ever. You don't even like History!"
"I know. But I'm always at class so I can see you." I replied simply.
"Ugh... Why don't you understand!? We cannot be together! It's wrong!"
"I don't want to understand!" I said, raising my voice."
"Why?" He shouted at me.
"Because I love you, Mark. That's why!" I shouted back. "Why won't you except that?" I was close to tears now. Why wouldn't he understand.
"Emma... Look. I feel in love with a student of mine once. Someone found out and I got fired. Now, I didn't doing anything to the student, so that's why I can still work. But, if I were to be with you, what if that situation happens again. I don't want to risk my job again."
I looked down. I never actually thought about how he must feel. Saying you love someone is big, but bigger for the one who was told this. They have to give an answer, and especially if they're twelve years older than you.
I stood up. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you. I get that we're not allowed. But please believe me. I do love you." I said this all very quietly as I passed him to go to the door.
Suddenly, I found myself facing him, and he was kissing me. It was quick. As soon as he finished, he stepped away from me.
"Sorry. I just couldn't let you leave before telling you how I felt about you." He was blushing again and I started to cry.
"You're so mean, you know that?" I said shakily. "First you tell me we can't be together, than you go and kiss me."
"I know, but I'm a teacher. I have to make sure you learned something before you're rewarded." Mark said, bringing me into his arms. I rested my head against his chest and smiled.
Then the bell rang and we jumped apart.
"Well... you should get to class." He said, straightening his already straight shirt.
"Yeah."
We walked towards the door and out. I looked up at him and smiled. "You know, you didn't get mad at me when I called you Mark."

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Well. There it is!

Loved it. Just pure love.

PEDO ALERT.

xD

That was pretty sweet.

You're the only person who can get away with the pedo comment. xD

But thanks. And glad you liked it.

are you going to update?

Doubt it. I bet this is just a one-shot.

Very good. I only noticed one grammar mistake, which makes me very happy. ^^

The idea isn't overly original, but it's always hard to be these days. The writing was very well done. It felt like it was a movie in words.

Overall, a fine piece of writing. ^^

It's a short story. Tends to only be one thing. And yeah, I know it isn't very original, I just got bored in my Geo class. And yay! One grammar mistake! WOOT! I'm glad you guys liked it.

EDIT!!!!!: Okay! I've decided that I'm going to write a collection of short stories that sort of follow this one. Just thought you might like to know. ^.^