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Chapter eighty

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"How? How is it different? We're both eighteen. Both your students. Both willing. The only difference is she got to you first."

I needed to end this. Needed to be brutal enough that she'd never try this again.

"The difference," I said, making my voice as cold as I could, "is that I don't want you."

She flinched like I'd slapped her.

"You don't mean that."

"I do." I released her wrist and stepped back, putting distance between us. "Emily, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression two years ago, or any time since. But helping you through a panic attack doesn't mean I have feelings for you. Being kind doesn't mean I want a relationship with you. And frankly, this entire conversation is inappropriate and needs to end. Now."

Tears filled her eyes. "But I love you."

"No, you don't. You've built up one moment of kindness into something it was never meant to be."

"You don't get to tell me what I feel!"

"And you don't get to manipulate me with threats about Lydia." I shifted into offense, t
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  • My Teacher Is Mine   Chapter eighty

    "How? How is it different? We're both eighteen. Both your students. Both willing. The only difference is she got to you first."I needed to end this. Needed to be brutal enough that she'd never try this again."The difference," I said, making my voice as cold as I could, "is that I don't want you."She flinched like I'd slapped her."You don't mean that.""I do." I released her wrist and stepped back, putting distance between us. "Emily, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression two years ago, or any time since. But helping you through a panic attack doesn't mean I have feelings for you. Being kind doesn't mean I want a relationship with you. And frankly, this entire conversation is inappropriate and needs to end. Now."Tears filled her eyes. "But I love you.""No, you don't. You've built up one moment of kindness into something it was never meant to be.""You don't get to tell me what I feel!""And you don't get to manipulate me with threats about Lydia." I shifted into offense, t

  • My Teacher Is Mine   Chapter seventy nine

    Derek's POVI sat at my desk grading essays, though my mind was barely on the work. Every time I tried to focus on metaphor analysis or thesis statements, my thoughts drifted back to Monday.Lydia in my bed. Lydia's skin under my hands. Lydia saying "I love you" like it was the only truth that mattered.And then the guilt. Always the guilt.She had to keep dating Mason. I'd told her that. Told her it was necessary for the cover, for safety, even though the thought of him touching her made me want to put my fist through a wall.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts."Come in."Emily Spencer entered, and something in my gut immediately tensed.She looked different. Smaller somehow. Vulnerable. The sweater she wore slipped off one shoulder, and her eyes were red-rimmed like she'd been crying.Nothing like the confident girl who usually commanded every room she walked into."Emily." I set down my pen. "Close the door and have a seat."She closed the door but stood there, arms wra

  • My Teacher Is Mine   Chapter seventy eight

    "Liar." I moved closer, around the desk. "You love her. I can see it every time you look at her. And you know what? I get it. I understand what it's like to love someone you can't have.""Emily, stop.""Why? Because the truth makes you uncomfortable? Because you know I'm right?" I was close enough to touch him now. "I've loved you since that day two years ago. And I know you don't love me back. Not yet. But you could."I reached up to touch his face.He caught my wrist. "Don't.""Why not? You touch her.""That's different.""How? How is it different? We're both eighteen. Both your students. Both willing. The only difference is she got to you first.""The difference," Derek said, his voice hard, "is that I don't want you."The words hit like a slap."You don't mean that.""I do." He released my wrist and stepped back. "Emily, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression two years ago, or any time since. But helping you through a panic attack doesn't mean I have feelings for you. Being

  • My Teacher Is Mine   Chapter seventy seven

    I stood outside Derek's classroom door, checking my reflection in my phone screen one last time.Hair: loose, slightly messy, like I'd been running my hands through it.Makeup: minimal, with just enough redness around my eyes to suggest I'd been crying.Clothes: the same sweater from Tuesday, the one that slipped off my shoulder. He'd remember it.I looked fragile. Breakable. Nothing like the Emily Spencer who ruled the school.Everything like the girl behind the bleachers two years ago.I took a breath and knocked."Come in."Derek sat at his desk, grading papers. The classroom was empty, afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows."Emily." He set down his pen. "Close the door and have a seat."I closed the door but didn't sit. Instead, I stood there, wrapping my arms around myself."Thanks for making time for me," I said quietly. "I know you're busy.""It's fine. That's what office hours are for." He gestured to the chair across from his desk. "Please, sit. You look like you'r

  • My Teacher Is Mine   Chapter seventy six

    I waited by my car, parked strategically next to where Derek always parked.When he came out at 4:30, I was leaning against my hood, scrolling through my phone like I was waiting for someone."Car trouble?" he asked, polite but distant."What? Oh, no. Just waiting for my dad to call me back. He was supposed to pick up my mom from rehab today, but..." I shrugged, letting the sentence hang."I'm sorry. That must be difficult.""It's fine. I'm used to it." I looked up at him. "How do you do it?""Do what?""Keep caring about people. About students, about their problems. Doesn't it get exhausting, being the person everyone leans on?"He was quiet for a moment. "Sometimes. But that's part of teaching. You do it because it matters, not because it's easy.""Must be nice, having that kind of purpose. Knowing what you're meant to do.""You'll find yours. You're only eighteen.""Will I?" I met his eyes. "Because most days, I feel like I'm just going through the motions. Like I'm playing a part

  • My Teacher Is Mine   Chapter seventy five

    Emily's POVI stood in front of my closet, rejecting outfit after outfit.Too slutty. Too innocent. Too try-hard. Too casual.Finally, I settled on something in between: a soft sweater that hung slightly off one shoulder, jeans that fit well but weren't provocative, minimal makeup that made me look vulnerable instead of polished.Not Emily Spencer, queen bee.Emily Spencer, broken girl who needed saving.The girl he'd saved two years ago.I pulled my hair into a messy bun—intentionally messy, the kind that took twenty minutes to look like I hadn't tried—and studied my reflection.Perfect.I grabbed my keys and left before my parents woke up.---School didn't start until 8:30, but I was in the parking lot by 7:45.Derek's car pulled in at 8:00, exactly when it always did. Creature of habit.I watched him get out, briefcase in one hand, coffee cup in the other. He looked tired. Good. Tired meant vulnerable.I waited until he was halfway to the building before I got out of my car."Mr.

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