All Chapters of My Teacher Is Mine: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lydia's POVOne week.It was seven days since Mrs. Chen had shown me those photos, seven days since Derek had gone through the very same interrogation, seven days since we had both lied through our teeth and managed to get away with it.The investigation hadn't closed-Mrs. Chen had made that clear-but it had gone quiet. No more emergency interviews. No demands for phone records. No police involvement.Just. silence.The type of silence that felt as if one was standing on thin ice, waiting for the crack.I should have felt relieved. But instead, a feeling of smothering had overcome me."Lydia, you're doing it again."I blinked, focusing on Jess across the table from me in the cafeteria. Her lunch tray was empty, while mine was still full- its contents cold and uneaten."Doing what?" I asked. My voice came out hoarse; I wasn't used to speaking much."Disappearing." She leaned forward, concern etc

I woke at 3 AM from another nightmare that I couldn't remember.The sheets were drenched in sweat, my heart hammering against my ribs as if it would at any moment burst out of my chest. I lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling, while I waited for my breathing to slow.It didn't.I reached for my phone. 3:17 AM. Four hours until I had to get up for school.No new messages. Not that I expected any. Derek and I weren't talking. Weren't texting. Weren't anything.I opened my photo gallery and scrolled to the album I'd created before deleting everything visible. Hidden deep in a folder labelled "Bio Notes" were the photos I couldn't bring myself to completely erase. Screenshots of texts. Pictures of us from before everything went to hell.Evidence I should have destroyed.Evidence I needed like air.I stared at a photo from two months ago of Derek and me at the motel, his arm around me, both of us smiling like w

Saturday morning arrived with the kind of perfect autumn weather that felt like mockery. Bright sun, crisp air, leaves turning gold and red. The kind of day made for first dates and new beginnings.I stood in front of my closet, trying to figure out what normal teenage girls wore on coffee dates.Everything I owned looked wrong. Too formal. Too casual. Too much like someone trying too hard or not trying at all.Finally, I settled on jeans and a soft green sweater that Jess had convinced me to buy months ago. "It brings out your eyes," she'd said.I pulled it on and looked in the mirror.The sweater hung loose on my frame now. Everything did. But with my hair down and a little makeup to hide the circles under my eyes, I almost looked normal.Almost.My phone buzzed.Mason: Picking you up in 20! Excited :)I stared at the message, my stomach churning with guilt and anxiety and something that might have been dread.This was wrong. I was using Mason. Using his genuine interest in me to cr

Lydia's POVMonday morning felt like walking into a minefield.I'd barely slept again. Two hours, maybe three, in broken fragments interrupted by dreams of Derek's face when he'd seen me with Mason. That look of pure hurt before he'd walked away.I got to school early, hoping to avoid everyone. But as I approached my locker, I saw him.Derek stood near the water fountain, clearly waiting. Our eyes met, and the intensity in his gaze made my breath catch.He tilted his head slightly toward the empty hallway that led to the old music room. Then he walked away.A summons.I knew I should ignore it. Knew we weren't supposed to be alone together. Knew this was dangerous.I followed anyway.The music room was at the far end of the building, rarely used since the program had been cut. Derek was already inside when I slipped through the door, closing it quietly behind me."We shouldn't be here," I said immediately."I know." He stood by the dusty piano, his hands shoved in his pockets, jaw tig

“Jesus, Lydia.” His voice cracked on my name, raw and reverent. “You’re dripping.”I couldn’t answer. His tongue was already on me—one long, filthy lick from my entrance to my clit that sent my hips bucking off the bed. He pinned me down with one hand splayed across my stomach, his mouth relentless: sucking my clit between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, tracing tight, maddening figure-eights until my thighs trembled against his ears. My fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white, as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core. Every time I got close, teetering on the edge, he pulled back, blowing cool air over my swollen nerves until I was whimpering, begging in broken, desperate whispers.“Please—Derek—inside—need you—”He crawled up my body like a predator, shedding my shirt and bra along the way. My nipples pebbled the second they met open air, aching and sensitive. He latched onto one, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp, tongue soothing the sting wh