Teacher Student Love 소설 & 이야기

I admitted, so he came to me. “Are you crazy?!” He asked me, “You don’t know what you’re saying! I am your teacher, and you are my student—” he did not manage to continue speaking when I kissed him on his lips, so he pushed me a little bit. Only two of us were here in his office, that is why I can express my love to him. “Please! Let me love you!” I begged him, “I don’t care what other people will say!” I added, so he held my hand and spoke.

He tried to explain wider. Well true to say, those words coming from Owen intrigued and surprised everyone.. Owen asking about love and romance. wow. Its not even dumb..its detailed...properly detailed... "Well, its simple Owen...you can't fake love when...when...well you can know pure love ...by...I mean... When.. " And just like that , the teacher was rendered speechless, not because she didn't know...but because she didn't know how to put it into words.. Or maybe she didn't even know...who cares..

“I wouldn’t be surprised of how attentive you are right now.” I pursed my lips and simply glance at my classmates. Of course, they will be. I played with my pen on my fingers while looking at our sociology teacher. Surprisingly, my classmates seemed too engrossed from our topic. “Let’s begin.” Mrs. Chopin clapped her hands and gesture us to the white board. My lips twitched as I saw what’s written on it. Argh, I’m out! “What is love?” she chuckled. “Guess, you all have an idea.”

"I mean, I thought you were joking when you said that," Madelyn stared at her for few seconds. "Of course not," she said with a straight face. "I was dead serious," "Why do you think so?" "Pfft!" Madelyn scoffed. "That's not something I can explain. I just feel it," "Don't you think that it's messed up that you think I'm in love with my... teacher?" "No, you haven't been interested in a guy in ages," she shrugged. "Of course I'm going to full on support you when I get to know that you are now,"

"I still hate this. I still wish you'd told me before agreeing so I could've talked you out of it. But after thinking about it, I figured out why you considered it." "So you'll support me?" The corner of his mouth pulled up slowly. "Do I have a choice? You've already spent his money." That made me laugh. The quiet that followed was softer than the one before. "I'm not going to lie," he said after a while, his voice dropping a little. "The thought of my student loan being cleared... that's a good feeling. Thank you." "Don't thank me. You would have done the same for me. Together from the start." I nudged his shoulder. "Together forever. Remember?"

Jace, also wearing sunglasses, strides confidently beside my brother, ignoring the stares from everyone. “Fucking hell,” Hannah comments, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “They’re like gods around here.” I lean against a nearby tree. “Annoying gods,” I mutter, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Jace. He should have a cool soundtrack playing in the background as he walks like that. My heart flutters when I follow him, and I mentally shake my head at the terrifying realization I have. I’m in love with my teacher. Deeply. Way too deeply, and probably for far too long. Maybe even before he stepped foot in my house. I’m just like the other girls, hopelessly crushing on an older teacher.

He laughed and pulled me back to himself. “Why not? I like it.” “Huh? You like fucking your students?” I let out, even while knowing that’s not what he meant. What to do? I like trouble sometimes. It spices up the relationship. Don’t quote me though, I don’t have a lot of experience in the field of relationships. Lucas made a face at me. “Students? That’s reaching ma’am, there’s just one student that I want and she is—“

"She's a great student." "Is she? Because I've heard some things," he says, his tone shifting. "You two seem to have a special kart of connection that extends far from a lecturer and student." I swallow hard, my pulse racing. "What do you mean by that?" He shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just that it's interesting how these things work. Student-teacher relationships can be... complicated." I take a step back, my instincts screaming at me. "I think you might be mistaken. Nothing is going on."

I asked with a frown. “No, dummy,” she flicked my forehead lightly. “You're in love with your s*x teacher.” “Me? In love with him?” I scoffed and slapped her hands away from my shoulder. “Nope, I don't think so. You know, I don't do love, I don't believe in that sh*t.” I mean, how can I love someone when I don't believe in love? Love and I have nothing in common. “You just said you're having a stuffy feeling in your chest, and it's making it hard for you to breathe, right?

“Mr. Leventis if you would stop looking at Miss Decardo, I would like you to stand up and explain to me the method of the last question I have solved.” The class snickered about this. It’s been less than three weeks since he transferred here and students think something is going on between us. I mean can’t we be friends? And if the teacher could see clearly, he is glaring at me not looking. In reality, I have got feelings for him. In our line of work, it’s like intentionally sending a man to his grave. Even though only the children of rich and high-class study here so I know he must be from some family but still it’s better to be safe than sorry.