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And frankly, you look exhausted. "I've just been tired— "Lydia." His tone was soft. "I've been teaching for twenty years. I know when a student is struggling. What's going on?" Everything. Nothing. A secret relationship with my teacher that's destroying me from the inside out. An investigation that can ruin both our lives. A psychotic girl who wants to take everything from me. "Just personal stuff," I said. "I'm handling it." "Are you? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're drowning."

This was like a blessing, because I’m really curious to know more about this case. I needed to know more about it, in order to finally bring that victim’s suspect to justice. And, I can’t wait to have that teacher’s license gone once this is brought to light again. Student and Teacher relationships aren’t tolerated in our country, and the fact that the victim was a minor and the male teacher was still here is quite surprising and at the same time disgusting. It makes me wonder, what type of power that teacher holds to still be here despite the crimes he committed with that fellow student.

RICHARD’s POV Stephanie stood beside me. Her eyes were beautiful. Her full glossy lips, her glowing skin and the strawberry scent around her was just amazing. Yes she was my student. One of my favorites. Her innocence and charming personality was something I admire the most about her. “ You have been a really nice friend to me, I can thank you enough,” Her sweet voice echoed in my ear. I….emm I just thought I could come say thank you”. She moved her hands closer to mine.

"You forget I know him well enough. He attended this school just like you." She nods. "Yes, but that was as student and professor." I arch a brow. "A bit like us." "I think we're kind of surpassed the normal student and professor relationship, sir." I tighten my grasp on her. "Is that right?" "Unless you often fuck your students and I don't know about it?"

It just seemed that the teacher preferred to resolve the matter himself because he felt it was his responsibility as a teacher. "Sometimes my teacher really makes me proud, but sometimes I also feel annoyed with her. Well, this kind of teacher-student relationship really makes me happy!" said Xiao Chen, who still considered Ming Yue as his teacher and second parent. Without Ming Yue, there might not be a Xiao Chen today. Although thanks to Grandfather Qin’s help, Xiao Chen could train, it was the teacher who took care of him for longer. Even though they often argued, it was just a normal part of their peaceful daily life as teacher and student.

"I've come to care for you as a friend. I only wish to see you succeed, and support you in any way that I can." I look at Armitage carefully. I can remember thinking of certain teachers in the past, how inappropriate it seemed to develop even platonic relationships with students. Teachers who thought of their pupils as friends had always rubbed me the wrong way. But Armitage isn't a teacher, and there is no need to remind myself of my relationship with Professor Harlan.

I know I'm not 'normal', I'll never be. "Only for certain people." She pulls me closer to her, forcing my hand to palm her breast. I have this urge to take my hand off, but I don't. I enjoy the burning nausea I'm feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Won't you get in trouble for this? I mean student teacher relationships are not allowed. You could get fired and I could get expelled." I wasn't that cautious when I was shoving my dick down Marcus's throat though. The thought of it makes me tent a little. She sees it and purrs. "If you won't snitch, I don't see how the school board would find out."

I looked from the closed door back to Alexander, then let a small smile tug at my lips. “Your lover left,” I said lightly. “Aren’t you going after her?” Alexander turned his head and looked at me. “Are you jealous?” I didn’t answer. There was no point. He studied me for another moment, then said, calm and flat, “Julian is not my lover.” I raised a brow but still said nothing. He leaned back slightly, one hand resting against the arm of the chair, his expression returning to that cool, measured look of his. “Our relationship is like that of a teacher and student. Don’t overthink it, and don’t start imagining things that aren’t there.”

Yep, he’ll definitely have you attempting that whole student/ teacher forbidden relationship thing. I head to the back of the class and take my usual seat at the corner. I take out my new copy of Divergent and begin to read as I wait for the class to start. A couple of minutes later the teacher walks in looking as fresh as ever, and no, I don’t have a crush on him. he gives me a small wave but makes no move for conversation as to not break my focus on the riveting book in front of me.

– Jerica Okay that works – Trixie “Am I interrupting your conversation on your cellphone, Trixie or are you planning to pay attention to today’s lesson?” My teacher, Mr. Rogers, asked standing over my shoulder. “I’m sorry, I was just making arrangements to stay for book club.” I slid my phone into my backpack quickly. “You have my full attention, sorry!” I said again. “I will see you there then, I have been asked to help out with it.” He said smugly and then continued on with today’s lecture on defining relationship with counterparts. This seemed more corporate today than usual, but I began taking notes and wondering what legends and romance type of books we would read.