A Dangerous Life [Teacher/Student]

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Signing me out was easy. The school I went too wasn’t very big on security. If you had an adult with you, you could leave. The nice lady at the desk, Ms. Martin, said bye to me for the week. We don’t have school Friday. Tina dragged me out to the parking lot and I gasped when I saw her car. It was a pretty car. It was a beige Cadillac convertible, the old kind. It had that shiny new finish even though it was a vintage car. I fell in love and just had an inch to get inside.

“You like? I knew you would.” She laughed. I hopped into the passenger seat and looked around. I felt like this car belonged to a 15-year-old girl not a 24-year-old woman. There were pop soda cans and fast food wrappers all over the floor. There was a tie-dye comforter in the back seat along with, an empty pizza box, dirty jeans, some underwear, and a Twilight shirt that said ‘Team Jacob’. A dream catcher hung from her rearview mirror and right above the radio there was a picture of Channing Tatum shirtless taped to the dashboard.

I opened her glove compartment only to have millions of parking tickets and makeup fall out. She smiled at me and picked up some pink lip-gloss out of the pile from my lap. She fixed her makeup in the mirror and gave the tube back to me. I couldn’t do anything but stare at her. I didn’t know what else to do. I was awestruck. This woman was insane. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any crazier, I noticed the gun stuffed at the back of glove box.

“Oh don’t worry, I paid all those.” She said stuffing the tickets back. “I just like keeping them as souvenirs.” She closed the glove box and started the car. “I have one for every state, and they make a good cushion for my makeup and that cute little pistol I have hidden away in there.” She winked. I had nothing to say. “Oh don’t worry it’s registered…somewhere.”

“Oh my God.”

“Oh calm down.” She laughed as she peeled out of the school parking lot. “I thought someone so close to Blake would be more adventurous.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” I mumbled.

“So tell me about yourself. You obviously spend a lot of time with Lyle, so he must like you. It’s obvious you and Blake are really close. Carla’s not that big of a fan, but that only makes me more curious about you. What makes Riley, Riley?”

“What do you want to know?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.” sort of.

“But you’re screwing somebody.”

“Says who?”

“Says that fading hickey on your neck.” She laughed and poked me. I blushed and pulled my hair to cover it. Ugh, Ricky. “So, who is he? Is he a random booty call, friends with benefits, on and off boyfriend, ex, what?”

“It’s complicated.” I sighed as I looked out the window.

“Do you not like him, and just his ass?” she chuckled.

“No, I have feelings for him…I’m just not supposed to.” I can’t still have feelings for Ricky; he’ll kill me one of these days. He’s dangerous and I need to stay away from him. If this keeps up I’m going to end up right back were I started…in the gang.

“So dump him and find somebody else.” She shrugged.

“I already have…but I’m not supposed to like him either.” I can’t have feeling for my teacher. He’s too old for me, he’s 23 and I’m 17. Not only will he get fired, if we ever had sex, and we would knowing me, he would go to jail. In the eyes of the law he’s an adult so it would be statutory rape, because I’m technically still a minor. Which is fucking ridiculous because I’ve been through more shit then a 30-year-old man from Detroit. Plus having a relationship with your teacher just looks bad to everyone. He would loose his job…and his freedom all because of a crush. I wouldn’t do that to him. Not to mention he’s taken.