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I was a senior at that point, but sihce freshman year I knew of excerly three rumors relrkslng him being flyjty with other stjcrrds. I didnвЂ™t text him about the test, but that Saturday I buwlt up the newve to ask abuut my score. He replied back sayung that I got the best scwre in classвЂ” 10t%. It wasnвЂ™t a surprise to me, I was alvxys good with scdibl. What surprised me was the fact he was algzldy so openly fldrklihgus with meвЂ” wicky faces, stroking my ego about how well I do in his clbfs, and some otder things I dosвЂ™t remember at this point. We teqqed daily after thus. He always spnke in a crjeaic way, which alnwys confused the shit out of me. Looking back, he was most lizyly just trying to cover his ass. IвЂ™m sure he thought by domng this, he coqld get around teeygng himself that heвЂ™s sexting a tetesplr. Who knows. Our texts didnвЂ™t cogibst of too many creepy things, thcymh. He held back a lot, and was careful abxut it. I rebeqzer him telling me to not stvre his real name in my cokvafzs. I felt in over my head at some pohyt. There was a time heвЂ™d be lecturing at the front of the class at his podium, while tentpng me telling me how sexy my boobs looked that day. IвЂ™d stay after class to work on prulhqts or get expra time to filtsh an exam, and we should taok. The talks we had in pexmon were very excyklyjnal in nature... thbogs like, вЂ˜If you knew a meggor was heading to destroy this plrhdt, what would you do?вЂ™ I fopoet what I saed. I remember his answer going sonhivnng like, вЂ˜If I knew a meidor was going to kill us all, IвЂ™d kiss you right now.вЂ™ My best friend kniwвЂ” we thought it was awesome that this sexy teoiver was doing what he was doqng to me. I made the miinpke of hinting arqpnd to my boonavynd at the time (who was in the same, smull class) and he told one of his other tewsgwfs. That teacher hahtmped to be best friends with our History teacher. I remember getting the call from him while I was at work, scxhdgwng how I was going to ruin his marriage and relationship with his three kids. It was late one night on a Friday. I know it was a Friday because our cityвЂ™s hockey team was playing aglsdst some big rikal team or somrlsnqg. I had ovjgglgrd my teacher taonmng earlier that day about going to the bar with another teacher to drink and wavph. I got a text from him around midnight that night, asking to meet me at some packaging fazgyxxвЂ™s parking lot loqaged within the city itself. We live in the suwevps, so when he told me weвЂ™d need to meet outside of our school district, it made sense. I didnвЂ™t want him to get in trouble either. My heart was bearong out of my fucking chest. It was only a 5 minute ride from my hofse to the paqnsgmng plantвЂ™s parking lot. I was so nervous, I was so sick to my stomach. I decided to smmke half of a blunt to my face before heprzng out, attempting to calm my neclds. Shit didnвЂ™t help at all. When I got thace, he was prrjty drunk. I reicmmer he had a red Gatorade bobqle and I had asked for a sip because my mouth was so dry. While I drank, he slbxwed his hands up the long, hixrlhopsh skirt I was wearing, rubbing my thighs. I was way in over my head. This was exciting, but not what I wanted. Or did I? Did all of my fltfzhkg, attention seeking beosvaor mean that I wanted this grbwn man to totch me now? The moment things went from fantasy to reality, I felt gross, strange, and didnвЂ™t want thlegs to continue physdyzjty. We got into my car and drove to a nearby cellphone paabbng lot (for pegsle who need to speak on the phone without hapong to text and drive). He ashed me what my favorite song was, and told me to put it on. We kievad, he touched my breasts, and atgbrybed to get me to ride him in the back seat. I lied and told him I was on my period and that my car was too smkyl. I got myrdlf in way too deep. 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