Till Eternity (teacherxstudent)

It all started three years ago. As a loner, I had no one else to talk to. My best friend was a teacher, a grown man who acted nice towards me probably out of courtesy and nothing else. On the lest day of school, while everyone else was getting their yearbooks signed, I was in Mr. Jones's classroom. I cannot remember what exactly it was that we were talking about, but as you will see, that was the least of my worries. I do remember that I was standing in front of him and he was sitting on his office chair. And, before I knew it, I was grabbed by the wrist and pulled towards him. All of a sudden, I found myself sitting on his lap, held still by him. Awkward as I was, I avoided looking into his eyes, but when I did, I saw that he had been staring into mine. I will never forget the intensity of his gaze, how I was pulled into the darkness of his eyes. It was like his eyes had immobilized my entire body and I could not get myself to move, nor could any words escape my lips. I saw him leaning closer and closer. Still immobilized, all I could I get myself to do was close my eyes shut. Perhaps I thought that if I did so, it would all turn into a dream, a nightmare, something from which I could escape. Mr. Jones grabbed my chin and I suddenly felt something warm on my lips. My eyes shot open in surprise, and there was nothing I could see but his lashes, softened over his eyes. All at once, my strength returned to me. I tried pushing him away, but I was just a middle-schooler while he was a grown man. I stood no chance against the strong arms that held me tightly as he kept kissing me. It was disgusting. Repulsive. Why was this teacher, a grown man, kissing a middle school girl? I still can not believe that my first kiss was stolen by the high school science teacher. I gently touched my lips, involuntarily remembering that day. Thankfully, Mr. Jones moved to China right after that 'incident', and I never saw him again. Unfortunately, however, nothing interesting has happened to me since then, or at least nothing that could compare or replace that memory. I stepped into high school with the unrealistic hopes that I could start a new life, change myself, and change the way others see me - needless to say that did not work. I live with my mother, who is hardly ever at home because of constant business trips, so it is almost as if I live by myself at 15 years of age. I am not in any of the school clubs or sports teams, I am not at all popular, and the closest thing I have to a friend is Emerson, my ex science teacher. But don't get me wrong, as a married man with the kindest heart on this planet, I can trust him not to repeat the actions of the repulsive Mr. Jones. At any rate, Mr. Emerson is currently out in paternity leave, so I have no one. The popular kids have contempt all over their faces when they do so much as look at me and try to distance themselves whenever they are not pulling any 'amusing stunts'. The only time they pretend to be nice to me is when they need help studying or when they need the answers to our homework. What do I do in my free time? Well, I think I might be beating a record of who reads the most books in our library. Not a very interesting or exciting life - I know. Nor have I ever found love. The first and only kiss I ever had was that thing with Mr. Jones. I don't get the point of love anyways. What's the point of it? All it does is cause pain. My mother taught me that very early on. I am happy like this. Living a nice and peaceful life. I do not need love to make me happy.