I'm in love with the teacher

I am Prince Leo, dressed in the very rich royal family, I am very handsome and I have everything a girl can look for in a man, moreover I read that in the hundreds of letters that girls send me every day, it's been three years since i arrived here at abdi high school. today I am 18 years old, I have never had feelings for a girl even with all the letters and photos received, I have never liked any of these girls, but since the beginning of the year it could be that I fell in love with the French lady, I don't know how to explain this to you but when she comes to class, my heart pounds, when I stay in class until I hear a voice say "Ms. Annaelle is coming!" "Annelle!" I don't know what connects my soul to these three syllables, like I depended on it to breathe or live better, she is so beautiful it looks like beauty I saw her before she was born, shaped like a guitar, she is the very incarnation of the color pink. at first i thought it was just attraction but the more time passes the more my love for her grows and i can't go a day without thinking about her more than fifteen times, it got to a level where i can't I couldn't bear it anymore and I decided to write him a letter, in which I declared my feelings to him, I told him everything. difficult to come close to her to talk to her but impossible to keep this heartache in me which burns me more and more, so I took the risk on Thursday by entering in my composition sheet a letter accompanied by my photo where I declare my love to him. It's Monday and once she arrives in class, she keeps watching me with one eye and I shiver with a thousand fires, never have I felt so sick to my heart as my life right now depended on her. reaction, once the lesson is over, she asks me to carry her bag and accompany her to the teacher's room... Once arrived in the room, there was no teacher, because it was around one o'clock and the teachers were each in their classroom, others in a meeting... Right now my heart is beating like I woke up in the middle of a lake on a small canoe, I'm shaking with a thousand fires but this must not be visible , I have to maintain my composure and all that counts is her, she keeps her back turns against me but I don't say a word, then she turns around and stares at me straight in the eyes with an inexplicable fury, I look at her and she says: _ annaelle: I corrected the proofs and in your proof I found this (she said taking out of her bag the letter that was there in my composition sheet) and how you can afford to d write such dirt to send to your teacher, aren't your parents taught respect?? I look her straight in the eyes when she speaks and I realize that nothing comes from her, she puts forward hurtful words just to destabilize me but deep down, I feel a connection between her and me... _ Me: Mrs Annaelle, I received a good education and it is this education that allowed me to do this because I was taught that if I want something, I have to put all the means possible in game to be able to get it before not having it, I was asked to dare before not succeeding and that's what I did, and I'm not afraid to assume the consequences Because at least you read and listen to what there is in my heart i really needed to tell you this and i'm not afraid to look you in the eyes once again and say "i love you, i like you, i'm in love with you" that, it comes from the bottom of my heart.... Without me being able to finish my ugly speech (I suppose for her), I receive from her a good pair of slaps without competition _ annaelle: you i***t, I'm your teacher and I could be your big sister.. _ Me: I was also told that love has no age _ annalle: stop! That's enough, you listen to me now, I could give this letter to a supervisor or even to the principal and for that, you will risk being brought to the disciplinary council for... _ Me why?! Because I expressed my feelings to you? Or do you think I won't be able to repeat everything on this letter in front of the principal and the crowd of students? Otherwise, it would make me rather happy to be able to tell you this in front of this world because I am not afraid, I am sure of my feelings and.... She looks at me with disgust, it looks like she didn't understand that, I'm freaking out a little _ Me: sorry, I didn't mean to be so aggressive in my words, really excused me and for the letter I am sincerely sorry..... Forget all this I take you Then I don't let him bother to express himself and I leave, it looks like I really upset him, I'm a big i***t. I ask my driver to leave me at home, I skip the rest of the lessons, on the way Denis asks me what's wrong, (Denis is not only my driver but my best friend) I don't say a word but he insists and I tell him everything _ Denis: hahaha listen to me then that, you were really daring, listened my dear, I don't know how to tell you but I would like you to know that it is not because you are a rich prince that you can have everything you want, it does not happen like this and more concerning love, you have taken yourself very badly, how did you want her to react? What congratulates you? What did you want? And I remind you that she was very patient with you, what you did was wrong, as a friend I will ask you to think more and let your humanity control you, give her respect what merit, she is your lady after all and at 20 if we suppose... _ Me: .... How do you want me to take myself with her? You know very well that deep down I am a good person and that if I did this it was not of myself _ Denis: my dear friend, I know it, the only thing I ask you to do is the following, write him a second letter in which you will politely apologize to him And the rest will come alone _ me: Denis, we're not in novelas here, I know I made a mistake by behaving like this with her, I don't even know if she has a weakness for me or not, I behaved like I was forcing him to put him in a relationship with me and that's bad on the one hand, and on the other hand, it's weird that a student can feel that from his teacher, _ Denis: stop, I know how you are, you have the impression that I don't understand you, I experienced this with the daughter of my former boss and before confessing my feelings to her, I couldn't stand the grief anymore, I know what you're going through right now and perfectly I understand you, all I'm asking you to do is write a second letter to apologize and in this letter you'll also apologize for sending him the first letter, then you hand it over to him and continue your life as before, without stress and the rest will come if it has to come....I know what I'm talking about my dear friend _ Me: all you've had to do for me or say up to this level of my life has always been good so why not do this, I'll do it tonight and we won't go to her house together to give her back _ Denis: do you know his address?? _me: love pushes us to do anything, I know almost everything about her... _denis: haha ​​okay. In the evening It's 5 p.m. and Denis accompanies me to Annaelle's, where I knock on the door but no one opens, I insist and a few minutes later the door opens and surprised it's Annaelle in a towel, she closes the door directly and I stay stuck there, Denis stays in the car and watches me through the rear view mirror, the door opens again and she was dressed, _annaelle: Leo what are you doing at my house? _ Me: Mrs, I came to give you this _annaelle: what is it? Another bullshit letter? What do you want in the end kid! _ Me: this kid won't see you any more letters because the one you have in your hands is the last one, just read it, it has all the answers to your questions. Directly I turn around and I leave, I don't know but I don't like to beg a person, I like when everything comes to me as I want, I don't know if what I'm doing is wrong or not but OK... _denis: I didn't ask you to be a gentleman,... you didn't react nicely _Me: simply because I am me, and I will not show myself to have anything else, _denis: to have certain things we should banish from our habits a certain behavior....you should be nicer _Me: she called me a kid, did you hear?? _ Denis: she is shocked and frustrated, you do not give her the opportunity to express herself _ Me no! It's wrong, I just don't give him the opportunity to step on me, then to believe that I am a kid... ___Annaelle___ My name is annaelle, French teacher at abdi high school, my student Léo sent me a letter in which he expressed his feelings,... I don't know how to go about it but I think he has enough nerve to dare what he did, today once I finish my shower, he gives me a second letter, a daring student and imposing, without me saying anything, it goes away like nothing was: Sitting there on my bed, I open the envelope and take out the letter;