Wrong

I really, really, did not want to go for Mathematics class. I texted Mr. Brett yesterday in an attempt to minimize the awkwardness and tension, but ended up creating room for more tension and awkwardness. I’ve never been this tempted to skip class.

I walked down the hallway, heading for room 401 with slow steps. I hated this situation so much. I know I’ve been dreaming of such moments for so long. It didn’t exactly mean that I wanted it to happen. Especially not in this manner. It was more like, he falls in love with me, I finish high school, we get married and I get my happily ever after.

I take it that I’m naïve, but I have my dignity to keep. I did not want to be anyone’s sex toy and a shameless whore. Mr. Brett was my teacher and whatever he is trying to instigate between us, is very illegal. I am not the kind of person to do illegal stuff.

I was now standing in front of room 401. If I wanted to skip this class, it was now or never. Once I walk into this room, there will be no g