Elijah:

I knew that she was special from the very first day. More special than any other girl I’d ever met. I admired how dedicated she was to school, and extracurriculars. You could tell that she didn’t like to fall behind. That’s how I knew that something was wrong when she didn’t show up at school for a week. Of course I immediately clued in that it was my fault. The only thing stopping me from kissing her was—well, her. After she kissed me though, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to restrain myself. I was completely consumed by her. Everything she said, or did, was now something I needed to know about. I tried not to become some kind of creepy stalker, but one search on google led to another, and another. She fascinated me to the highest extent. She did something to me; something inexplicable.

After Katya left that day, I sat in my classroom pensively. She had probably already run through every scenario in her head, but I needed to as well. We really aren’t being smart here. Do we really think that this kind of relationship can work? No. I don’t at least. I doubt she thinks this is real anyhow. How naive would she be if she thinks that there’s a possibility of us actually happening? I thought. I can’t bear to tell her that though. I’ll drop some hints, maybe see if she moves on by herself. It broke my heart to think of poor little Katya, crying over someone who didn’t care about her enough to fight for her. Regardless, it wasn’t my job to be her first love, or whatever I was to her. If anything, I’d consider something a little more casual with her. She would never do anything casual with me though. If she was willing to skip out on a week of school just because I almost kissed her, there was no way she’d be able to handle this. Plus, I knew how passionate she was. Anyone who read her writing would know that she looks for the moon and the stars when any guy jumps at her. You could tell she was a dreamer. She was really, really smart, but she let her imagination run wild. It was out of control.

The next day, she stayed behind after class. I knew what was going to happen, but I couldn’t let it. Next thing I knew, we were making out on my desk. She sat on my lap, her legs wrapped around and squeezing my waist.

“Katya, Katya, stop…”

“Are you sure?” She kissed me harder.

“Stop,” I said. She got up and combed through her hair with her hands.

“What’s going on with you?” She asked me. I knew I should be upfront with her.

“Katya, I think what we’re doing here is a mistake,” I started. “I think we should…”

“Should what?” She interrupted. “I know what we’re doing is a mistake, but I thought it was a mistake we were making together,” She said angrily. I thought that I should tell her something comforting to calm her down.

“Look, I don’t want to ruin your chances at college,” I lied. “No matter how badly I want this relationship, it’s dangerous for both of us. Maybe after you graduate, we can start something… something a little slower; more casual,” I told her.

“More casual than making out in your classroom after school?” She yelled.

“Shhhh! Someone might hear you,” I warned.

“God Elijah, you are such a douchebag. I can’t believe you would use me like this.”

“Hey! Let’s not be making accusations here! We can’t let uncontrollable tempers cloud our judgment,” I said in a threatening tone. “It’s over, Katya. I’m sorry, but you just have to deal with it.” She glared at me. She tried to act tough, but it was just a cover. She was really upset and I knew it. The whole thing ended up being worth it anyhow. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, but she expected me to make some kind of commitment. I was just glad that I hadn’t gotten in too deep.

“Wow. I can’t believe you right now,” She said. She ran out of the room in tears. For a minute I thought, what if she tells somebody? I could lose my job. But no, there was no way. She has too much pride to ever admit that she was hot for teacher. I grinned and laughed to myself. I was glad that I’d gotten away with it. Now I had much bigger plans…