“Ding Ding Ding” the bell rang so I grabbed my things and went to the class I dreaded most. Everyday I walk to his class and it feels like pins and needles going through my chest as i get closer and closer finally reaching Mr.E. He looks at me and smirks as he knows my feelings towards him. I walk to my seat and I see a note addressed to me. I look up and see Mr. E looking at me with that same smirk he had when I walked in. I somehow knew what was already written but I rub my hand through my hair and read it anyway

“Hey jelly bean it’s been awhile I see you walking in the halls and in my room you try to look away every time I look at you. I miss you”

I stop reading as this rage fills me knowing he hurt me last time and he’s okay with it. I rip it in half and I rip both pieces again. My finger starts to bleed for a cut, my eyes get heavy and tears fills my eyes. I get up and run to the bathroom leaving the ripped up note. A million thoughts going through my head. ‘How can he expect me to just forget everything he said to me’. The feeling of pins and needles come back even harder now as i realize the anger I feel so heavy is love. I’m angry that I love him, I’m angry that I allowed myself to fall for my English teacher. How stupid can I possibly be?