Shit.
Adrenaline kicks in and my heart races as I scramble to find the unsubmit button.
But god is cruel and so is Mr Thompson, it seems. He’s made the assignment single-submit only, and the time on the clock is 11:58pm, which means –
A few hours from now, he’ll be reading my quality, hand-crafted erotica. About me. And him. Instead of the essay I was supposed to submit for history class.
“Fuck.” A thousand thoughts are rushing through my head as I go into panic mode.
He’s gonna see this and he’s gonna know about my obsession with him. What’s worse is that he’s gonna think I’m a creep who fantasies about her teacher fucking her in his office. And then he’s gonna tell everyone around the school, maybe even my parents. Everyone’s gonna know. I’m never gonna recover from this.
I’m choking on my thoughts and I jump at the sudden chirp my laptop made.
It’s an email. From Mr Thompson.
*Hi Ella,*
*Please come by my office tomorrow after class.*
*C.T.*
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
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