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wrong. So, so wrong. Men like him don’t deserve to be teachers. They don’t deserve to be trusted. Yes, I did it for you, but I also did it for future students. He can’t just take advantage—”
I growl, curling my fingers into tight fists and leaping from the sofa to pace. “You have no fucking clue, Tiffany! I tricked him. He thought I was Sage! You have no idea what I did to that man and then you, in all of your self-righteousness, cost him everything. Everything!”
I feel hot tears threaten. This is all my fault. In the end, no matter what anyone else did, every bit of this is my fault. I’ve ruined a man’s life because I’m a selfish, scheming, childish liar.
I feel like pulling my hair out, I’m so frustrated. Oh god, oh god, oh god! Finally, I turn back to Tiffany. I’m desperate and frantic.
“Tiffany, please!”
“There’s nothing I can do, Willow. He confessed, which actually makes me think a lot better of him. And whatever you did, it doesn’t justify what he did. He knew who you were, Willow. He came to practice to get you. He knew exactly what he was doing.”
I throw my head back and scream in futility. “Tiffany, this was none of your business! If I’d wanted you to know, I’d have told you. Why can’t you just fix this and let me live my life? I’ve got enough of a mess to clean up without adding this to it.”
She shakes her head, not willing to give an inch. “Sorry. What’s done is done. I guess both of you should’ve thought about what you were doing before you started this. You knew it was wrong. You knew—”
“Yes, I did! Is that what you want to hear? Yes, I knew it was wrong, but I was in love with him. I still am! But he wouldn’t have anything to do with me because I was his student . He was the bigger person. He was the better person, the more mature, the more responsible person. He did everything right. It was me, me that made the mistakes. And it’s so unfair that he would have to pay for them. He didn’t ask me to fall in love with him, Tiffany. It just happened.” Suddenly, I’m drained. And hopeless. And devastated. “It just happened.”
I don’t try to stop the tears this time. I let them flow, bitter and remorseful. Once they start, they gush. They gush like water from an open damn.
Tiffany doesn’t try to comfort me. If anything, I can feel her disdain battering my already-tormented mind.
“Oh well. I guess you’ll make better choices next time then, won’t you?”
My mouth wants to gape open at her callousness. I keep it closed by gritting my teeth so hard my jaw aches.
Once again, like a caped hero coming to the rescue, fury surfaces. It burns away all the tears and leaves me feeling cold and hateful toward the girl who I thought was my friend.
“You know what, Tiffany? I hope in all your infinite wisdom that you very carefully choose who you fall in love with, because God help you if you have any friends like you if you don’t. They might take it upon themselves to swoop in and ruin your life.” I walk calmly to the door, swinging it open. I glance back over my shoulder, ice shooting from my eyes. “Stay the hell away from me. If I see you again, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
With those words hanging in the air between us, I step through the door and slam it shut behind me. When I reach the parking lot, I don’t bother to look back.
TWELVE- EBON
I didn’t think it was possible for my parents to ever live in a shit hole that truly reflected the kind of people they are.
I was wrong.
The dilapidated house the cab pulls up to somehow perfectly suits the memory I have of my family—sketchy, seedy, scum on the foot of society.
The tiny square structure sits in the center of an overgrown lot, sporting mostly knee-high weeds and abandoned cinderblocks rather than grass. The once-white clapboard siding is stained
I growl, curling my fingers into tight fists and leaping from the sofa to pace. “You have no fucking clue, Tiffany! I tricked him. He thought I was Sage! You have no idea what I did to that man and then you, in all of your self-righteousness, cost him everything. Everything!”
I feel hot tears threaten. This is all my fault. In the end, no matter what anyone else did, every bit of this is my fault. I’ve ruined a man’s life because I’m a selfish, scheming, childish liar.
I feel like pulling my hair out, I’m so frustrated. Oh god, oh god, oh god! Finally, I turn back to Tiffany. I’m desperate and frantic.
“Tiffany, please!”
“There’s nothing I can do, Willow. He confessed, which actually makes me think a lot better of him. And whatever you did, it doesn’t justify what he did. He knew who you were, Willow. He came to practice to get you. He knew exactly what he was doing.”
I throw my head back and scream in futility. “Tiffany, this was none of your business! If I’d wanted you to know, I’d have told you. Why can’t you just fix this and let me live my life? I’ve got enough of a mess to clean up without adding this to it.”
She shakes her head, not willing to give an inch. “Sorry. What’s done is done. I guess both of you should’ve thought about what you were doing before you started this. You knew it was wrong. You knew—”
“Yes, I did! Is that what you want to hear? Yes, I knew it was wrong, but I was in love with him. I still am! But he wouldn’t have anything to do with me because I was his student . He was the bigger person. He was the better person, the more mature, the more responsible person. He did everything right. It was me, me that made the mistakes. And it’s so unfair that he would have to pay for them. He didn’t ask me to fall in love with him, Tiffany. It just happened.” Suddenly, I’m drained. And hopeless. And devastated. “It just happened.”
I don’t try to stop the tears this time. I let them flow, bitter and remorseful. Once they start, they gush. They gush like water from an open damn.
Tiffany doesn’t try to comfort me. If anything, I can feel her disdain battering my already-tormented mind.
“Oh well. I guess you’ll make better choices next time then, won’t you?”
My mouth wants to gape open at her callousness. I keep it closed by gritting my teeth so hard my jaw aches.
Once again, like a caped hero coming to the rescue, fury surfaces. It burns away all the tears and leaves me feeling cold and hateful toward the girl who I thought was my friend.
“You know what, Tiffany? I hope in all your infinite wisdom that you very carefully choose who you fall in love with, because God help you if you have any friends like you if you don’t. They might take it upon themselves to swoop in and ruin your life.” I walk calmly to the door, swinging it open. I glance back over my shoulder, ice shooting from my eyes. “Stay the hell away from me. If I see you again, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
With those words hanging in the air between us, I step through the door and slam it shut behind me. When I reach the parking lot, I don’t bother to look back.
TWELVE- EBON
I didn’t think it was possible for my parents to ever live in a shit hole that truly reflected the kind of people they are.
I was wrong.
The dilapidated house the cab pulls up to somehow perfectly suits the memory I have of my family—sketchy, seedy, scum on the foot of society.
The tiny square structure sits in the center of an overgrown lot, sporting mostly knee-high weeds and abandoned cinderblocks rather than grass. The once-white clapboard siding is stained
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