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Teacher Gilinsky– Part XIV

Teacher Gilinsky Part XIV

After my phone call with Jack, I just sat in my bed; numb, dumbfounded. How could I be so.. So stupid? So careless? I’m so fucking screwed.

I didn’t sleep that night. I was too shook up, my anxiety attack getting worse. Once I heard my Mom get up and go downstairs, I set up a game plan. My mom is the most understanding person I know, so maybe I can just talk it out with her, right? I slipped some pajama pants on and headed downstairs with sweaty palms. 

“Mom?” I called out, walking into the kitchen to see her leaning against the counter, a newspaper and her coffee in her hand.

“Oh, you’re awake,” She smiled setting her paper down next to her glasses. “Do you want me to make breakfast? I bought some bacon at costco yesterday.” She said with a warm smile. Probably the last one i’ll see in a while. 

“Mom, I need to talk to you,” I said bluntly, my heart racing and my mouth is suddenly dry.

“Okay, about what?” She asked, closing the fridge and opening the package of bacon.

“Um… I wanna talk about.. Uh, I wanna talk about Jack.” I merely whispered his name, looking at everything else but my mother.

“What about him? Oh sweetie, did he dump you? ‘Cause if he did I’ll kick his–“

“Mom! He didn’t break up with me. I don’t know how to say this.. so I guess I’ll just come out and say it. Jack isn’t a student… He’s my teacher.” Silence. Complete and utter silence.

“Your teacher?” She spat.

“My.. teacher.” I whispered.

“..You know. You were already pushing it with the kid but this,” She paused as she shook her head. “This is not right. I told your father to have some faith in you! That we needed to trust you more! Thats why we were so cool with him being a father at his age, or what age we though he was. I just— I can’t. I don’t even want to look at you. You-you had sex with this man! Your fucking teacher… That is statutory rape, Y/N! I can’t look at you, go.” Silent tears streamed down my face, as I finally gained the courage to look at her. She shook her head as she looked through me. 

“I’m sorry, Mom.” I whispered.

“No you’re not… I love you honey, but I am ashamed. Ashamed.” She said flatly. “You can go in your room while I talk to your father.” My heart dropped from my ass to my toes, farther if even possible. 

“I’ll bring you breakfast when its done. You are not to see him, or speak to him until your father and I figure out what to do. So give me your phone.” She held her hand out. I nodded, locked, and turned my phone off. Thank god for passwords and touch ID.

I walked upstairs, brushing past my dad as I walked into my room. 

“Y/Nickname, What’s wrong?” He questioned, following me into my room. 

“Just ask mom. I’m done talking about it.” I whispered. He nodded and left my room, and closed my door behind him. 

I locked my bedroom and bathroom door, and slid my macbook out of hiding. Thank god for iMessage. 

Me: I told my Mom about us.

Jack Gilinsky: What did she say?

Me: She’s pissed, to say the least. She hates me.

Jack Gilinsky: I’m so sorry, baby. Are you coming to school today?

Me: Hell no. I doubt she’d let me, since you’re there. 

Jack Gilinsky: Do you think she’ll talk to the principal?

Me: I sure as hell hope not. I’m sorry I got you into this mess. I promise I’ll do everything I can to prevent them from talking to anyone, okay?

Jack Gilinsky: Okay. I love you baby.

Me: I love you more.

I closed my laptop and turned my tv and blu-ray on, so I could watch netflix. I finally fell asleep to the girls of Pretty Little Liars receiving an -A text. I awoke approximately 4 and a half hours later to a light knocking on my door.

“Come in.” I whimpered. I rolled over and wiped the sleep out of my eyes. Jack opened my door wider, looking behind him before shutting it quietly behind him.

“What the hell are you doing here? It’s like you have a death wish!” I whisper-shouted. 

“It’s okay. Your dad I assume is at work and your mom left a few minutes ago.” He stated. “I had to see you.” My heart fluttered, his thumb brushing my cheek.

“Why aren’t you at work?” I questioned. 

“Free period.” He smiled, pecking my forehead. “Now can I have a kiss please?” He whispered, his nose brushing mine.

“Not until I brush my teeth.” I smiled and hopped out of bed. 

“Is that mine?” He asked me, his eyebrows raised.

“The shirt? Maybe..” I smiled and pulled it down a little more, considering I ditched the pajama pants long ago. I walked into the bathroom and wet my tooth brush, put the toothpaste on it, and wet it again, before beginning to brush. 

“It’s okay baby, it looks much better on you than it ever could on me.” He whispered into my neck, his head resting on my shoulder. We made eye contact in the mirror, his hand lightly brushing my thigh, his hand gently trailing up the tee shirt to my hip, causing fire to ignite everywhere he touched. 

I spit the toothpaste foam from my mouth and rinsed my brush, before flossing. 

“Flossing, really? I knew you were a floss nerd.” I scoffed and smacked his hand that was on my hip, his giggle causing a smile to break out onto my face.

“I was just kidding.” He drew out ‘kidding’ with a long groan. 

I turned to look at him, his hands grabbing both of my hips and lifted me onto the bathroom counter. 

“What’re we gonna do?” I whispered into his chest, nuzzling my nose into his neck. 

“Well, there’s not much we can do. It depends on wha—“ He was cut off by my mother, who was standing in the doorway of my bathroom.

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