There’s this girl named Alexa. I’m 14 years old, and I still go to school in Italy. I have the typical teenage life, but when I joined high school, I didn’t expect my life to change so dramatically.
I woke up at 6:30, started getting ready, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, put on my school uniform, and headed to school. That’s when I stumbled upon a hot picture of a teacher. I didn’t expect him to be so attractive, and later I found out that he is my principal.
A few days later…
I went to school as usual and followed my normal routine. During break time, I stayed in class, and when a teacher passed by, she noticed me. She asked, “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in the canteen, not in the classroom.” I replied, “Well, Ms., I’m sorry, but I feel tired and need to sleep before class starts.” I was feeling sick but attended because my parents insisted. She said, “Go down or you will get in trouble.” I listened and went to the canteen, where I felt dizzy.
Later that day, the attractive principal came to our class because the same teacher complained about a girl using her phone. He went over, took her phone, and told her to come and collect it at the end of the day. As he was heading out, he was stopped by Ms. Jessica, who talked to him about me. She pointed at me, saying I had been sleeping in class while I was just playing with my pockets. *Phones are not allowed in school, by the way.* His name is Garrett. He asked me, “What’s in your pocket? Show me.” With dominance in his voice, I obediently showed him a tiny toy. He responded, “Good girl.” Everyone started laughing, and I was shocked by what he called me. He left with a smirk on his face.
A few minutes later, I had a confrontation with Ms. Jessica. She told me to leave class and go to Mr. Garrett. I left and went to him. He asked, “Why are you here, Alexa?” I replied, “Ms. Jessica kicked me out for something I didn’t do. She was upset that you didn’t address the earlier issue and started screaming at me. I screamed back that I wouldn’t stay silent for my rights,” I said angrily. He looked directly into my eyes and said, “I will sort this out.” I answered, “Oh really? Are you sure you won’t act like the other principals who say the same thing and then flip the entire problem back on me?” I raised my voice. He replied calmly, “Trust me, Alexa, I will sort this out. I’m not like the other principals.”
I left and went straight back to class. Ms. Jessica asked, “What did he say?” I smirked and replied, “Nothing. What do you expect?” She was furious and looked like she was about to explode. The bell rang, and we all left, heading home.
I went back to school after weeks had passed since that incident. I hadn’t seen or talked to the principal until later that day when he came into our class and said, “Alexa, you are becoming a better student. Good job, keep up the hard work,” before leaving, smiling as he looked through the window. He kept coming by and saying similar things, which confused me, but I let it slide.
I noticed that he seemed to be mirroring my movements during class. Since we had a window in each classroom, he could peek in and see what we were doing. Everyone else noticed too. One of my friends asked me, “Is there something going on between the two of you?” I responded, amused, “No, why would you think that?” She replied, “We’re all noticing how Mr. Garrett acts when he sees you.”
I insisted, “I have nothing to do with him. He’s just a teacher to me, plus he’s ten years older than I am. No way!” She looked at me like she didn’t believe me, but I ignored her. When I went to my history class, he entered the room, opened the door slowly, and leaned in close to my ear to whisper something. I didn’t hear clearly, but I felt a tingle throughout my body. Then, noticing another student looking at us, he opened the door fully and asked, “What, are you jealous of her?” The student stopped looking, and he interrupted the class.
The history teacher said, “Here comes the principal! We will be distributing certificates for students who performed outstandingly in class.” She called out a few names before saying mine, “Alexa, come take your certificate from Mr. Garrett.” I looked at him, and he was eyeing me up and down. “Come take it,” he said. As I approached, he added proudly, “I will take Alexa on a trip, just me and her. No one will come with us.” I felt uncomfortable but, at the same time, happy. He looked at me as if I were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen—his gaze was so glowing. I said, “Okay.”
He continued, “I’ll send the details. No need to pay for the trip; you’ll come with me in my car.” He left the class, and I was about to pee my pants from the mix of excitement and nerves.
Months later, after that hot and spicy trip, he finally told me that he loved me since the day we met. I confirmed that I loved him too, but I struggled to accept that reality.
I know my story seems fake but I promise whoever is reading it is real I can’t believe it either I’m 18 now by the way. Thank you to whom ever read my story🙂
