I am inlove with my Professor ( Andy B love story)

The coffee shop was still as darkness, and i was sitting in the dark corner with a cup of coffee, my friend Carrie across from me as i told her my story on how i almost got fucked last night by my teacher. "I never wanted that… Of course, it’s one thing not to want something; it’s another to be told you can’t have it. I guess it’s just nice knowing that you could someday do it if you change your mind. But now, all of a sudden, that door is closed." I whispered biting the bottom of my lip. "I have ruined it i agree, but i can't lose my virginity to a man who does not love me."

"Because sometimes even if you know how something’s gonna end that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the ride." Carrie mumbled.

"Come again for big fudge?" I asked with my brow arched. "You want me lose my virginity to my teacher?" She shrugged and drank her hot tea. "Carrie, the man said he wants to break me, its another thing if he said 'oh baby, l want to make love to you' but no he said he wants to break me, and fuck me!" I sighed. "I wanted to be friends with him first."

Carrie looked up and arched her brow. "Women are for friendship, men are for fucking." Did she just... say that? I leaned back and closed my eyes thinking of Andrew, Damn it, i really wanted him. Look at my mom and dad... perfect couple, without any regrets... or? When it comes to relationships, maybe we're all in glass houses, and shouldn't throw stones. Because you can never really know. Some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than Butterflies... "Maybe its fate. Maybe after sex he will loves you- gotta pee." She stood up and walked to restroom.

I got to thinking about fate. That crazy concept that we're not really responsible for the course our lives take. That it's all predestined, written in the stars. Maybe that explains why, if you live in a city, where you can't even see the stars, your love life tends to feel a little more random. And even if our every man, every kiss, every heartache, is per-ordered from some cosmic catalogue, can we still take a wrong step and wander off our own personal milky way? I couldn't help but wonder, can you make a mistake and miss your fate? Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cites. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, maybe just a phone call away. My hand shook uncontrollably as i grabbed the phone, hesitating to call him, but as fate has it his name appeared on my screen and my eyes grew ten sizes wide. "Hell-hello?"

"Victoria," He breathed, my heart skipping to a tune i knew... the tune of love. "You weren't in class."

"I dropped your class," Like i did you when you told me 'lets have the sex'

"Why would you do that?" Because i can't look at you without thinking you want to break me in like a new bed, or a sheet, or boots, or my fucking hymen. "Can we please talk than?"

"I am not at home, i am in Vancouver, family friend is sick." Lying through my ass the moment but i just have to, i can't." I laughed softly sipping on my tea. "Can't do that man."

"Victoria..." He breathed deeply. "Don't fucking lie to me." Before i could speak i looked up seeing a shadow- well overshadowing me. 'Fuck me!' "I traced your call." 'FUCK ME AGAIN!' "Starbucks." Yes i know what the name is, don't have to pronounce it like that as well. He slid into the booth across from me with his fingers laced together, gazing at me.

"Well Vancouver was fun-while i lasted." I muttered removing the phone from my ear. "Uh.. what do you want."

"I am sorry i came across as harsh, i just really want to have sex with you." Just kill me now. God. "Please hear me out." On sex? Is he joking with me.

"No, i am sorry but i don't see you as... well how do i say this, attractive." He arched his brow and scoffed, of course he is attractive, i mean look at him. "Yeah i am fooling myself on that one, Mr. Biersack, you can get into trouble, i am still a minor."

"Don't play bull crap. You are over twenty one. Can we please just talk. Tonight. Your house. Please."

"Damn it." I growled. "Sure, my house." Let my father murder you. "Why not."

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