My conflict faded as I studied his crazed expression. Now only fear consumed me, and nothing else. “You’re insane,” I whispered.
I pursed my lips, slamming my locker shut and turning to face her.
No other else will ever catch my attention.
He’s the teacher—he’s the adult. You’re a student, a minor. It would be sick. It would be wrong. It would be… wonderful… “