Unteachable

"Remember when you (view spoiler)[thought I was jumping off to kill myself?" (hide spoiler)]
He winced.
"It's like that," I said. "But no one catches you. You're just hanging over infinity.

That's another thing about lies: if you convince yourself they're true, they become true. A lie is a discrepancy of belief, not a fact.

"Now I know," he said, touching me again, "why I was drawn to you. We have the same darkness inside."
"Our fucked-up parents?"
"Our lost childhood."

There was no desperate collision of bodies this time. We moved in small increments, my fingers lacing through his, my neck craning toward him. My gaze fixed itself on his jaw, the place just under his lower lip where sandy stubble graded into smooth skin. His free hand came up and touched my mouth, traced it, fingertips pushing in, against my teeth. Again I grimaced. I saw him through my wet eyelashes, blearily. Unbearable. All this restraint, everything furled and reined in, while the rain came down with pure wrath.

I guess I'm trying to say what I couldn't say that night. You can call it love, or you can call it freefall. They're pretty much the same thing. And I love you.

The shiver came, and everything in me turned to the same sparkling whiteness that fell outside and drifted, weightless, evanescent, catching the light for a heartbeat and melting the instant it landed. I couldn't speak. My head was full of snow and static. He touched my face and I touched his and we didn't kiss, just looked at each other. I love you, I thought.

"Was he my boyfriend? Secret lover? Person abusing his position of authority and trust?"

"This feels wrong, Maise. I'm your teacher. It's not just about getting caught. It's how our lives will get screwed up even if no one finds out. Sneaking around, secrecy, paranoia - "

"You're seriously underestimating how much I like espionage. And it's just until school ends."

"Is that how you want to spend your senior year?"

"I don't want to spend it wondering what could have been...  Do you really want to stop?"

"No," he said softly.

"Human brains don't fully develop until age twenty-five. Seven more years until I was a full person. Who the hell am I? I thought. Too old to be a real teenage, too young to drink. Old enough to die in a war, fuck grown men, and be completely confused about what I was doing with my life… I thought about the man I was waiting for, the way my eyes had been gradually opening, sincerity replacing sarcasm, the way I felt I was constantly waking up and yet slipping deeper into a beautiful dream."

"Who fixes broken people? Is it only other broken people, ones who've already been ruined? And do we need to be fixed? It was the messiness and hurt in our pasts that drove us, and that same hurt connected us at a subdermal level, the kind of scars written so deeply in your cells that you can't even see them any more, only recognize them in someone else."

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"You can call it love. Or you can call it freefall. They're pretty much the same thing."

"You can call it love. Or you can call it freefall. They're pretty much the same thing."

And as soon as it begins, it's over. Because, Maise doesn't do relationships. She never lets her true feelings get involved, never lets herself get attached.

"Yeah, I hook up with older guys. And then I leave them. Before they can leave me."

But Evan isn't a guy she can leave behind just like that. Because a few days later, on the first day of senior year, she finds out Evan is her new teacher: Mr. fucking Wilke.

And as much as they both try to deny it, neither of them is able to pretend that one summer night not so long ago, never happened.

They're unable to deny the palpable chemistry that still runs through the air whenever they're in the same room, especially when it's a classroom...

"Our gazes struck like flint and steel. And I realized that gunsmoke smell wasn't ozone. It was us. We burned."

♦ It seems wrong, but it feels so right. ♦

It's forbidden, taboo but at the same time deliberatingly exciting.



They embark on a passionate affair with a dangerous edge to it.

Because what if all they have is based on the exhilirating feeling of forbiddenness instead of rightfulness, lust instaed of love?

♦ And what happens when everything they've been trying to keep under wraps starts spiralling out of control? ♦

Unteachable is a story that will keep you on the edge of your seat the entire time you are reading it. I could not seem to put it down and ended up reading it in one day!

There were hot and sexy scenes as well as dramatic and emotional ones. This story was filled with passion, dispair, love, lust, friendship, betrayal and hope. I think the author has done an outstanding job at creating a unique, powerful story that will stay with me for a very long time and I would highly recommend everyone to give it a try. I'm already looking forward to reading much more work of this positively surprising new author!


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He touched my cheek. "Who are you?"
"Your student."
He shook his head. "No. You're the one teaching me."

"You should love something while you have it, love it fully and without reservation, even if you know you'll lose it someday. We lose everything. If you're trying to avoid loss, there's no point in taking another breath, or letting your heart beat one more time. It all ends." His fingers curl around mine. "That's all life is. Breathing in, breathing out. The space between two breaths."

"You asked why I'm here alone."

I glanced over at him. He stared right ahead.

"I see the lights every night. It seems like the whole world has figured out how to be happy, but no one's letting me in on the secret."

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"You asked why I'm here alone."

I glanced over at him. He stared right ahead.

"I see the lights every night. It seems like the whole world has figured out how to be happy, but no one's letting me in on the secret."

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"How do I make you feel?"

Alive. Real. Valuable. Whole.

"Like myself," I said. "More than I've ever been."

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"You're so alive, Maise. You're so here, so present in the moment. You've taught me that happiness is possible now, not in some distant future. You'll scale a mountain without a second thought, face your fears, throw yourself into danger, and you're not reckless but bold, proud. You have a lion's heart. You're not afraid to live."

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“Maise," he said, "I love you."

I love you, I thought (...) You made the world come alive for me and I love you, I love you, I love you. But it was so hard to get the air out my lungs, and then he kissed me, and I stopped trying.

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"Don't be afraid," Evan said. "We're in this together, hand in hand, against the world,"

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"You changed my life, Mr. Wilke."

His arms tightened around me, and he whispered back, "You changed mine."

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Thanks, Dad, for leaving a huge void in my life that Freud says has to be filled with dick.

The funny thing was that his kiss had felt like fucking me, and his fucking me felt like being kissed, everywhere, every bit of my body unbearably warm and buzzing.

"I can't hold on to you. You're like that shooting star. Just a trail of fire in my hands."

"Now I know," he said, touching me again, "why I was drawn to you. We have the same darkness inside."
"Our fucked-up parents?"
"Our lost childhood."

"Who am I to you?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "Maise or your student?"
"Both," he whispered.
I felt chills.
"Then fuck me Mr. Wilke."

“I want to fuck you in this classroom,” I said.
He exhaled slowly through his teeth.
“On this desk,” I said. “While you’re wearing your shirt and tie, and I’m wearing nothing but socks.”
He kissed me to make me stop talking.

“What’s it feel like?”
“Remember when you thought I was jumping off to kill myself?” He winced. “It’s like that,” I said. “But no one catches you. You’re just hanging over infinity.”

“What’s it feel like?”
“Remember when you thought I was jumping off to kill myself?” He winced. “It’s like that,” I said. “But no one catches you. You’re just hanging over infinity.”