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And what they couldn’t, I found out through carefully crafted questions in class and with a bit of I wouldn’t call it out-right spying on him, more like stolen moments staring at him during his regular activities.
Call it what you want. I will call it stalking.
I try to ignore the pounding headache I’m getting from this awful music. I’m not going to lose Carter. This is the beginning of everything I’ve wanted, even if I must suffer through bleeding eardrums and numb legs. It’s worth it all because I’m gaining him.
So, she doesn't even like the band but she's gonna pretend because he does. Ok
Okay, almost perfect, I amend, as all the movies he suggests are plain dreadful and from decades ago. It’s a struggle not to roll my eyes when the movie he seems most enthusiastic about was made before I was even born. I keep forgetting that Carter is so much older. This is my reality check.
🙄🙄🙄🙄
“You’re also gorgeous and so sweet. You could be with anyone. Why would you want a boring, middle-aged history teacher?” Because I love you. The words scream through me. I can’t tell him that. Not yet. He would think I’m crazy, not realizing that I know him so much better than he thinks.
Oh no! Why would he think that??!! Oh yes, because of all the stalking and the lying probably
together. It hits me suddenly that for all my claims of loving Carter, I never really knew him.
No shite Sherlock
“No, you don’t love me. You’re fixated upon me. Flattering, but it’s not real feelings. I’m a crush that you kept going for far too long. You built me up to be something that I’m not. It’s not Carter McLaughlin that you want, it’s your teacher Mr. McLaughlin that has lived in your mind all these years.”
THIS
