Misbehaved

by Charleigh Rose

A secret that’s too big to shoulder. A love story that isn’t meant to be written. A script that anyone can know—from miles away—is not going to have a happy conclusion.

“Well, thanks, but I think I’ll go back to dating fictional characters. Everyone knows boys in books are better.”

I fell in love with a girl who felt like a woman and made me feel like a man instead of a ghost. I fell in love, at the beginning with an idea, in the middle with her curves, and in the end, with the whole package. I fell in love with my student, and now I am standing here, asking her to sin. Asking her to do the thing I would argue against and frown upon. Asking her to love me back.

There is no right or wrong in this world. No black and white. Remington and I live in the gray area. Logic is pointless. Gut feeling is dangerous. The only way to know whether you did the right or wrong thing is to ride it out and see it to the end.

Sometimes secrets ruin lives. But sometimes they save them.