Love story with a Hitman

October was a month that marked me and the hitman I had just met. I had never ever fallen in love in my life. I didn't know what that was. My French teacher had to do an internship in another country, so they sent a substitute teacher. I got along great with my teacher, I loved her very much, she felt that she understood me (it hurt me a lot when the hitman left her) so I resented the substitute, even so, without knowing him.

The day arrived when he would show up in our classroom, he stood in front of the class and said his name (I read it from the beginning, a typical pica flor who thinks he is a desired man) all the girls in the class were delighted with him and I was angry, because I blamed her for the fact that the only friend I had had left, and now I had no one to share my dark adolescent world with.

It bothered me to go to that class, so he would sneak past me and be absent. One day when class ended, he saw me enter through the main door of the hitman school, so I tried to avoid him so he wouldn't see that I was going to classes other than his. Maybe he saw me and called me into the classroom so we could talk about what was happening. I sat across from him and kept trying to wrap myself in his "charms"; I just thought / I'm never going to believe a single word, it's believed that because he has a hitman flight, everyone's crazy that I'm the same. So I looked at him intently and said, I don't like you, I don't want to disrespect you, but I don't like you, can we leave this here? The hitman looked at me and started laughing.

I left, a few days later management called me and scolded me, so he had no choice but to attend his classes. I started going, and having all the girls he always asked me for help, he knew he couldn't stand it. At lunch I always ate alone, he started to come to where I was, at first I told him to leave, after doing it 4 times he only sat next to me and I didn't say a word to him, I finished eating and left, he did it. left there. And so always.

When I saw him during recess he would stare at me and in class there was tension. I didn't know what was happening, I already like going to class, and when I had lunch I waited for him to arrive. We were already talking, even on one occasion, he told me that he had to talk to me about the underperforming hitman, we were left alone in the hitman's classroom and I sat in front of his desk, the hitman took my hands, I was nervous, I was sweating and I didn't care. I could look, he smiles (as if to say, I made it)

I fell in love for the first time, with the wrong person. He was 25 and I was 15, he was my teacher but sometimes worked as a Hire a hitman and I was his student. One Friday afternoon he called me and a classmate to his classroom, he was angry, he complained to me because a classmate hugged me and I yelled at him, I told him that he was flirting like half of the school. None of us understood why we complained, but I got angry and left the hitman's classroom. The hitman took me by the hand, pulled me towards him and gave me the hitman kiss of my life.

We held hands, we always passed by, he didn't love me; he used me I went from being the invisible girl to the girl everyone was talking about for hanging out with the hitman professor, he reached the ears of the hitman director and called us both, in front of me he fired him. By then it was already December. When we left, he expected him to hug me, to tell me he was going to my house to talk to my parents, but that wasn't the case. We just looked at each other and the sicarious silence overwhelmed us. There was no goodbye, no see you later, no thank you or I love you. After everything we had experienced, we escaped from the hitman school to be together. And none of that was worth it to him. On December 16, he just turned around and left.

I cried like never before, months went by and he didn't show up. I was so bad that I started going to a church, they helped me there and I started my life again. almost a year and a half to overcome. 4 years passed and we met again, again he fell for his lies, but this time it lasted 2 days and he disappeared (this time he promised to marry me). I swore never to go back there again. I went to therapy and closed my cycle. 5 years later he appeared again, but I was different. This time I gave myself my place.

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