A/N I hope people enjoy this story.

I have a boyfriend.

He's not my first. I've had one before him, but he feels different then my first.

Even though I'm only a Junior in high school I feel like he's different, wait scratch that he is different.

Even though I'm only seventeen I think I have fallen in love with him.

I love the way his brown hair falls into his eyes. The way his green eyes twinkle when he smiles, especially when he smiles at me. He's extremely handsome, at least he is in my eyes. Of course it isn't all about his looks though, he's charming, he's extraordinarily sweet, and he's just wonderful all over. Yes he sounds perfect, and he is for me, but our relationship is far from perfect.

Our relationship is…complicated, for lack of a better word. I mean yes we both love each other but it's like Titanic or Romeo and Juliet with the whole forbidden love thing going on. And it's not like our families are trying to keep us apart, in fact no one, and I mean no one, knows about this relationship.

We have this thing where we have to sneak around. I'll meet him after school in a classroom, which is different every day, he tells me which classroom to meet him in and what time to meet him. It's usually quite a bit after school so there's really no one there but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Honestly the sneaking around and the fact that no one can know about us makes this relationship a thrill and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Today he greets me the same way he always does when ever I come into the room. Shutting the door behind me, taking my bags and putting them down on one of the desks in the room while I walk towards the teachers desk. He meets me there. I stand with my back to the desk, he stands in front of me.

"Hey," He says before I kiss him.

He always has some hesitation when I first kiss him, he doesn't like this hidden relationship, but after a few seconds his weariness seems to wear off. He lifts me up onto the desk so I'm not standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. He starts out with both his hands in my hair. My hands are around his neck. Before too long he has one hand on my lower back and one hand supporting my head.

"Tell me when to stop," He said as he lowered me onto the desk so I'm laying on my back. He always says this to me and whenever I tell him to stop he does and I pack up my things and I leave. Though lately I've been going a bit farther and farther before telling him to stop.

And hour later I leave the room. This time we allowed our selves to go all the way. A bit hesitant I might add, but we did.

We'll probably do this again tomorrow and the next day and the day after that until one of us ends it or until we get caught. After telling you this I have one thing to ask, please don't tell anyone…

He's my history teacher.

So what did you think of this story? Did you love it? or did you hate it? I would love to know what you thought about it.

I've been wanting to write a story on this topic for a while but I just now got the insperation to actually write it.

Also I DO NOT AGREE WITH THIS! I don't know why I wanted to write a story on this topic but I did. I think your not going to get anywhere with this sort of behavior and if you were caught then you are in trouble.

No this is not a true story again I just wanted to write this story.

So again please tell me what you thought about this story. :)