Dear Ex, Your Mom Loves Me Now

Cindy's POV

My ex-boyfriend broke my heart into pieces, so I kissed his mother. It was no big deal right? I wasn't thinking straight. I could blame it on the heartbreak.

But I wasn't just kissing my ex's mother. I was kissing my principal. My role model. The woman I had always looked up to. The one I wanted to call mother-in-law.

My eyes widened when the realization hit me hard but before I could pull away, she laced her hands through my hair. Like she had been waiting for this to happen.

She tugged on my bottom lip and a soft whimper left my throat, my lips parting involuntarily. I melted into her touch as she slid her tongue into my mouth, kissing me like she had been dying to know what my lips tasted like. She moaned softly, sending shivers running through my spine as I kissed her unlike how I had kissed anyone.

Our lips moved against each other, almost like they were made to be. It was everything but perfection. Our first kiss was passionate but sloppy. I had never kissed a woman before. Not to talk of—

My principal. I was kissing my principal.

The realization suddenly coursed through me like lightning, and I pulled away immediately, my breath heavy and eyes glossy. She had a confused expression on her face when I pulled away so abruptly and my heart wouldn't stop pounding wildly in my chest.

“I'm so sorry.” I started to mutter hurriedly as I fumbled with the seatbelt. “I'm really sorry, principal.” I apologized, finally getting the seatbelt off.

“Cindy, listen to me—”

I was already out of the car, bolting to my dorm. Far away from her. Far away from her delicious lips that I wanted to kiss more.

“What have I gotten myself into?” I whispered to myself harshly, looking back occasionally to be sure she didn't follow me.

This could cause me a lot of trouble. How could I kiss my principal? A woman? What would she think of me? Would she find me disgusting? The world was unfair to queer people. And I wasn't even sure I was queer.

Why was everything falling apart?

I rushed into the dorm, collapsing on the bed with harsh sobs wracking out of me. I felt useless. Pitiful. Like a disgrace. My glasses had fallen off somewhere in the room and in anger, I flung aside the heavy medal on my neck.

What was the use of medals if all I had to my name was the title of a loser? And I just had to kiss the one woman who was off limits. What would my parents think if they saw me like this? They would be ashamed.

Maybe Peter was right.

“I'm not gay. I'm not into women. It's just the heartbreak controlling my decisions. I promise I'm not gay.” I muttered to myself over and over again but who was I kidding? The way she had grabbed my hair was everything I had ever wanted and more.

She kissed me like she was starving for me. I had enjoyed every second of it, and heaven knew that I wanted more. I wanted her to pin me against the wall and do the things her son was supposed to do—

“Fuck!” I suddenly yelled, placing my pillow over my face. I was beyond fucked.

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Days passed after the day that messed my life up and I was worse than before. I barely left my house. Barely took a bath. I didn't move from my bed as I spent all my time eating takeouts and chips while doomscrolling through social media. I couldn't check the school group chats.

Peter and Bella had decided to use me as their object of mockery and I realized it was all a bet. Peter and another group of guys had bet a huge amount of money to see if he could get me to fall in love with him. And I had fallen for his acts so foolishly.

Peter won. He got the money and didn't hesitate to tell the school how he played me because I was dumb. I cried myself to sleep every night until I ran out of tears to shed. I was the new face of mockery and meme-making. Everyone knew of my downfall.

How could I ever show my face at school again? How would the medals help me this time? And the one person who could help me, Principal Rebecca, I had been ignoring her calls since that day.

I couldn't bring myself to face her after what happened. I didn't want to know what she thought of me. I didn't want to act like nothing happened. I had crossed the line, committed a forbidden act. It was unforgivable.

My phone buzzed with a message from the school chat group and I saw someone had tagged me.

“Seems like the nerd is too ashamed to bring her four eyes to school. We miss you, nerd!”

Illiterates. If only they would focus on their studies this way as well. I exited the group chat instantly and turned my phone off, sobbing into my pillow for the tenth time today. I was tired of crying but my eyes obviously didn't care.

My heart wouldn't stop aching either.

Hours passed and it was finally dark when someone knocked on my door. I froze, not expecting anyone at this time of the night. I tried to stay silent, maybe the person would go away but the person kept knocking. Like they knew I was in here.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed myself off the bed and sucked in a sharp breath to stabilize myself. I pulled the door open just slightly to protect myself, and I saw who it was. I rushed to close the door instantly.

But I was too late. A hand reached out, stopping the door from closing as the figure stepped in and I stumbled back in shock.