My Bestfriend's Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste

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Bailey's pov

Mr Malik was a very young teacher, probably in his late twenties, and was always rather not so friendly. I've heard rumors of him being a delinquent when he was our age but had changed his ways later on.

I just never figured Kristina would be into his type, especially an older man who was never approachable. And was a teacher....a teacher here.

And from what I know too, he was uncle Ryan's close friend older son. So I was sure Kristina knew of him before he started teaching here.

Kristina's shame is clear on her face and the tears resumed down her cheeks. " I-we it kind of just happened."

She took a shaky breath, her cheeks flaming with red. " One minute he was telling me about my shitty art skills when we were alone, the next-

Her cheeks redden even more and she looked away from us, her eyes darting to the table. "Well you know what happened next."

"Did it happen just this once?" Mira whispered, unsure if she wanted to know any further. I couldn't blame her, we were on a rocky boat right now.

This is far from just a screw up, he was older than her and her teacher. She was also underage.

With Kristina's silence, Mira jumps to conclusions quickly. "Did he force you? Did you not consent to it??"

Kristina looked up swiftly. "Of course not! I was the one who pushed us to, you know." She whispered with shame. "And yes, we only did it once. He felt like crap afterward and has been avoiding me like the plague. He barely looks at me during class." Her voice lowers to a soft disappointed sigh.

Mira's brows draw into a frown. "So he just took your v card and started ignoring you?"

Kristina nod sadly. " I don't blame him. If anyone were to have found out he'd be in big trouble. His life was on the line," she bit her bottom lip. "And now I think I've ruined his life further by getting pregnant."

I squeezed her hand. "Hey it's okay. It takes two to tango Kristina. You can't put the blame fully on you. Things happen you know. Have you told him?"

She snorted, pushing out a dry humorless laugh. "I have yet to even take the test to know if I actually am or not. I don't think I can tell him anything until I know for sure."

I nod, smiling at her gently. "It's going to be okay Kristy. I'm sure he'll understand."

She shook her head, her shoulders shaking as she began to cry . "What if I actually am? What am I going to do? I'm going to ruin his life. Dad's going to kill me and Justin is going to loathe me forever. I don't want him to hate me forever Bailey. I-

Justin was Mr Malik's name.

"Shhh," Mira and I whispered, trying to soothe her. It's hard when we can't even begin to imagine what she's feeling right now.

"We need to figure out a way to take the test. And when you get the results, we will help you figure out what to do from here. Take it easy Kristy, we got you and you got this." I murmured, squeezing her hand and hoping I was right about this.

If she did end up pregnant things would surely take a nasty turn. She was underage and he was a teacher. He could be put in jail and lose his job. So I understand Kristina's fear of ruining his life.

However, maybe there was some kind of way to get through this without anyone's life being ruined.

As Kristina's tears flowed down her cheeks my heart ached. She was only seventeen and had her whole life ahead of her.

"I think I have a way to get some tests." Mira suddenly chirped and pulled out her phone from her back pocket.

She gained Kristina and my attention and we looked at her in expectation. She grinned. "Ryan isn't here yet so he must still be on his way. I'll just text him to get us a few tests."

Kristina looked down shyly. "I don't want him to know the tests are for me."

Mira nodded. "I'll just say it's for one of the girls in our class. Don't worry, he won't say anything."

Her thumbs work quickly on her phone screen and I supposed she was texting Ryan. A few minutes later her brows furrowed. "He's an idiot. He thinks the tests are for me." She frowned. "Why is he getting mad?"

She turned the screen for us to read the text Ryan had sent and there were many.

My eyes widen as I read them.

Annoying Ryan: Who did you make touch you Mira?!

Annoying Ryan: Who is the bastard Mira!?

Annoying Ryan: Who the fuck did you let see what's mine?!

Annoying Ryan: That pussy belongs to me. I'll fucking kill the bastard that dared to touch mine!

I gasp at the last message he sent and Mira turned the phone back around so she could read it. She instantly turns red and flustered.