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As the day progressed, Rachel's paranoia regarding Adam potentially having an affair had grown significantly. Every single bit of eye contact he made with another woman - she questioned. Every brief touch - she questioned. It was driving her well and truly insane. She knew that something had to change, but she didn't want to interrogate him about it, and risk accusing him of something he is innocent of. That would be far too damaging. She knew it was a risk, but she decided she needed to work out his phone password and fast. Time to do some digging.
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Vicki Macdonald was struggling to say the least. Looking after her father with chronic arthritis and then dragging herself in to school was rough. However, despite her general grogginess - she still looked forward to Mr Mead's science lessons. Attractive and charming; if Mr Mead wasn't a teacher she was sure they would have been an item long ago. Still, a bit of flirting couldn't do any harm, eh? Besides, she was currently revelling in the fact he's giving her extra tuition - all of the other girls are rolling around in jealousy. Vicki was counting down the hours until the end of the day. Two hours and seventeen minutes till she could grab herself some quality time with Mr Mead. Or Christopher, as she likes to call him.
Those two hours and seventeen minutes had dragged by for Vicki, but now was her chance. She was in her element as she made her way into Christopher Mead's class room.
"Hi sir. You okay?" Vicki asked, slowly moving closer to Mr Mead.
"Yeh I'm good thanks Vicki. Are there any topics in particular you feel like you need to revise for the test tomorrow?"
"Erm, titrations, definitely titrations. Oh to be fair sir, just everything. Feel like I've been slipping behind a lot recently. Had a lot of distractions."
"I'm sure we can get that sorted soon enough. You got your revision guide on you?"
"Oh no - sorry sir, I left it at home."
"No worried Vicki, I've got a few spares in the cupboard. Give me two seconds."
Mr Mead turned around and headed for the cupboard. Vicki saw an opportunity she couldn't let go to waste. So watching him enter the cupboard, she ran towards it and closed the door behind her as efficiently as possible.
"Vicki? What are you doing?"
"I know you want me Mr Mead," Vicki said, inappropriately inching that bit closer to her teacher.
Christopher Mead had no opportunity to pull away and before he knew it, Vicki had planted a kiss on his lips. To his surprise, it felt good, and despite all the alarm bells ringing around in his head and the voice screaming at him to stop - he deepened the kiss. She was 18 after all right?
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Immediately after the intimate encounter with Vicki in the science storeroom - Mr Mead felt a deep sense of regret and sickness washed over him like a tsunami. How the hell was he going to get out of this one? It was driving him mad already, eating away at him. He didn't think he could last everyday for the rest of his career knowing what he had done. What a mess he had gotten himself into.
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Rachel had mastered Adam's phone password. It was his birthday - as simple as that. Who would've thought? Adam was currently asleep on their sofa, snoring profusely - now was her opportunity to find out if her suspicions were correct. Sneaking across the room, careful not to stand on any areas of the floor she knew creaked, Rachel reached out for his phone which was perched on the coffee table. She winced massively as she lost grip on the phone and it fell to the floor, Rachel glanced across at Adam, half expecting to see him wide awake - but she was relieved to see she hadn't woken him.
Once in the safety of their bedroom, she typed in the five numbers. With every number, her anxiety heightened, and she actually wondered if it would be better to not know. No, she shook herself out of it, not knowing is the worst possible outcome here. At first glance, she couldn't see anything suspicious. But then she saw it. The ominous 'R'. Why would he save someone's name as just 'R'? She even thought that it might of been her, but as she clicked on the conversation history, she realised that she hadn't sent a single one of those messages…
R: You have to tell her, before the wedding. Otherwise we are done Adam. Please do it for me x
Adam: I know, I'm sorry. I just haven't found the best time. I don't want to hurt her feelings x
Rachel felt as if someone was gradually pulling her world apart bit by bit. 'Her'. As if she was just an object to him. An object to just throw away like a piece of rubbish. Rachel thought that she meant a lot more than that to Adam. Initially, she thought that she had never felt pain like this. But then she remembered. How could she ever forget? This time last year, she managed to break her own heart by pushing away the love of her life. Eddie Lawson. Sometimes she wished that she could be more selfish. Oh how she longed for Eddie to be there to comfort her now. But he wasn't. He never would be. So the floodgates opened and the tears began to fall erratically, cleansing Rachel's red cheeks. Washing away any love she had for Adam. How could she love someone that was cheating on her? Despite her pain, she still couldn't help but wonder - who the hell is 'R'? She had to work it out, even if it killed her.
