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TIFU by confessing my feelings to my crush via text, but it went to my teacher who has the same name.

So a little context before I start this story, before yall ask why I have one of my teachers numbers saved in my phone, his name is Mr Alexander or Mr Alex for short and I have him saved in my phone as that. So the reason I have his number is because where I live is kind of rural and my place is at least 45 minutes away and it just so happens that Mr Alex lives around the corner from me. There are no bus stops out my way so he offered my parents to help out and give me a lift to school twice a week when both of my parents arent home. Obviously they agreed, so every wednesday and friday he picks me up at 7am sharp and I sit in the back seat of his car to make it to school by 7:45am. He never let me in the front for some reason.

Anyways theres this boy in one of my classes that I have had a crush on for this whole semester, I have said hey to him a few times and I feel like he seems interested in me but hasnt made it entirely obvious to me yet. And yes, you guessed it, his name is Alex aswell. He actually invited me to a party at his place for the weekend coming. I was flustered by this and didnt know what to say so my dumbass told him "ill think about it, I have other plans". I feel like I came across as such a pretentious bitch but I really didnt mean to. He said "all good" and told me to take down his number and let him know.

Fast forward to me laying in bed later that night, it was late, like almost midnight, I was half asleep but couldnt quit doze off because all I was thinking about was how much of a bitch Alex must have thought I was for blowing him off the way I did. Then I remembered he gave me his number and I figured if I just sent him a message apologising about earlier it could give me peace of mind to fall asleep. So I started typing, apologising for what I said and that I really wanted to come to his party. Before pressing send something else came over me, I deleted everything I typed and changed my message spur of the moment, I thought apologising would make me look like an idiot so instead I started writing about how attracted I am to him and how I have been crushing on him all semester.

I wrote stuff along the lines of "Every time you look over at me and smile it gives me butterflies" (I know, super cringe!!!!!) Im regretting this more and more the longer I write this story. But I needed to get this off my chest. After I finished writing the message and basically confessing my love I clicked the little add button up the top and typed "Alex" and quickly clicked the first contact that popped up and clicked send, shut off my phone and fell asleep instantly. I woke up to my Dad shaking me asking me a bunch of questions, he looked panicked and I couldnt make out what he was saying until I came to. Then it hit me. Like a train.

"What did you send to Mr Alexander last night?!"

My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. I reached for my phone and opened up the messages. I had sent that entire message to Mr Alex, I must not have realised when I was tired that I hadnt even saved Alex's number in my phone yet and clicked on my teachers name instead. Dad was pissed, and worst part was Mr Alex thought that message was intended for him. Dad made me write a letter to him that morning and apologise for my mistake. I was so embarrassed, my teacher ACTUALLY thought I confessed my love for him...ew.

Alex laughed at me after all that and I never ended up going to his party.

TL;DR: I accidentally sent my teacher a late night text message that was meant to go to my crush.

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