I was setting the table and Mrs. Clark looked really nervous. So did everyone else.
I broke the silence, "Why the worried faces."
Lydia then said, "Because she's crazy. I swear if we come out of this dinner expelled and without a house, I'm burning all your clothes."
The doorbell rang and I stood up, "You know what, I'll get it. You guys...breathe. I'll go give her a small pep talk."
I went to the door and opened it. She was standing there. Her hickey was covered.
I whined, "Hey, my work." She sighed, "My secretary bought me concealer." I glanced back
"India why did I agree to this again." I shrugged, "Two free massages."
She gave me a soft nod and before she walked past I said, "Imani I don't know why but they're like, super scared of you. Lydia thinks you're going to mortgage the house or something. So can you try-" she cut me off "Try not being myself."
I smiled softly,"Try being yourself wifey. Be Imani." She smiled softly.
I pecked her lips and groaned, "That dress is so cute." She chuckled softly and we went in the house. We walked to the dining room and they were all there.
"Dr. Stewart, I'm Karl Clark. This is my wife Linda and my daughter Lydia. She was recently suspended but no need to worry about that."
She gave a soft nod, "Yes I remember."
They went to the table and we sat down. I sat next to Imani.
Mrs. Clark started, "Dr. Stewart we were-" I cut her off, "Her name is Imani."
They looked at me and I continued, "She's not Dr. Stewart, she's Imani."
She turned to me, "I prefer Dr. Stewart." I glanced at her, "What did I tell you outside." She stared at me and I sipped my drink.
She turned back to them, "India is right. I'm a guest. I don't mind if you skip the formalities." Lydia then said, "Ok, Imani, since we're skipping formalities-"
Imani glared, "But you Lydia, you must still tread lightly." Lydia got quiet and small, "I just wanted to know how you and India got close."
Mrs. Clark then added, "Yes I would like to know the same, India is a sweet girl but you gave the impression that you and your students are two completely different entities."
Imani folded her arms. She then looked at me, "You're the only person who knew I was your neighbor."
My father choked on his food.
I nodded softly, "Yeah they have no clue. I don't think they ever investigated either." Mrs. Clark looked confused
Imani then explained, "Well the way our houses are set up, my bedroom is parallel from India's and the first time we met she was creepily staring at me through the window. We talk now and then but she always seemed so soft spoken. But she's a good girl."
Lydia stopped her, "You guys talk through your windows every day." I shook my head, "Not every day."
Mrs Clark looked intrigued, "So what was the first thing India said to you when you met." I don't actually remember what I said.
"She told me I was hot." I choked on my food.
Mrs. Clark chuckled and I shook my head, "Those were not my first words."
Imani nodded, "Yes they were. I was doing my makeup at my desk. You said hi and then you said I'm hot and I didn't need makeup."
I rubbed my forehead, "I'm so sorry, I forgot about that." Mrs. Clark was giggling, "Well India is brutally honest, I'll give her that."
We spoke and then Lydia said, "It's so strange. In school you don't even seem like a person with real hobbies." I sent her a slight glare
"I do have real hobbies, I paint." I looked at her, "Can you paint me like one of your French girls."
She giggled "Shut up." I smiled.
I made her laugh.
"You two would be such a cute couple." Mrs. Clark said.
Imani then added, "India I thought you and Cedric-" I glared and she smirked, "I'm kidding, no need to kill me with your eyes."
"India I've been meaning to ask, do you have a boyfriend. You're always looking at your phone and smiling."
It got quiet. Imani sighed softly and I could see her get small
"I'm um...I don't like guys." Everyone looked at me and Lydia said "What do you mean. You only hang around guys."
I nodded softly and said, "R-right. But I will never feel that way about a man. And thats why hearing all those rumors made Imani so mad. I feel like...It was just really hard for me." Imani rubbed my back.
Mrs. Clark then added, "So if you're gay then that means Imani is your type."
Both of our eyes widened and my father said "Honey what are you saying?."
Mrs. Clark stood up and left the room. She came back with a few papers. "These were all letter India's mother sent me over the years."
My father furrowed his eyebrows, "I didn't get any letters."
Mrs Clark put on her reading glasses "Well dear that's because she was my dear friend and you were simply her baby daddy. No offense India but your father is not the reason she sent you down here."
She sent me down for Mrs. Clark.
"Right here...she said, and I quote, 'India is a go-getter. This applies to everything in life. You'll notice that when looking for a relationship, she'll reach for the hardest possible person and trust me, she'll get them.'" Imani looked at me.
Mrs Clark continued, "'This person is usually strong-willed, authoritative, and they may come off cold. But to India she sees someone worth the 'chase' as she calls it. That girl is special...'" Mrs. Clark looked up.
I was tearing up. "I'm sorry..." I said softly.
Imani rubbed my back "It's ok...I'm out of your league anyway." I chuckled softly and the rest of the table laughed. Even Lydia laughed.
It didn't take long for the mood to pick up but before I knew it dinner was over and I was walking Imani home
*Sips Holy Water*
"I actually had fun...but I still want my massages." She said whilst opening her door and I smiled
"Goodnight Imani." She clenched her jaw for a split second "Goodnight India."
I quickly added "May I get a kiss before leaving." She looked nervous and I stepped in. I closed the door.
I picked her up and pinned her on the wall "India-"
I went to her ear "Never resist the urge to kiss me again." She blushed and I kissed her. She kissed me back
I put my tongue in and swirled it around. She moaned into my mouth and I pulled back while putting my hand down her pants. We made eye contact.
"Don't watch." She whispered. I went faster "I'm watching." She released and rested on me. I kissed her forehead and put her on her couch.
I licked my fingers while she watched me. I could see that it made her hornier but I could also see her fighting it.
"Fuck...your mother was right." I giggled "Somehow she always is." She gave me a soft kiss before I left.
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