[COMPLETE] Cora Bailey's eyes were once met with a husky green eyed man, thinking nothing of it. Until he showed up as the new teacher at her school, making things incredibly awkward. But soon enough, they couldn't get enough of each other.
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Cora Bailey
My phone buzzes on my lap as I drive home. I know you're not supposed to, but I looked at my phone, flicking my eyes to the message.
Harry: hey, can we talk?
I freeze and keep my eyes on the road, swallowing. What would he want to talk about?
I wait until I get home to answer, considering I was only around the corner. When I pull into my small flat, I open the message.
Me: hey
Harry: um, this is so weird
Me: why? because i'm your student and your messaging me about god knows what?
Harry: yes. yes that is correct.
Me: whatever it is, i probably want it too...
Harry: wait...really?
Me: maybe...?
Harry: depends what you want, i was gonna ask if we could talk
Me: i think we need to again
Harry: about what?
Me: us, harry you know what about as well
Harry: can we meet up? not like that, just to talk?
Me: that's risky
Harry: it's not something I want to talk about over text
Me: I'm kidding, yours?
Harry: yeah, if that's not risky
Me: it shouldn't be
He sends a message with his address and it was actually quiet close. I sigh and turn my car on and drive to his house, it was only about a 10 minute drive.
I park my car near his house and take my phone and keys. Do you ever feel awkward walking up to someone's house? I do.
His house was big, white and modern. It was a two story with a balcony and lots of windows, I could see into his room on the top with the balcony. Pillars holding it up with the front door underneath it.
This is his house?
God he must be rich. I swallow and walk up to the door, before I could even knock, he opens the door. I blink in startle and he folds his lips in a line to stop himself from laughing. "How did you know I was here?" I ask, fixing my brown hair.
He holds his phone out and I could see me in it.
"Security system," he shrugs, putting his phone back. He's rich, like dirty rich. He stands out the way and I step in, his house was followed down a hallway, spiral stairs at the end of the house. "I'll show you around," he says softly.
