Y/n's pov
We went to his place.
How did I even manage to get here?
'Here,' he said. Placing clean clothes- an oversized black T and a pair of black shorts, on the bed. The shirt wasn't really supposed to be oversized, but it was Mr. Dale's and so were the shorts. 'You can go get a shower first, if you want to wash off his dirty hands off of your body.'
'Thank you.' I took the clothes and walked to the bathroom as he went to the living room.
After I finished showering I couldn't find my towel. 'Shit!' I whispered under my breath. 'I forgot it on the bed.' I covered myself with the clothes that he gave me, but I couldn't put them on, because I was wet. Only the front part of my body was covered. 'Bingo.' I dried myself and changed there.
My teacher came into the room. 'Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were out of the bathroom.'
'Oh, no. It's ok. I'm all dressed up.' I reassured him and he looked me up and down.
'Good. I have made some spaghetti for dinner. Do you want a bit?'
'Uhh, sure. One sec and I'll be there.'
'Great. I'll set the table.'
So, what? He can drive, teach, fight AND cook. Is there something this man isn't capable of doing at this point.
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Fiksyen RemajaLove. She had love, she was loved. But yet something was missing in her life. She never thought the missing piece would be her teacher. His love was like nothing else.
