Her Teacher

Chapter 7

LEXA

"Wow Echo that's rich." I say through the phone. It feels good to talk to her and just laugh but most importantly sharing my thoughts.

"I'm serious. If 'your' not so girlfriend is moody then leave her be, I'm sure this is harder on her than it is for you." she said, easy to listen than to follow. "Lexa you need to remember that if anyone finds out, you're the victim and she's the bad guy who seduced her minor student not to add the cherry on top but you are a nun. No one would listen to you, so don't go Lexa on her and just let her be." Once again Echo was right. It's been a week of her passive attitude towards me. Made everything difficult during our science projects meetings.

Hopefully next week will be different I will listen to echo and pull back on my advances and just act normal around her. I don't even know when I started to care about not talking to her.

"I know...it's just that....it's hard Echo."

I hear her giggle, she's about to say something out of it. "Huh. I'm sure it gets hard." Very classic.

Before I can scold her my door opens and granny pokes her head inside. "Come down and eat dinner its getting cold." She says. I nod at her as she leaves the door open, making sure I come down.

"I'll get back to that but I have to go."

"Alright baby, be nice." I'll try

Setting my phone on the charger, I head to the dinning-room, she has already served the table. Another awkward diner. Like always we are quiet with only the sound of our utensils clicking on the plates.

I keep catching her glancing at me it's annoying me. When I look up and find her staring I drop my folk down. "What is it granny? You keep looking at me." she smiles. Sips her water.

"It's a Friday, thought you would go out."

"Um."

"How was school?" it sucked, Clarke didn't meet my eyes once. Costia apparently laughs at my silly jokes.

"Good."

I see her eyeing me before leaning in her seat. "Okay I have had enough of your antics. What is your problem?"

Are we doing this because I've been dying to get some answers as well? "You tell me." I sit up straight, letting her know I'm not backing down. "You're the one who thinks I have a problem"

"What are you talking about?" how convincing. I won't be fooled twice.

"Grandma please, you think I'm a freak." Her eyes are caught in headlights. Mouth open like a fish. She must be a good actress.

Blinking like a butterfly. "What?"

Her denial hurts even more. I'm already shading tears. Damnit she doesn't deserve my tears, I get up unable to remain calm while sitting. "I heard you." she shakes her head. "I was twelve, my last visit here. You told mom I was a freak."

In that moment I recall wanting to go home. Unhappy with myself. I told no one, didn't want to cause any problems but since then I never wanted to see her. I needed who loved me for who I am in my life.

She's on her feet wanting to hold me but I refuse. "Lexa I didn't...I would never."

"I heard you!" we both startle at my outburst. "In your eyes I'm a freak." I whisper.

"No. you are my grandchild. I love you." she clears her throat. "Did you stick around to hear the rest?" I chuckle and turn to head to my room but her next words stop me. "She's a freak. That's what they'll call her, going public about this is not right, what if she grows up and doesn't want to be in the public eye. We can't stop people from having opinions the only thing that matters is her family," can this be true? "That's what I told your mom that day. Your father and mother were planning on telling the world about their intersex child.