It's been four days since the after school incident, and Harry hasn't been coming in after school when he should.I'm past the accident, poor kid's probably embarrassed. Stuff is probably happening back at home.
Well today, was my day off. And I had nothing to do, which is actually a good thing. Time for me to relax, actually!
I had a couple of ideas in my head, of what I could do to chill today. Working as a teacher is honestly exhausting, and a little... Annoying?? At the same time it's fun. Maybe I could go to TGI Fridays! Eat, relax, have some 'me' time!
I changed from my everyday clothing style as a teacher, and slipped on a pair of skinny blue jeans with a gray baggy knitted sweatshirt and, I wore a pair of black high heeled ankle boots. My hair was out, leaving it alone in its natural wavy locks.
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"Thank you." I thanked the waiter as I received my order. Just plain old Chicken Fingers and French fries with Mac and cheese. Smirk smirk.
I smiled, and grabbed a French fry, while I separated a chicken finger in half. I grabbed some ketchup, and put some in the corner of my plate. I'm such a kid at heart.
As I continued, to devour my meal, I heard some people at the booth right beside mine, laughing and whispering. I ignored them, and continued. Until one of them wolf whistled. I turned my head and saw some of my students.
"Ms. Parker, eating some chicken!" One foolish boy said, Freddy, as if it were the most funniest thing ever.
"Thanks for stating the obvious, Freddy." I rolled my eyes.
"So, we hear your helping our pal Harry in studies huh?" Another boy, Bernie, winks. God damn, what's wrong with all these kids winking at me?!
"Yes, I am." I nodded, while I sipped on my red bull passion.
"Oh, well ya know! Us kids need some help. If you know what I mean." One of the thee boys, Caspar, said.
"Excuse me?" I stopped eating, and gave them a dirty look.
"Well, we heard some things and we want that." Bernie licked his curved-up lips.
"What the hell are you kids talking about?" I said, as they all stood up.
"We k--"
"What's going on?" Harry came walking from nowhere.
"Oh! Harry, hey! Nothing much, just about to leave." They lied.
"Okay, well did you lads pay??" He asked them, putting his jacket on.
"Yep! Also, you think you can hook us up with this babe over here?" Caspar attempted to whisper.
"What?" I spat, standing up from my seat. God, this is the opposite of relaxing.
"Uh, what?" Harry chuckled.
"Ya know... The favors she's doing ya?"
"Um, Caspar, she's not doing anything like that, you realize that right?" Harry glared.
"You s-"
"You guys are pigs." I scoffed, at the group of boys. I left my food, walking towards the exit. Doesn't matter, I had already finished my food anyways. I walked out the restaurant and walked towards my car. Oh yeah! I fucking walked. I groaned, and walked to the end of the side walk.
"Ms. Parker!" I heard the familiar deep English voice. I decided to ignore it, probably being a dirty cheesy comment. "Aye!" He caught up to me, and grabbed my arm, turning me around.
"What do you need, Harry?" I asked, sternly and annoyed.
"Sorry." He apologized.
"For?"
"For the lads thinking about you that way." He finished. I shrugged and, stares at him with an 'are-you-done?' Face. "If it helps, you didn't pay your bill so I did it for you." He laughed. Oh shit! The bill!
"Oh, crap! I forgot! Uh, thanks Harold. I-I mean, Harry." I stuttered, forgetting he likes being called Harry instead of Harold.
"It's no problem." He smiled.
"Uh.. Well... I was supposed to relax alone all day."
"Oh, do you want me to go?" He asks. Honestly? I didn't even know. I wanted to be left alone but then at the same time I wanted to have some company. And plus, maybe this'll help Harry improve his behavior!
"Uh, no! I mean, you can join if you want." I bit my lip.
"Okay." He made this type of groany noise, that showed I had done something that he didn't like. Well shit.
"Alright, well follow me." I instructed, walking in front.-
"There's no way in hell that would happen!" I laughed even harder, wiping my tears.
"It did! The best part is that it happened like, two seconds later." He laughed along. I was enjoying the hilarious stories that Harry was telling me. He's actually a good guy.
"You're a good kid." I laughed, realizing I replaced guy with kid.
"Ms. Parker?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm only a few months younger than you. If anything, I'm a man." He smirked.
"Call me Olivia." I opened up.
"Really? That's your first name?"
"Indeed."
"Lovely first name, Olivia." For some reason, the way he said my name aloud made my heart melt and my knees go weak.
"U-uh, thanks Harry." I smiled, and looked down. I now had a feeling of butterflies in my stomach!
"No problem, miss." He smiled back.
"Hey, uh, well it's getting late." I told him, getting up. It was 9:23 pm, almost ten.
"Oh, yeah. Well uh, maybe I can stop by tomorrow too? It was fun. Unless, you don't want me to! It's fine--"
"I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled, leading him to the door.
"Alright. Well bye, Olivia." He used my first name.
"Bye." I told him, before I shut the door while he was walking away.This is weird. I'm his teacher, he's my student. This shouldn't happen.
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