After getting enough rest, I decided to head back to class with Lina as I didn't want to miss out on lessons. The day went by slower than usual and I couldn't wait for school to end. The only thing on my mind was the confusion about how I was going to apologize to Mr reeves. What do I tell him?
Soon, the bell rang and school was finally over. I quickly packed my bags and jumped out of my seat; but before I could leave the classroom, Lina ran to me.
"Where are you going?" She asked with a suspicious tone.
I had to quickly come up with a lie as Lina had no clue about what had happened earlier on in the sickbay between me and Mr Reeves. And I wasn't planning on telling her.
"Oh...Erm, I'm just going to the washroom haha!" I replied with a nervous chuckle.
"Oh okay, I can wait!" She replied.
Sweat trickled down my face...
"Oh no, it's fine. Really...You should head back home as it'll take some time haha" I replied, PRAYING that she would listen and leave ahead without me.Lina stared at me with a raised eyebrow for a second.
PLEASE SAY OKAY I thought to myself.
"Okay then see you tomorrow Ava..." she replied.
I almost squealed. Thank god...
"See ya tomorrow Lina!" I replied while waving goodbye to her.Once Lina was out of sight, I bolted out of the classroom to find Mr Reeves. I didn't know where he was. But, I had one solid clue. Wherever Mr reeves was, Ms Angela would be there too...
Thus, I looked around to see if Miss Angela was anywhere in sight.To my luck, I saw Ms Angela come out of the history classroom with a BIG wide smile. I immediately knew the reason behind her smile. Mr reeves was in that classroom.
I made a run to the History classroom and knocked on the door once I saw Mr Reeves inside.
"Come in" he replied without even looking up to see who was at the door. He was so busy and focused on marking test papers. I slowly stepped into the classroom and awkwardly stood in front of his desk. My hands were shaky. I inhaled and exhaled to calm myself down.
"Mr Reeves, about just now...I'm really sorry...I didn't mean any of those words I said. I hope you forgive-"
"When?" He replied, cutting me off from finishing my apology.
What does he mean by 'when'? I was so confused and lost. I was internally panicking.
"What...?" I replied with a confused tone.
"When are you free?" He asked without looking at me. He was still so focused on marking papers.
"Why? Erm, I'm free almost every day except Wednesday" I replied.
Why was he asking me when I was free!? My heart started beating rapidly.
"Alright I'll see you on Mondays and Thursdays for private math lessons Ava" He replied.
"That means you forgive me right!? Thank you so so much Mr reeves!" I replied in excitement.
He silently placed a paper on the desk and tapped his pen on it. I didn't ask what the paper was for as he was busy marking papers. I didn't want to annoy him with too many questions.
I didn't know what he wanted me to write... maybe he wanted me to express how thankful I was? I took the piece of paper and wrote "Thank you!" On it and kept it back on the desk.
Just as I was about to leave,
"What is this Miss Ava?" Mr Reeves asked."Oh erm I didn't know what you wanted me to write..."
"Your number." He replied. My jaw dropped. My cheeks turned red. What was I thinking? Why did I write 'thank you' on the piece of paper like an idiot?
"OH RIGHT! Sorry" I almost yelled. Mr Reeves let out a small chuckle and shook his head as if he was in disbelief. I quickly took the piece of paper, wrote my number down quickly, and RAN for the exit. Mr Reeves probably thought I was the dumbest person ever...but I was glad I managed to apologize.
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silly Ava... at least she managed to make Mr Reeves laugh! Thank you for reading! stay tuned for chapter 5! lots of love~
xoxo,
bbileon:))
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Mr Reeves (keanu reeves)
Roman d'amour✧˚ · . When the perfect innocent girl starts falling for her irresistible math teacher Mr Reeves. Little does she know he tries his hardest to resist her✧˚ *mature* TW: Eating disorder