I'll be your mirror (wlw, teacherxstudent)

chapter 3

First day of grade twelve. How exciting it is! I get to meet my awesome teachers. Hang out with my friends. The teachers of this school are truly a blessing. Atleast, they were last year. Hopefully, I'll still have a few of the same ones. Especially, one in particular.

I change into my outfit which I picked aside yesterday. It's a simple one, just a simple black top with white sweatpants.

My hair has a mind of it's own, sometimes it's straight, sometimes it's a little curly. Wavy hair problems. Thankfully, today, they're looking good, not too bad.

Lara sends me a text saying: You ready?
I click a mirror selfie and send her the picture. To which her reply was 'Hot'.

With a grin on my face, I go downstairs taking my bagpack and my dupe of the folklore cardigan. The one thing that I still haven't still got used to here, is the cold. It's too chilly for me. I can't go out without a jacket or a hoodie.

"Goodmorning kaka, kaku!" I greet pulling them in for hugs.

"Goodmorning, baccha." Kaka replies ruffling my hair.

"Ayy don't do that! You know how messy they get." I huff getting away from him. Kaka mumbles a sorry and I feel a little bad for being annoyed with him.

"Oh who cares, you look pretty even with messy hair." Kaku winks and I roll my eyes playfully at her, nonetheless saying a thank you.

"I'll be going. Take care, darling." Kaka gives kaku a kiss on the lips, which takes me aback everytime. We didn't really engage much in pda in India. Holding hands, hugging was common. But kissing, that's a no no in public. Definitely wouldn't do it in front of family or I'll be smacked. The concept wasn't unknown to me, I used to watch it in Hollywood movies, I didn't think it would be actually done in real life though. That was, until I arrived here.

"Be good." He tells me raising his eyebrows.

"I'm a good girl, you know me. Go now, your boss must be waiting for his favourite employee."

He groans, "Don't remind me."
I pass him a folded note which reads: 'you're doing great, just breathe. All the best, kaka.'

"Open it at lunch, not before that, alright?" He told us yesterday that he has a meeting after lunch so I thought this would cheer him up a little.

"Alright, baccha."

Soon after kaka leaves for his office, the bell rings and I rush to the door to greet Lara tackling her in a hug. "Hi!"

"Someone's extra excited today. Hmm, I wonder why." She says acting as if she has no idea why. She jumps around me, repeating our teachers name. I hit her arm and tell her to shut up in front of my relatives. "Ow, you could've told me nicely."

"Lara come, I've made something new for you to try today. I think you'll like it." Kaku says letting her in.

"Wait what? How do I not know about this?" I follow them with a pout. Sometimes I think she loves Lara more than her own niece.

"You've ate this too much. It's new for Lara na, don't be jealous now."

"Haha yeah don't be jealous now, Maya." I glare at Lara crossing my arms over my chest.

Oh my God. And she made gulab jamun, those are my favourite! She should've let me taste it before, not fair.

"Yum! What's this?" Lara moans with her mouth full of the sweet.

"Gulab jamun. And you shouldn't talk when you have food stuffed in your mouth." I comment giving her a side eye.

"Oh Maya, don't be down, have some." Kaku holds out the spoon with the gulab jamun for me. I smile going to her but before I can eat, Lara puts her mouth around it looking at me with a sly grin.

"You bitch!" I run behind her tackling her onto the couch.

"Language!"

"Sorry, kaku." I give her a quick sympathetic look then continue my chase.

After our laughter died down, I did get to taste a few of the gulab jamuns. With a quick kiss on the cheek from Kaku, I went out to Lara's parked bike. It's quite a beaut. A black customised motorcycle with navy blue prints on it. It's expensive but that was expected as Lara's from a wealthy family. Her family owns a chain of fancy restaurants across America. They also have other successful businesses but the restaurants are the major ones.

What impresses me more is that she bought the bike with her own money, that she earned from her first job in an icecream parlour. Yes, the Icecream Patch. That's where we met for the first time. After talking, we realised I'd be going to the same school she studies in. After that, we were unseperable. She worked for a year there, also part timed in a couple other restaurants to buy her motorcycle. I'm quiet proud of her for that.

She starts the engine, making me jump closer to her. "Relax." She whispers putting her helmet on. I put my hands around her waist holding her tighter as we set off.

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"Ready to meet your wife again?" Kiara asks bumping my shoulder.

I sigh bumping hers again, "She's our teacher. Plus I'm not even sure if she remembers me."

"Ofcourse she remembers you. She taught us English, graded our papers. And you, babes, you have a face that is magnificent. Just look at them." Lara glances at the boys who were staring at us. They lowered their gazes when I glanced at them. Good, go away.

"Pretty privilege is real and you have it. Use it for good, charm your woman."

"Oh I wish, but she isn't my woman. And she probably doesn't even remember my name. Even if she did, there are high chances that she's straight and already dating someone."

"Why do you always have to put yourself down?" Kiara groans looping her arm in mine.

"I'd like to think, I'm being realistic."

Sitting down on our seats, Lara mumbles, "Come on, it's English, please be her."

I laugh at her and tell her she's being unrealistic. But secretly I do wish we have her again.

"May! How was your holiday?" An annoying voice disturbs my peace. Ofcourse, he'll be here.

"Philip, hey. It was good." I say dryly not bothered to ask about his. He sits directly behind my seat, leaning forward to whisper in my ear, "You look beautiful today."

"Why is he even trying?" Kiara whispers so just I can hear her.

"He's dumb." I've rejected that guy a million times, still he used to try to charm me everyday last year every fucking day. I hoped this year would be different, I was wrong.

I don't want to handle his drama. I can't even say anything harsh to him because guess what, he's Thea's step brother and her only brother, who she loves so dearly. What a small world.

I ignore his presence checking my WhatsApp to find missed calls from my parents. I quickly message them, 'so sorry. I'm in class. I'll call later.'

"All is well." I whisper exhaling.

"Goodmorning!" I hear a melodic voice call. Lifting my gaze, I immediately let my eyes take her appearance in. She's wearing a pink silk blouse with a black pencil skirt that hugs her curves perfectly. Ginger curls rest freely on her shoulders and freckles adorn her beautiful face.

Her green eyes lock to my dark brown ones and I see her smile at me. Am I in a dream?