My Last Request (teacherxstudent wlw)

N I N E

Dahlia's POV

The morning sunlight shined through my blinds and hit directly on my face like it does every single morning when the clock strike 6:24 in the summer. As soon as I get up I almost trip over that stupid toy, but I don't. I actually catch myself this time.

I disconnect my phone from the charger and get up. I text Marc, asking if he's going to the swimming center today. This poor boy, getting forced to join all the drama. There hadn't gone more than 10 minutes of sitting on my bed staring at the floor before he answered, yes.

I quickly get ready before storming down the stairs and saying goodbye to my dad while having Marc on speed-dial call. He didn't answer, so I just ran to school. He sometimes drives me when I'm late since his school starts 20 minutes after mine, so I just call him to give me a lift. Not today though, not the day I most need it. I have english, how great.

When I walk into the classroom, just a few minutes late, Elena is sitting in the front... with some random girl. Okay, what the fuck. We usually sit in the back to do nothing the whole lesson, now she's in the front?

I make my way to the back of the classroom. I was about to pass Elena's table, when I suddenly trip. The room filled with laughter as I hit the ground face first.

"Cut it out!" I hear a voice shout, and the room quickly fell silent. I lift my head from the floor to see Ms. Sanders walking over to me, offering me a hand. I take it and I got lifted up like I weigh nothing. I swear, this woman is John Cena in disguise.

"You have no right to trip her over, Elena. Go see the principal and trip her over instead."

I give her a genuine smile before letting go of her hand and move to the back of the class, where I take a seat. I look up from my seat to Ms. Sanders, who started writing on the board.

"Right, so, today we'll scratch all my planning and do something completely different. This will be an assignment, you have to give it to me in a week. You have to write about yourself, and I want you to make sure I can read it, so either print it out or write it in readable handwriting." she stated. "Questions?" I think people were too stressed to ask, but...

"Yes, Dahlia?" She said, and I pulled my hand back down.

"How long does it need to be?"

"Minimum one page," She said. "If it's hard to find input, I have some things to write about."

Great, she wants to know every single detail about us, but we know nothing about her.

I get out my laptop, because my handwriting is so bad, she might ask me for a printed copy if I gave her a paper with it. I start writing, and then quickly stop again, since this is harder than it looks, so I have absolutely no ideas.

I raise my hand. She locks eyes with me before she walks to the back of the room.

"I have no ideas." I simply say.

"Right, I figured you wouldn't." She hands me a paper with questions.

1. Your name, age, etc.

2. Interests/hobbies

3. Family and friends

4. Anything else that you might find important to write.

The rest of the time I basically just stared into my screen. I didn't know what to write, and I didn't want to ask Ms. Sanders about it, even though that's her job.

The bell rang, and I didn't waste any time to get up and gather my things. My mind flew all over the place like a rocket. So much is happening right now, and that's distracting me like crazy. First, we got a new teacher who turned out to be the pretty woman at the swimming center with a scaringly big attitude, then, Elena basically chose hoes before bros, last but definitely not least, the new teacher brang me home, and the next day glances my way multiple times during her lesson.

What is going on?

When I got done getting my things and putting them in my backpack, I was about to walk out of the room before I felt a hand on my arm holding me back.

I turned around to reveal a tall woman with red hair looking at me, yes, it was Ms. Sanders.

"Hi?" I murmured, surprised.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to let you know," she began, her voice soft and gentle in some way. "I'm glad we had that conversation yesterday." Her words caught me off guard, since I thought she wanted to act like it never happened. I mean, I don't exactly think it's appropriate for a teacher to invite her student home.

"Me too," I admitted, a tiny smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "It helped, alot." she nodded, a smile returning back to me.

Ms. Sanders nodded, her expression thoughtful. "If you ever need to talk to someone or just a listening ear, I'm only a phone call away."

With a final nod of acknowledgement, Ms Sanders slowly released her grip on my arm, allowing me to continue my way out the room. I basically sprinted out the room, because I could just feel my cheeks flushing a slight color of pink.

Her words echoed in my mind, a reminder of someone being there for me, and not leaving. I hope it'll stay that way.

⚜⚜⚜

After saving multiple teddy bears, diving after kids who was faking to drown, and so much more, me and Marc finally got a moment alone to talk about everything that has happened the past few days.

"What a day." Marc remarked, running a hand through his hair as he flopped down in a plastic chair beside me. I swear, these chairs are holding on by a thread.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his understatement. "Your words, not mine." I replied, sinking further into my chair, feeling the cold plastic on my legs. Usually he's always the one saying I'm overreacting with the stress of working here on a busy day, but that's just because he's used to working by the ticket entrance.

The chaos of busy days has definitely left us both physically and emotionally drained.

The silence took a hold of the situation before I opened my mouth. "So, I have news." He looked at me with interested eyes. "The hot redheaded woman with the massive attitude turned out to be my teacher."

"Uh oh, the fictional teacherxstudent books you're reading might become reality..." he joked.

"First of all, they never end well. I've only ever read one that ended well, and that had a lot of warnings about not to fall for a teacher, which I won't." I stated, while staring intensely at him.

"Sure." He began laughing. I rolled my eyes. Marc always turns serious things into jokes, but I think it's mainly because he doesn't know how to respond, he finds it awkward.

"I still think you'd make a good couple." He mumbles under his breath. I hit after him, but miss miserably.

As we keep talking, I hear the lock getting turned, and the door open seconds after. Me and Marc quickly turn our heads, since it's past closing time. God, if it's her, I might just jump into the pool doing a belly flop.

In walks a redhead in a green bikini.

A/N

Oh my god, me posting that fast after another chapter? Crazy.

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