How to Get Caught Sleeping With Your Teacher

Chapter 10 - Soteria

I woke up to the sun shining all too excitedly through my window, something the town hadn't seen in a while. Groggily looking around, I found that I wasn't in the basement at all, as the basement didn't have windows. I slowly recognized the soft sandalwood smelling room as my own bedroom. I peered over to my night table, with my alarm clock sitting idle on it's surface next to As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner and a water bottle sheltered by the lamp shade hovering over it.

The alarm clock graciously read 7:18 AM, much to my delight. I didn't like sleeping in to be honest, because it always made me feel like I'd wasted the day away. I stumbled downstairs to find a extraordinary and somewhat confounding sight. A shirtless Micky was hovering over the stove, swaying his hips back and forth as "Good Life" by OneRepublic played in the background.

I snuck up to the island and pulled myself over top of one of the barstools and waited patiently for him to turn around. He kneeled down to grab something out of one of the lower cabinets, and as he did so I got a peek of the eggs and french toast he was cooking on the stove.

He quickly shot up and was faced my direction with a glock 43 aimed steadily at me. Once he realized it was me sitting before him, he promptly lowered it and set it down on the light granite counter-top.

"Is that really necessary?" I asked as I rolled my eyes slightly.

"I know, I know, I'm a paranoid freak; but that's exactly why you shouldn't sneak up on me." He argued, turning back around to tend to the eggs.

"How did you even hear me?" 

"With my ears." He retorted, and I could feel his snarky grin through the back of his head.

"Yeah, okay smart-ass." I hissed back as I stood and walked over to the fridge and grabbed a carton of pineapple-guava juice. "Do you need more coffee?" I asked as I poured myself a mug of juice.

"Yeah, actually that'd be great. Thanks." He responded. I shoved the carton back in the fridge and walked over to the coffee machine.

"Did you carry me to my room last night?" I asked curiously, wondering if he carried me or if I subconsciously walked up to my room.

"Yeah. You were out thirty minutes into the movie and slept all the way through the night. I checked on you a couple times to see if you were awake, cause I didn't know if you were hungry; but you didn't budge. I figured I'd just let you sleep."

"You carried me all the way from the basement to my room?" I asked.

"Yes. You slept through two whole flights of stairs." He added. Micky finished cooking the food and we sat down to eat like a normal family, even though we both knew we were far from a normal family. After we finished breakfast I helped him clean up the dishes. I took a quick shower while Micky packed for his business trip.

When I got out, I brushed through my thick curls and threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a shirt with a green flannel draped over it. After Micky finished packing, he drove us the store where we did two hours worth of grocery shopping. I was usually the one who made dinner, because Micky didn't cook much. When he did cook, it was always breakfast foods.

On the car ride home, he announced that his friend would arrive later that evening and stay the night, because he would be leaving early the next morning. I sighed, knowing that I would have to deal with a babysitter for at least the next week. I hoped whoever it was wouldn't be overly paranoid like most of Micky's 'friends.'

Around five o'clock the doorbell rang. Micky jumped up from his seat, knowing  exactly who it would be. I couldn't see into the foyer from where I was sitting, but I heard Micky give them a hug and a warm greeting. He walked into the living room, and much to my surprise, there was a woman trailing behind him. I hadn't expected Micky's friend to be female.

Micky's friend came around five o'clock that afternoon. She had obvious South American heritage, even before she introduced herself with an accent as Gloria Braga. Gloria had extremely long and thin legs, giving her about an inch on Micky's height. She had thick medium brown hair that waved into it's own pattern. Dressed in a tight fitting black leather jacket and skinny jeans that showed off her form well, she had a skulking walk that gave her the presence of a panther. She, like Micky, had an intimidating look about her as well. Gloria reminded me of Lara Croft from Tomb Raider.

After introducing her to our dogs, Micky and Gloria went off on a tour around the house, but I'm almost sure he was showing her the security systems in place. I began preparing dinner, with plans to make stir-fry. After washing off the various vegetables, I began cutting the broccoli into florets.

Gloria walked in, stripped of her leather jacket from earlier, now wearing a red camisole. I smiled up at her when she appeared through the archway. 

"Where's Micky?" I asked curiously.

"He had to take a phone call. Is there anything I can help with?" She asked in a friendly tone. Gloria seemed nice enough, but I still didn't enjoy the idea of her intruding.

I looked around. "Can you julienne peppers?" I asked, looking back up to meet her eyes.

"I'm Brazilian, of course I can." She said, causing me to laugh. Gloria walked over to the sink and quickly washed her hands before I pulled out another knife and handed it to her. 

A couple minutes passed and we were cutting the vegetables up together. "I know you're upset that I'm invading your privacy, but I promise i'll try and be as unnoticeable as I can." She spoke with her accent heavy.

I hesitated before speaking. "No it's not you that upsets me. It's just irritating sometimes when Micky doesn't put as much faith in me as I deserve. I guess I just feel like he thinks I'm irresponsible." I admitted.

"He knows you're not irresponsible. He's just..." She paused, thinking of how to word what she was about to say in English, as it obviously wasn't her first language. "He wants to make sure you're protected, at all times. He cares about you so much..." She trailed off.

"I know he does. It's just hard to deal with how protective he is sometimes. But anyway, how do you and Micky know each other?" I asked, really asking if she and Micky were romantic. I'd never really seen Micky bring girls around, but I also knew he wasn't the romantic type.

"We..." She trailed off, and I knew that meant one thing. "Bumped uglies a while ago..." She added, blushing. "We've been friends ever since." I almost burst out laughing at her use of the terminology referencing sex.

Gloria helped me finish preparing dinner and once Micky returned from his long phone call he helped as well. I stopped questioning Micky's random vague phone calls a long while ago. Gloria retired to her place in the guest bedroom before Micky and I did. Micky was the last one up, even though he had to get up early. For some reason Micky had always needed very little sleep, and it baffled me; like many other things about Micky.