Stay With Me

Chapter 5

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Tiffany's POV

I was in Mr. Denvor's history class right now. This is usually my favorite class ever, but today my mind is on three things.

One, Chase and how he is so rough with me, even though I'm completely innocent towards him.

Two, my mom and how she is moving all the way to California. And most important, how I didn't even say bye but she called me a fucking distraction! Tiffany, don't cry. Not now.

And three, Noah and how he is so nice to me. I felt shivers shoot up my spine just being next to him. Oh my god. Tiffany, focus on the teacher!

"Ms. Garcia." Mr. Denvor scolded to me. I snapped out of my trance and looked up to see my teacher motioning for me to go to him. I stood up from my desk and scurried to the front of the classroom. I forced a smile as I approached the teacher.

"H-hello Mr. Denvor." I stammered. "You wanted to speak with m-me?" He nodded his head with raised eyebrows as I still had on my forced smile.

"Ms. Garcia.." He started very firm. "You are usually always paying attention and copying notes in my class. Now, I know it's last period but you are usually so active. But today you are dilly dallying in space. What's up?"

What was I suppose to say? I mean, yeah he's my favorite teacher, but I'm not gonna tell him my personal life.That would be awkward. When I opened my mouth to speak, I then felt a churning feeling approach in my stomach.

"Mr. D, may I go to the bathroom? I feel sick!" I pleaded out, clentching my stomach.

"O-of course." He said with worry in his voice. I feel sick, I'm not dying. I sped out the door and down the hall until I bumped into someone along the way. Damn it! Why do I have to be so damn clumsy during the worst times?

"Oh I'm sorry-" The warm, raskly voice trailed off. The voice sounded familiar until he held out his hand to help me up off of my ass. I hesitantly took it and got to my feet. My eyes made contact with his and my lips twitched into a smile.

"Tiffany?" He said more as question than a statement. I wiped off my hips, just in case there was dust I had fell onto. I need to keep my cool.

"Noah. We needa stop meeting like this." I said, as I released a chuckle from my lips. He was so cute, I just can't take it. He's very tan, and has beautiful dark brown eyes. He has long dark brown hair that is combed down. Also, He is like 4 inches taller than me at least.

He is wearing a black v-neck Tshirt with regular jeans, not to baggy and not to tight. I guess he caught me staring with my mouth hanging open in astonishment.

"You like what you see?" He asked, his lips curved into a huge grin. I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Uh-I-I-"

He chuckled to himself. "I was just kidding." He confirmed. Bitch please. I punched his shoulder blade playfully as he yelped out from pain. I guess it didn't feel playful.

"S-sorry, Noah." I said as I looked down to my feet, kicking air. He lifted my chin with his pointer finger and gave a warm smile. He has some perfect teeth. God damn.

"Ok, you know what?" He asked, his warm breath tickling the tip of my nose. I shrugged in response. "Let's get to know each other better. We can go hangout and just learn more about each other. Does that sound like a plan?"

I was shocked. I couldn't speak. I mean, the answer was obviously gonna be yes but I pretended like I put a lot of thought into the answer. I held my head high with my pointer finger and thumb on either side of my chin to look like I was in complete thought. I finally answered him.