Sweet Texan Melody (Completed.)

Chapter 2

"Is he hot?" Asked one of my friends, her name is Rose.

I nearly choked on my orange juice when she asked that.

"I haven't seen him." I answered.

"He's probably an old man." Said Janis, she was my other friend.

"You never know, what if he's an attractive man?" Teased Mary.

They are my three odd friends, and together we are four. We need each other to survive this hell of a school.

I rolled my eyes at her comment, "I don't think so, but I'll see him today."
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I laughed at the joke Mary told me, and I laughed hard.

The teacher darted a look at me and stood up from her chair, "Miss. Marianne Angeli!"

I sat up and looked at her, not again.

"You'll stay after school to clean the classroom and bang the erasers." She yelled.

"But I gotta get home early!" I said, "I can't be late!"

"Well, maybe next time you'll think better before interrupting my class." She said, giving a sarcastic smile.

I slouched on my chair and she continued her class.
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"Miss. Angeli" a voice interrupted my thoughts as I cleaned the board.

I turned around and found the clumsy school secretary standing by the door.

"Yes?" I said, putting the small towel on the desk.

"Your father called and said that Mr. Nesmith will be picking you up." She said, giving a small smile before leaving.

Mr. Nesmith? Who the heck is he?

I tied my hair in a ponytail before getting my books and walking out of the room. I walked to my locker and slid inside the things I wouldn't be needing.

I walked back to the classroom and began to bang the erasers, my hand were soon covered with white. I tried dust it off by running my hands through my skirt, but the skirt was then covered with a bit of white. I let out a sigh as I leaned on the wall and sat down on the floor. 

How great. Pathetic. My life could not get any better, huh? Mother, I hope you can hear me. Things were a lot better when you were around, y'know? I love father, but he's busy with his job and he's rarely home. We never talk about you, my father always tries to avoid talking about you. He really loves you, still. As you can see, I'm a mess right now. To top it off, a man I don't know will be taking me to his house. Well, I just know that his name is Michael and that he's my piano teacher. Father must trust him a lot.

My thoughts were interrupted by the clumsy secretary, "Miss Marianne, Mr. Nesmith is waiting for you."

I stood up and lazily walked to my desk, pulling out a few books and journals.

At least the room is clean.

I followed the secretary into the office and that is were I saw him.

He looked over at me. He had a serious face expression, and he looked bored. His hip remained cocked to the side; cool indifference mixed with a hint of unbridled sexuality.

Holy....he /was/ that guy! He looks different, much older now and his sideburns.....woah. Look at his eyes, he was dark brown eyes.

I snapped out of my thoughts when he spoke.

"C'mon kid." He said, he was aloof.
I followed him without saying anything.

I hugged my books tightly and tried to avoid eye contact with this man. He looked over at me and then at my skirt, which was knee length.

"Banging erasers?" He asked, a small smirk appeared on his lips. I could feel my cheeks turn into a light shade of pink, how embarrassing.

"Does my father know that I'm in trouble?" I asked.

"Not if I tell him." He replied.

"Does that mean he doesn't know? You wouldn't tell him, right?" I asked, trying to catch up to his fast walking.

He opened the door for me, "Your secret is safe with me, kid." He replied, his face expressions were still serious.

I walked out of the school and he followed behind, I could feel a look on me. I stopped and waited until he was walking in front of me. I followed him and he opened the door to his '67 Chevy, I stepped in the passenger seat and thanked him for his gentleman ways. He walked to the other side and got it, starting up the engine and beginning to drive.