My Teacher Boyfriend

Chapter Seven

"Where are we going?" I asked Chris. "Movie and dinner. I know it doesn't sound fancy but-" i cut him off. "It's perfect" i said smiling. We began pulling into a parking lot. "I thought we were going to see a movie" I asked. "Yea it's a drive in" he said. My mouth dropped.

"Oh my gosh, I've wanted to go to one of these since I was a little kid. This is amazing" I said smiling. "Im glad you like it. I hope you like 80's movies because we're watching Heathers" he said. "I love that movie" i said.

The movie was great. Chris was great. This was just great. I loved this. Why did I have to get myself involved with Jay. I could of been happily dating Chris but now instead I'm catching feelings for someone who I shouldn't even be with. My life is crazy.

"Heather Chandler was the best looking in my opinion" said Chris. "Really? I think Veronica looked better than all three Heathers" I said.
"Nahhh"

"Let me just say Christian Slater looked amazing" I said. "I have to agree with you on that" he said. We both laughed.

When the movie was over he drove us to Red Lobster. "I'll have the shrimp linguini with the frozen strawberry lemonade" I said to the waiter. "I'll have what she's having but with a regular frozen lemonade" said Chris.

"So have you been enjoying this" he asked.
"Yea, I really have. And about last time, I'm still super sorry about that" I said. "Don't worry about it, I'll fall asleep before our next date so we'll be even" he said.

I tensed up a little about what he said. 'On our next date' ? "I didn't mean to say our next date, I just figured since this was going so well that we could have another one" he said as if reading my mind. "I think it would be better off if we went out as just friends and not dates" i said as nicely as possible. I wish we weren't having this conversation when we had at least an hour left in this restaurant.

"It's fine, I get it. But if you ever change your mind, I'll be here" he said smiling. I smiled back. "Just don't forget that you still have to show me around NYC" he said. "I didn't forget"

When we finished eating he drove me home. "Thanks, this....get together was great" I said opening the door. "Nice word choice" he said laughing. I looked at the time and it was 8 o'clock. Still early. Maybe I could start some homework I thought to myself. When I got to my door I found a rose with a note. "Im so so so so so so so sorry. I'm an idiot. Forgive me please. If you forgive me at least a little, come upstairs" read the note. I rolled my eyes but decided to go. I knocked on the door.

"Jess" he said opening the door. "You wanted to see me Mr.Trask" I said. "Are you that mad at me" he asked. "Yes, and I have a right to be" I said walking into his apartment furiously. "Yea you do have a right, I was being a jerk, and a complete idiot. I don't even know why I said that" he said.

"Why did you say that?" I asked. He shrugged and started coming closer. "I got a little jealous" he said kissing me. I pulled away. "That's not gonna make me stop being mad at you" I said. "I think it will" he said grabbing my waist. I pushed him away. "I think it won't"

My Saturday was so boring. It was already lunchtime and I was done my homework so I just wondered around my apartment not knowing what to do. I decided to go online and order some fresh furniture. Most of this stuff was from my Dad. I missed him. I realized I hardly spoke to him since I got here.

After I ordered the furniture, I decided to paint. I've had the paint all along, I was just too lazy to start it. I decided to do the living room today. I was trying to decide between lavender or yellow. Maybe yellow was too much. I threw on some old clothes, tied up my hair, and began. When I was done two walls, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and it was Jay. "What do you want?" I said. "Just wanted to see how your doing." He said. "I'm busy painting". "Can I help?" he asked. I sighed. "Sure".

He went upstairs to change and came back down. There were two walls left so we each did two. "So what color you gonna do the other rooms?" He asked. "Im gonna repaint the kitchen white cause it looks cream, and I'm gonna do my room the same color and I'll do the bathroom lavender also." i said.

"I love that your not so flashy" he says. "Don't get me wrong I do love bright colors but more for clothes and not walls" I said.

"When I was little, I used to like the color pink and my Dad thought I was gay" he said. I laughed. "Its not funny. At one point he wanted to prove he wasn't a 'homophobic' so he started buying me dolls but when he saw I didn't like them, man was he relieved." I laughed even more. "That's hilarious" i said. "My dad always tried to make me into a tom boy. He always put me in sports when I was younger but I wasn't having any of it when I got older". He smiled. "What did your mom think about it?" He asked.

I got quiet. I never really talked about my Mom but I felt a little comfortable with Jay. "My mom died when I was 6 in a car accident" I said. "Wow, I am so sorry" he said "I didn't mean to bring it up" he said. "Its fine." I said.

As we painted we talked for hours.
"So how old are you?" he asked me. "I'm twenty" I said. "Shouldn't you be eighteen?".
"Yea, I started school late and I took a gap year after high school"

"Really? What did you do?" He asked. "I traveled."
"Wish I did that." He said. "How old are you? Please don't tell me your one of those old people who look really good" i said joking. "Yea I'm actually fifty-five" he said laughing."Im kidding, I'm twenty-seven." He said.

"Seven years isn't bad" I say winking at him. He laughs.

"Thanks for helping me paint" I say planting a soft kiss on his lips. As I back away he pulls me back by my waist "Anytime".