Private Tutor (Teacher, Golden Freddy X Student reader)

Chapter two. Smart and brave

(Shade P.O.V)
I watched (Y/N) closely, she was right about not needing a tutor. Completely different from her mother she was definitely a strong headed girl. I couldn't help but want to tease her, break her strong front. I watched amused as she glared at me from her seat in the front of the room. Boys tried to size up to me, and girls Fangirled. It wasn't boring but it wasn't fun either. Her ideas for the festival sounded great. Suddenly, a boy went up to her and hugged her. She smiled brightly and he kissed her hand. Her face turned a light shade of pink and I grew a little jealous. That was the face she should have made when she looked at me. I didn't have a thing for her but every other girl I've seen, practically melts at my charms. She laughed at something he said and grabbed her bag. She walked over to me and frowned before walking past me out the door. I was confused and I looked behind me to watch her get in the elevator and watched the door close. I tried to move away from the group of teens but failed.

About 15 minutes later, I was driving around trying to find (Y/N). I guess she got tired of waiting for me and walked home. I sighed lightly when I caught sight of her about 6 blocks away from the school. Damn could this girl move. I drive up to her and stopped the car. She stopped and glanced at me from the corner of her eye and sighed. We didn't say anything as she walked around the front of my car and got in on the other side. Even then the car was filled with a awkward silence. I wanted to break the silence so I glanced at her and mumbled. "You seem pretty friendly with that boy at the meeting."
"He's an ex." She said matter-of-factly
"Really?" I was surprised.
"Yes. Don't sound so surprised next time. It makes you twice as annoying then before." She stated coldly
"Damn, are you sure your not some ice queen or something? Your pretty damn cold." I frowned
"Live my life and you'll understand..." She stopped talking all together.
I knew I hit a nerve but, I just wanted to understand my student better. I've always gotten to know the kids I taught and I didn't want this to be any different. I tried to hit up another conversation. "What does you class plan on doing for this festival?" I questioned
She shrugged and mumbled. "Probably another cosplay cafè."
"What!? A cosplay Cafè!"
She nods and turns to me. "It's one of the most popular events at the festival, boys and girls from every school always show up there. The boys like to flirt and the girls enjoy the cute outfits we put together." She looked away again. "It's the only thing I really enjoy."
I chuckle and I could see her glare at me through the window. "So what do you cosplay as?"
She shrugged and opened the car door as we pulled into the driveway. Her mothers car was still gone, and tactually I could go home. I thought about it for a minute when she spoke up. "If you not gonna leave, then come inside and I'll make dinner and coffee." I smiled and exited my car.
I followed her inside and she put her bag up on the living room table. She pulled out a binder and handed it to me. She didn't say anything but her eyes said. 'You can look at these and see if you like what's in it.' She then headed for the kitchen. I looked at the binder and opened it up. Inside laid paper after paper of beautifully drawn outfits. Next to each one were different measurements and sizes. It was like each outfit was specially made for each person who was supposed to wear it. The clothes raged from Halloween like costumes to elegant dresses. The color was perfect and the details were defined beautifully. There were clothes in here for both women and men. Had she spent hours getting everyone one of her classmates sizes and measurements only to spend more time drawing out each and every outfit? How did she even plane to make so many in the time before the festival? She walked out if the kitchen, holding a bowl and a spoon. Her (H/L) hair was pushed away from her face and held back with bobbypins. Sleeves rolled up high on her elbows, she looked like a famous chief. She had a little flour on her nose but it made her look cute. WAIT! Did I just think that?! I knew it! I was losing my mind. She cocked her head to he side and frowned. "So? What do you think?"
"About the clothes?" She nods.
"Yeah."
"Their beautiful, really. Do you make them yourself?"
"Yeah, it gives me time to clear my head. My mom is always out and I never have school work. So at the start of the school year, I get everyone in my class clothes size and ask them what they want their costumes to look like and I start making them."
"How long does it take. To make one though."
"A few days at the least. If I pull all nighters that is. Of course I rest every now and then but I want to make sure everyone is happy."
I nod and look at the thick binder and smile to myself. You would never have guessed that this girl is the daughter of a famous singer and actress. (Y/N)'s personality is so much more different then her mothers. She goes back into the kitchen and stays in there for a while, the smell of food drifting out in the open air. From the smell of it, it seemed she was a pretty good cook. Almost instantly the smell of fresh coffee wafted past my nose and I took a deep breath. It wasn't a cheap brand, but I'm guessing her mother doesn't buy cheap shit to start with. I couldn't help but wonder what (Y/N)'s relationship with her mother was. Did they get along? Or did they fight? Did they even talk to one another like families should? Or did they avoid each other like the plague? These questions raced through my head at an alarming rate and I began to wonder why I even cared. It was none of my business what type of relationship the two women had. But I couldn't help it. Had (Y/N) been forced to grow up at a young age because of the type of women her own mother was? Had she seen unspeakable thing with the tons of men I'm sure her mother had brought home. Did she even have a man to call father? These questions raced through my head, like a tornado with no end. There was so much I wanted to ask so much I wanted to know. Could I even ask her stuff like that? "If you keep frowning like that you won't have any Fangirls cuz your face will stick."
I looked up and was met with (E/C) eyes, that seemed to glow with amusement. I sat back as soon as I realized how close we were. She placed a plate down and a cup of coffee. "Eat up. I'll be in my work room." She walked away.
I ate my food, which as I guessed was amazing. She had real talent, but I was also guessing that she learned to cook cuz her mother wasn't always here. I heard a light buzz and realized it was the sound of a sowing mechanism. I smiled to myself and pulled out a piece of paper. I used my pen and wrote a quick note and took my empty plate and cup to the kitchen, washing them and putting them up. I looked at the stairs in which the young (Y/N) had walked up only moments before. She, out of all people was probably my favorite student. I quickly left and for some reason, couldn't wait till tomorrow.