Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story]

Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story] 5

"Mr. Stone was at your house?" Hannah cried, eyes wide with awe. "You, my friend, are now the most luckiest girl in the school! I mean, it was totally obvious that Mr. Stone totally already likes you--"

"Hannah," I interjected sharply. "Maybe that's because I'm the only one who puts effort into my work."

She frowned slightly, recalling how everyone except me had written only two sentences for the short story we had to write about Calculus, and how Mr. Stone said he wanted people who put effort into their writing. "Well, I mean, it's even more obvious now, because obviously Mr. Stone took the time to look up your address!"

I closed my eyes in frustration, but couldn't help but let a blush creep onto my cheeks. "Hannah, please stop talking so loudly. People will hear you."

She grinned, then pulled my arm down. "That's the point, Amanda! You'll be so popular!"

"I'd rather not be famous for the wrong reason, Hannah. And just stop that, please. I'm sure Mr. Stone has a wife already."

"He's only 22, Amanda." she said. A smile tugged the edge of my lips as I realized that was the same exact thing Mr. Stone had said the day before when I said he had a wife.

Then, with a broader smile, Hannah added, "And that means he's single," she sing-songed, standing on her tiptoes.

"Hannah," I repeated. "He's our Calculus teacher. We can't say stuff like that."

"To his face," she added. "But, really, Amanda, he's so hot!"

"Who is?"

I snapped my head around and found Mr. Stone leaning against the door of the teacher's lounge. I bit my lip, cursing myself for forgetting that my locker was right beside the teacher's lounge, and that Mr. Stone could've been listening to us the whole time.

"Hi Mr. Stone!" Hannah gushed. "I took home that practice sheet of integrals and I stayed up the whole night reading it!"

Mr. Stone lifted an eyebrow, but didn't release the playful smile on his face. "Well, that's really great, Hannah, but I feel kind of guilty for your lack of sleep."

I rolled my eyes at his obvious kindness at Hannah's perkiness. He didn't exactly know, I guessed, that Hannah, in fact, was incapable of getting lack of sleep. She was always the same, giddy self, no matter how many hours of sleep she had.

"Don't be guilty!" Hannah exclaimed quickly. "I mean--I mean, it's totally not your fault, Mr. Stone!"

"Aw," he responded, crossing his arms. "That's sweet, Hannah, but--"

Hannah, instead of listening to the rest of what he was saying, pulled on my arm again and whispered, "I'm sweet!"

I sighed, puffing out my cheeks. "I'm gonna go get buy something from the cafetaria. I completely missed my lunch period. Bye, Hannah."

As I turned to go, Hannah beat me to it. She fled down the halls, probably to get the leftovers from the caf before I did. Another breath of exhaustion escaped my lips.

"You have any allergies, Amanda?"

I turned back to Mr. Stone, shocked he was addressing me, then quickly shook my head. "Um, no."

He pushed open the door to the teacher's lounge, then gestured me with his hand inside. I obediantely followed, and gawked at the lounge. It was better than everyone thought. There was a large, bulky vending machine at one end, then a few bean bags and a long, V-shaped sofa at the corner, with a long, black table infront of it. On the end, there was marble counter with a sleek coffee maker and a porcelain sink. On the other end of the room, there was another counter, topped with a file that contained folders with all the staff's names.