Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story]

Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story] 8

“Hey.”

I looked up from my locker, and smiled. “Hey, Carson.”

“What’s up?” he asked, leaning against the locker beside me.

“Oh, nothing,” I responded quickly. “Just trying to find my Calculus textbook.”

He peered into my now wide open locker, then pursed his lips. “Good luck, because there’s no way you’ll find anything in that pigpen you call a locker.”

“Hey!” I playfully punched his shoulder, and he feigned pain to make it look like it hurt. “Don’t talk about my locker like that!”

“Oh, will all that clutter come up and form one to haunt me?” he asked, backing up with his hands up in mock fear. “Alright, alright. I surrender.”

I rolled my eyes, but felt a wry smile tugging the edge of my lips. “Whatever.”

For the next few seconds, I shuffled things around in my locker, and around and around, and around, trying to remember where I could have misplaced my Calculus textbook while Carson patiently leaned against the lockers beside me.

“I can’t find it,” I said finally, heaving a sigh. “I think I left it at home. I recall rushing because my dad was already late for work, so he was hurrying about and couldn’t drive me, so he, like, let me take the school bus just this once, and I was going to miss it, so when I was tucking my lunch into my bag—“

“It fell out,” Carson finished. “Okay. I can drive you home, so you can get it, if you have Calculus next period.”

“Thanks.” I flashed him a grateful smile. “But would that be inconvenient? If it is, it’s fine, I’ll just tell Mr. Stone—“

“Whatever about Mr. Stone.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s not inconvenient for me at all. Hey, what periods do you have Calculus?”

“First and sixth.”

He grinned. “Same here.”

 I chuckled lightly. “Well then, we better hurry, or else we’ll both be late.”

He waggled his finger. “We don’t want ol’ Mr. Stone getting us in trouble.”

I laughed, until I realized Mr. Stone wasn’t all that old.

“Take a left here.” I directed as Carson steered his car to the right.

“Left!” I exclaimed. “I said left!”

“It’s confusing, okay?” he responded, aggravated.

“Do you even have your license?”

“I have my permit!”

“Carson!” I jerked back in my seat. “This is illegal!”

“You needed your textbook!”

I felt a smile creep across my face. “Well, as long as you don’t speed—“

The side of my face collided harshly with the window. “Ow! My God, Carson! Seriously!”

He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”

We pulled up into my driveway, and before the car came to a halt, I bolted out and ran inside my house.

I remembered leaving my textbook near the kitchen somewhere, since I was making my dad coffee there when it seemed to have fell out.