Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story]

Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story] 12

I cleared my throat as I slid into an empty seat. “Tell me again why I don’t technically have any detention, but you’re making me stay here for lunch anyway.”

He shifted and popped a McNugget into his mouth. “Maybe I enjoy your company.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Carson said from beside me. “Backtrack. You have no detention, but I do?”

“You’re free to leave if you wish, Mr. Davis.”

“Good,” Carson scoffed, standing up. He caught my eye, and his face faltered. “But I should stay with Amanda…”

Mr. Stone folded his hands. “For?”

“She’s my girlfriend, man.”

Mr. Stone glanced at me, then back at Carson. “Right. I forgot.”

“Uhm,” I started. “Y-You can go if you want,”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I can stay with you if you—“

I crossed my legs and insisted, “It’s fine. Go.”

I watched my boyfriend leave as fast as he came.

I fiddled with Mr. Stone car keys in my hand, tossing them back and forth. An image of his sleek black Mercedes Benz flashed in my mind. “You have your car in school?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, then gestured at me with a Chicken McNugget. “You want?”

I leaned forward to take it. “Yeah, thanks.” Then I greedily shoved it in my mouth.

He blinked at me.

I grinned sheepishly. “Uh—“

“Here.” He said, holding out another one on his palm. “Take another.”

I took it, then made sure to carefully nibble off the edges before gently taking larger bites.

All of a sudden, Mr. Stone pushed away from his desk, snickering.

“What?” I asked, flattening my hair in case something was wrong with it.

“Oh, Amanda,” he said. It was odd. He went from calling me ‘Ms. Montgomery’ to ‘Amanda’ in less than two weeks. Now I was Amanda and everyone else was ‘Ms. DeLuxia’ and ‘Ms. DiNuit’ and ‘Ms. Somerset’. Was this some sort of signal?

“You go from one extreme to another.” He continued.

I looked at him, perplexed.

“First, you go ahead and swallow your chicken nugget whole, then it takes you a million little bites to finish it.”

I frowned at him and put the nugget down. “Hey—“

“Incoming!”

A foam Nerf ball came flying into the classroom. It bounced off the wall and was aimed for the other wall, but Mr. Stone swiftly caught it in his hand. “What the hell?” he blurted.

“Watch your language. I thought teachers can’t swear.” Oliver Barrett appeared at the door, grinning. “Or can they? And can I?”

I leaned forward and acquired the ball from Mr. Stone, then chucked it at Oliver.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Oliver asked us, waggling an eyebrow. “Something teachers and students shouldn’t be doing?”

“No--!” I exclaimed, blushing. “We’re—“

“Amanda has detention.” Mr. Stone offered.

“Thanks.” I deadpanned.

“No problem,” he murmured into a chicken McNugget.