Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story]

Nothing To Lose [A Teacher/Student Love Story] 16

“Oh, come on, Amanda,” Ian urged. “It’s not that bad. All he said was that---“

“Look,” I said, whirling around to face him. “I don’t care. I said it doesn’t matter. He’s my teacher, I’m his—“

“You don’t know,” he responded softly. “You don’t know what you are to him.”

“I’m his student.”

“If you say so,”

I sat down on the sofa. “Where’s your brother?”

“Rick’s at the grocery store.”

“Doing what?”

Ian smirked. “Buying a lemon.”

I rolled my eyes as he plopped down next to me.

“So did you end up having nightmares after your breakdown?” he asked.

“I wasn’t breaking down.”

“Right. You were crying because the movie was so good.” He said doubtfully.

“Hey. I have allergies, okay? And I was just remembering that my mom said I should be asleep, and—and I felt bad.” I replied.

“Does Rick ever tell you you’re a bad liar?”

I stood up again, hoisting my shoulder bag onto my shoulder. “When’s Mr. Stone coming back?”

“I dunno. Like, in a few hours?” he offered.

“It takes that long to buy a lemon?”

“He’s buying popcorn kernels too.”

I sighed. “Well, I’m going to the bookstore. ‘Later.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he interjected, getting up. “Do you have your license?”

“Uh, no.”

“Then who’s driving you?”

“You are,” I decided.

“But—“

I tossed him his keys, already making my way towards the door. When I exited the apartment building, I noticed he was right behind me.

“You’re still upset about Rick, aren’t you? I mean—“

“No.” I said sharply, but couldn’t help but feel my stomach twist. Even though Mr. Stone was my teacher.... I shook my head. Who knows why I was thinking what I was. I laughed to myself humourlessly. Mr. Stone was my teacher. I couldn’t blame him for not wanting me to date him. But... but when he kissed me—I thought it meant something. I scoffed. Of course it hadn’t. Mr. Stone had already said it was just to make sure Ian kept sleeping. Because it’s normal for him to go off, kissing his students when they’re making too much of a ruckus because he doesn’t want his brother to wake up, right?

“Are you okay?” Ian asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You’re shaking your head like your neck is stiff or something.”

“I’m fine.”

Even though I didn’t know it, I was lying to myself by saying that.

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“Ooh, that seems like a good book.”

I gave Ian a stern look. “I don’t think one should take book advice from you.”

“What?” he pulled the book out of the bookshelf and surveyed the cover, smirking. “Hey, look at this. It’s a teacher student love story.”