Mr. Cameron Dallas, charming and kind substitute gym teacher.
Keilah Morrison, junior nerd and lonely girl.
Dallas and Morrison, unexpected couple.
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It's not normal for teachers to date their students. But there's always a chance to s...
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"Keilah. Wake up, baby." I peeled my eyes open only to be blinded by the damn sun coming through my window and the sight of my mother in a towel.
"Christ on a stick, Mom! You can't wake me up without proper clothes, it's against the laws of mother-daughterhood! I'm dying!" I exaggerated. My mom, Laura, just giggled and smacked my butt, her way of saying 'get up now' and shuffled through my closet.
Being a crazy and health-crazed human being, my mom fit into my clothes and wore the things I didn't wear. She took a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt out and danced- literally- into her adjacent room next door. I followed her action of choosing an outfit and was met with a predicament: what to wear? Now this may seem like an average thing and not a problem, but did I want to wear my pleated skirt and sweater, or try out something new that may or may not be for Shawn...?
The ripped skinny jeans (I swear my mom bought clothes and put them in when I wasn't looking) on their hanger begged me to try them on, and how could I say no? I let my fluffy pajama pants drop to the carpet and pulled on the jeans. I turned to my full-length mirror and cocked my head.
They didn't look that bad, did they?
I gave up trying to think this early in the morning and just put on a light blue shirt with donuts all over it, which only confirmed my suspicions that my mother corrupted my closet. Sighing, I put on my glasses and brushed my teeth, not caring about eating since I was nervous about the school day ahead. Would Tylor still hold a grudge against me? Most likely. Would anyone even remember the short-lived triumph that was my gym class? Probably not.
My mom came back and her eyes bugged out at my choice of attire. "Wow, I never thought I'd see the day when my daughter didn't dress up like a preppy virgin teenager." Now it was my turn to gape at her. She made me sound like I didn't know anything about sex! I mean, the most I knew were the basics, but that's not the point!
Mom smiled and tossed me a set of keys. "Why do I need these?" I question.
"Look outside, birthday girl," she responded. There was no way.
Shining in the early morning sun, a white 2016 Camaro SS Concept parked in the driveway took my breath away and replaced it with joyous tears. "Shit, Mom! Oh my God! Thank you so much!" I shrieked. I embraced her in a bear hug and jumped up and down, yelping like a little girl at my birthday gift.
"Okay, okay, you're welcome! Now, hurry up and get to school before you're late," my mother chided. I nodded and threw on a random pair of flats that I always wore and rushed outside. The car was blinding but I didn't care; I stared at it until spots stirred my vision. It was then, and only then, that I looked away and got in the driver's side. The black leather seats and interior made for a sleek, sophisticated theme and it matched me perfectly. I put the key in the ignition and listened to the engine rev up, giddiness coursing through me as well.
I pulled up to the school in time for the ten minute warning bell, right next to what I recognized as Luke's beat up Subaru. I almost left the spot, feeling like I was flaunting my new car even though that was definitely not my intention, but Luke and Calum were already inside and gaping at the beauty.
