The Teacher's Guest

Hidden Talents

Hidden Talents

The next morning I wake up a little late. An hour to be exact. I immediately pull on leggings and a tee and run downstairs. La Boosh follows me. Derek stands at the door.

"Morning." I mumble as I slide my uggs on.

"Little late today?" He mocks. I roll my eyes. "I fed your cat by the way. Her food bowl is filled.... over flowed."

"Good, thanks." I say. "Bye Booshie. Behave!" She sits, wrapping her tail around her paws. We leave. In the car I sit back and close my eyes. I barley remember any dreams I had.

"I'm stopping at Dunking." Derek announces. "What do you want?" I sigh and shrug.

"Surprise me." I say. He gets out. I open my eyes and pull out my phone. I play 'my immortal' just to sing away my sleepy voice. I stand look out for Derek as I let my voice gracefully sing the words. I sing to many songs, even if I don't know them. It's weird but I make up random words for them. Derek walks out of Dunkin and comes to the car. I fumble to turn the music off. He opens the door. He hands me an egg sandwich.

At school, i sit by Xavier again. He holds his breakfast sub protectively. Derek hands out fliers to people in the front to pass back. As I get it, I put my sandwich down interested. The flier was for a talent show basically. It is for all of the fallen/wounded soldiers. The event is called 'Wounded Warrior'. In two weeks, it is being help. They want volunteer performers.

"Anything good?" Xavier asks through a mouth full. "Or crap?"

"It's wounded warrior." I state.

"Oh. You thinking about doing it?" He asks. " I mean -swallow- Why else would you still be looking at it?"

"I don't know." I state. "Probably not."

"Probably not? Come on, I bet whatever you're planning to do will blow everyone's socks off." He says. I smile.

"Trust me, I'd rather not." I say.

"What do you want to do?" He asks. I shrug.

"If I ever were to do it, I would sing." I admit. He grins.

"Sing?" He asks. I nod. "You have to sing! I bet you're super good. Not a lot of people do it."

"No, no, no, no! I whine. "I don't sing in front of people." I admit. "And wait, how do you know?"

"I play guitar for it once in a while." He states. "But you have to sing! Please we can do a song together."

"I don't think so." I say.

"Can you think about it?" He begs. I shrug. "Please?"

"I guess." I say.

"I'll get you to do it." He promised. He takes a bite of his sub.

"Good luck then." I wish. He rolls his eyes.

"Mr. Orien! Are you eating in my class?" Derek growls.

"Uh -swallows- looks like it." He replies.

"Throw it out. How many times do I have to tell you not to eat in my class?" Derek lectures. Xavier sighs and gets up, wrapping the packaging around his sub. I glance at my desk and smirk. I pick my sandwich up and follow Xavier. "What are you doing miss. Ostrander?"

"Throwing my sandwich out, sir." I reply cockily. He gives me a nasty look. He walks to the garbage.

"Return to your seats. You're lucky I am in a good mood. Just don't make a mess." Derek groans. I let go of my sandwich anyway. He catches it in a flash. "You food, Miss. Ostrander." He hands it to me smirking.