Our little secret

Chapter 6

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"Hey what did Mr. Bieber want?"Did he wanna upgrade your paper to an A plus plus?" Alison jokes.

I chuckle and roll my eyes playful at her. "No. just some... grammar errors and spelling mistakes that I missed. And he wanted to let me know how great of a writer I am." I fib.

Alison nods totally buying my story. "Lets go eat," she says gently pulling me behind her by my wrist.

After school I leave with Alison. Teenage kids are scattered everywhere talking, walking home with their friends or boyfriends or girlfriends, getting in their cars...

"I'm so glad Mr. Bieber didn't give us homework today. I hate English." Alison rolls her eyes. I grown. "I thought Math was the most hated subject?"

"Yeah but I'm starting not to like Mr. Bieber. I didn't deserve that D!" she complains.

"I tought you deserve an F. That was an insulting story about me."

"Yeah but my writing is still fab."

I smirk and roll my eyes playfully. Alison starts on another subject as we walk but my attention catches someone else.

I see Mr. Bieber- Justin, getting into his car. I can't help but just stare and watch him.

He glances up and sees me starring. With no expression on his face he gets into his car and shuts the door.

I sign quietly to myself.

"Tori..?"

I snap out of my daze and turn my head towards my best friend. I clear my throat. "What?"

"I asked if you wanna hang out at my place for a little bit" Alison said.

"Oh.. um, sure. But I wanna go home first and talk to my parents and maybe change into sweats and more comfortable shirt.

Alison smiles. "Okay."

I walk into the house immediately greeted by homely scent. "Hey guys I'm home! I announce while closing the door behind me. I walk over to the living room.

"Tori" my dad says making me look in the direction where I heard his voice.

I walk into the kitchen. "Oh hey dad. Where's mom?" I ask.

"She's upstairs. On her laptop." He sips his coffee while sitting in front of the kitchens island.

I sit in front of him.

"So... how was school?" Dad inquired.

I softly scoff. "The usual. Nothing new, nothing exciting."

"Do you like the new teacher?" he questions.

"My English teacher? Oh yeah he's ok..." I reply thinking about the fact that I went to Starbucks with him for coffee then went to his house.

"He's not strict or anything is he?"

I chuckle. "No not at all. I mean he's no Mr. Bell but he's... decent."

My dad nods. "Good... that's good." He responds then takes another sip of his coffee.

"Um I'm gonna go upstairs and say hi to mom." I let him know. When he nodded in reply I stood up adjusting my backpack strap on my shoulder then went upstairs.