Samantha's POV
A week.
Its been a week since I saw Dylan. A week since she was at my house. Telling me she wanted to kiss me.
Right there, in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel her lips on mine again. No matter how wrong it would have been.
But before I even had the chance, she up and walked away.
That was Friday. Its currently Wednesday. She hasn't been here all week. To say I'm worried would be a huge understatement.
"Ok class," I said to my sixth period, "today is your first pop quiz!" I said, passing out the quizes I had wrote up the day before.
"Ms.Foster?" I looked over to Dean Cooper, a football player who was almost always acting a fool in my class. "There's an old lady at the door," he mocked, earning a few snickers from his fellow classmates.
"Good job Mr.Cooper, you just earned yourself an after school detention." I said, handing him the detention slip.
"Come on man, it was a joke! I have practice after school!" He whined.
"Well then I'm sure that your coach won't be so happy to hear what you said, now will he?" I said, walking towards the door.
"Hey Samantha!" Glenda greeted me.
"Hey what's up Glenda?"
"I was wondering if you cover bus duty for me after school? I have an appointment." She looked over to her classroom, making sure they weren't causing any trouble.
"Yeah, sure I'd love to," I said smiling.
"Thanks," with that she headed back to her room.
"Ok class, turn in your quizzes to your folders, and I'll see you all tomorrow!" I waved my goodbyes to all my students.
Driving home, I can't help but wonder when Dylan will be back. I'm worried about her. But in all actuality, I just want to see her beautiful smile.
*Beep Beep Beep*
Sighing, I hit the button on my alarm clock, and start my day.
Hopping out of my car, I look around.
My heart skipped a beat as my eyes landed on a familiar head of brown hair. She was dressed almost completely in black. She was sporting a slight tan.
At least she's safe. She doesn't seem to have any new bruises. She's alive.
Now all I can say is that I can't wait until fourth period.
"Good morning class!" My first period greets me with a bunch of grunts and moans. Teenagers do not make for great morning people. In all reality neither do I, except the sight of Dylan alive and safe gave me somewhat of a pep in my step this morning.
The time seems to go by slower than expected. It felt like years had passed before third period was due to leave.
I feel anxious and nervous and excited.
"Ok class, I'll see you all tomorrow!" I say as the bell rings. My stomach churns in nervousness as I wait at my door. As usual, she comes down the hallway, walking with her head hung low.
She still looked like she was struggling with something. It still pains me to see her that way, but she looked better. Not as broken.
"Good after noon," I said as she walked in.
She looked up and continued walking. Great, now she was icing me out. I honestly don't understand teenagers anymore.
But I do know I'm not going to give up. I'm not going to stop trying to help her.
