Hunting For Love [student/teacher]

V (Pic of Carlsen as Robbie Amell)

Five
*Edited*

Friday

"Hensley," officer Mr. Saunders called out for me, "your grandmother is waiting for you in front," he patted on my shoulder, "stay out of trouble, will ya."

I slowly stood up from the uncomfortable steel chair and ambled out without my grandmother but I heard a high pitched voice behind me.

"ROBIN!" Grandmother hissed. I rolled my eyes, "why on earth did you steal a MP3 player, a leather jacket and jewelry for?"

"That's my business, not yours to worry about, you old-witch," I hissed at her.

"What the hell is your problem?" She said in frustration, she sighed, "I'm being a good grandmother to you. Robin, please talk to me."

"Just leave me alone," I sauntered leisurely, I climbed in to my truck and drove to Carlsen's house.

~*~

"The gang is coming over in a bit," he said, "so in the meantime we could, you know," he walked towards me where he started to leave kisses on my neck.

I pushed him away, "Carlsen we broke up three months ago," I quickly stood up, "I'm not going back to you. Got that?" I sat back down but in a different comfortable chair.

"RJ, come on. I learned my lesson from those three months," he responded, "come back to me," he kneeled down in front of me and grabbed the hold of my hands.

"What have you actually learned from those three months?" I asked him.

"I learned that I shouldn't have cheated on you and left your heart all broken into pieces. That loving you is still in me. I'm still badly in love with you and I'm crazy to be with you," he stared at my eyes.

"You really hurt my heart when you kissed Bridget," I whispered.

Colin Carlsen Crane and I decided to date in eigth grade since we both grew up when we were in elementary and we actually clicked as friends until we grew much older in high school.

Somehow I thought Carlsen would have been the one in a million for me and I imagine him being the father of my children but when I caught him kissing that bitch of Bridget McCain at the gym. I was heartbroken, betrayed and saddened.

I cried for a month but I slowly totally forgotten about it when weeks went by.

If your thinking why Carlsen and I are friends, it is because I didn't wanted to feel awkward between us about the break up, so we made a deal to just be friends until we - I don't know - magically moved somewhere far away from each other, to a different state or country.

I sort of had a thought of moving to Minnesota, where it's cold in the winter and also Carlsen maybe being far away from me as possible but I doubt it.

"What are you thinking?" he asked me.

"Carlsen," I paused, "I thought we could still be friends. I really don't want to be heartbroken by you again," I honestly responded.

"I changed RJ," he said, "do you remember our nickname?" he asked me.

We simultaneously said "the Robinsen," we chuckled.

"Could we try again? If any moment, it doesn't work, then we stay as friends and calmly move on." He smiled.

I weakly smiled at him and thought to myself that Carlsen really changed for the passed months.

I hesitated for a moment but I whispered, "one more try."

Carlsen wrapped his arms around me and we heard the door knocking a couple of times, "I'll get that," he kissed on my cheek, left running towards the door.