Our little secret

Chapter 15

"Oh a parent-teacher conference!" my mom exclaims looking at my father. He nods with his eyebrows raised seeming interested. "That sounds fun." He replies.

I watch my parents as they make conversation about the paper I showed them. "It's with Justin Bieber her English teacher." Mom ads with a smile.

My mom's smile rubs off on my dad. "Tori loves English." He states while looking at me. "I'm sure you'd love to come with us to the conference... right Tor?"

I simply shake my head. "I don't really wanna go. It's just gonna be you guys and my teacher talking and ill just be standing there. Sounds boring." I admit.

My mom furrows her eyebrows. "Why not honey? It won't be boring you like Mr. Bieber don't you?"

"Yeah you don't have to lie that you do if you really don't." my dad throws in.

I slightly roll my eyes looking back and forth between two of them. "I do like Justin..." I realize the mistake in that sentence before I could stop myself. I suddenly felt a mini panic attack even though it probably came off as a simple mistake to my parents. "I mean Mr. Bieber..." I corrected hoping that I wasn't blushing or that my face looked pale. "He's a cool teacher."

"Okay. You sure you don't wanna come?"

"Yes." I answer.

It's just a parent-teacher conference. I don't know why my parents are acting like they want me to go so bad. I already know I'm doing well in that class so to just listen to Justin to go on about how great of a student I am sounds boring. As vein as it sounds it's true. Plus I would be drowning in a pool of awkwardness on the inside watching my parents talk to my friend. And I have feelings for this friend. And this friend has feelings for me.

Just the thought of my parents finding out, makes my stomach churn. I would never be able to see Justin again or the light of the day for that matter. Justin would be fired and sent to prison and my body would be chopped into little pieces stuffed in a zip lock bag and put in the freezer. Technicality I'm exaggerating but metaphorically not really.

After the conversation between me and my parents breaks I head upstairs to my bedroom for 'me' time.

I've develop Dylon study for last time. Thank God. He says he has the hang of it now but if he ever needs me again hell tells me. But let's hope he never needs me again. Justin hopefully heard me out that argument and will act like a teacher... a professional teacher. If Justin ever gets caught giving someone a bad grade because of his mood or because he has anger and jealousy issues he would definitely get fired.

When I get the chance I'm going to have another talk with him... a more calm talk this time. I feel like I didn't get enough accomplished besides letting my anger out on Justin that day. I wanna tell him that if he's so serious about this job, he has to treat everybody like his student and not his enemy. To be mature. But when it comes to me I know that Justin is grading my papers honestly, because obviously I'm really god at the subject he teaches.

The school bell through my ears as I leave math's class. Alison is of course walking beside me like always.

"You should really help me study sometimes, I have a C in English." My best friend suggests.

"Sure I'd love to help you. But I don't understand how someone can get a C or lower in English. It's just so easy."

"For you! Some of us don't really care about grammar spelling or essays. But it's still better than math." Alison says then shudders.

Poor Alison has an F in math and if I could help her I would but I myself have a D. so if I can't help myself I can't help my best friend. So well fail math together.