"Mr. Parker?" I asked. Confused.
"Yes?" He asked as if nothing was wrong with this situation.
"How did you get your phone number into my bag?" I asked again, confused.
"I have my ways," he said, laughing a bit. "Anyways, what are you up too?"
Was he really trying to make small talk after what I did earlier? Should I even be talking to my teacher over the phone?
I didn't answer for a little while so he just blurted out, "Don't worry about earlier, Carter."
"It's kind of hard not to think about it." I embarrassed myself so much.
"I was worried I was going to have to make the first move," He paused. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
I was surprised in his words. I could barely put them together, "Thanks Mr. Parker." I was now blushing, good thing he couldn't see me.
"I'm sorry if I gave the wrong message in the car," he clears his throat, "I was shocked when you put your hand on mine. I think I like you, you seem like a very nice girl, Carter."
"Thank you Mr. Park-"
"Please, call me Bryce outside of school and class." He insisted.
I blushed again, thankful that he couldn't see me.
"Okay, Bryce," His first name is so hot, "I'm going to get some rest tonight."
"Goodnight, Carter. See you in class tomorrow."
"Goodnight, see you tomorrow." And with that, I feel asleep confused, happy, and with a smile on my face.
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I woke up earlier then usual, I woke up at 5:45. My phone was the problem, I should start to turn off my ringer before I go to bed.
I pick up my phone and read a text that said:
Get ready, I'll be at your house in 30 minutes.
I knew who it was by the number. I hadn't added his number as a contact. Would this be a regular thing, him texting or calling me?
I got ready in 20 minutes and headed downstairs. No one was up because they didn't have to work early on Fridays.
Buzz, buzz. I'm outside.
I grab my bag and head out the door. I hop into Bryce's car. What am I doing? Oh well, it was too early for me to argue, and plus, the bus always smells like sweat and feet.
"Good morning." Bryce looked over at me and smiled. He had the whitest teeth, not to mention the cutest smile.
"Good morning, Bryce." I said his name in a bit of a flirtatious way and emphasizing on the "B".
"Did you eat breakfast this morning?" He asked as he pulled out of my driveway and turned onto the real road.
"No, I forgot this morning." I sorta mumbled out.
"Well lucky for you, I happen to know the best bagel shop around here. They have the best coffee!" He sounded so cute.
"I don't have any money though." I didn't expect him to pay for my food and I don't really want him too.
"I'm going to pay."
"On a teachers salary?" I smirked.
"Miss. Davis, don't doubt me." I have yet to find out what that means.
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We arrive pull into the school parking lot and I realized something.
"I can't be seen getting out of your car!"
"Shit, you're right," he turned around in his seat and grabbed his soccer jacket. I put it on and put the hood up. Gosh, it smells so good.
"Looks better on you then it does on me." He smiled but I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. Most likely not, I mean he's my teacher. He can't possibly like me, right?
I walk into school first. He trots in a couple minutes after me. I stop by my locker and unpack my bag. I grabbed my books for first period, English with Mr. Parker. I stand up to take off Mr. Parker's jacket. It was so warm, I don't want to take it off.
I stop by his office. He is one of the few teachers that actually have an office due to the fact that he is the boys varsity soccer coach. I knock on his door, which was open already, but I didn't want to barge in.
"Ah, Miss. Davis. Please come in and shut the door. Have a seat." I do as he says.
"Here's your jacket." I hand him his jacket. I go to stand up because that's the only reason I needed to see him this morning.
"May I ask where you're headed?" He was now biting the end of his plastic pen, which, may I add, was pretty damn hot.
"Homeroom?" it was more of a question then a statement. Where else would I be going?
"Oh yes right. We'll, see you in a bit." He smiled.
I blushed and got up, I walked towards his door. I could feel his eyes on me, so I turn around. He was definitely staring at me. I could tell because once I turned around he looked down at his pile of papers and he got red in the face.
I stepped out of his office and closed the door softly. I walked towards my home room. I couldn't stop smiling. I was smiling just thinking about his smile. Snap out of it, Carter! He's your teacher, he's probably married, and is probably 10 years older then you!!
But I couldn't help it. He had that effect on me. Is that a bad thing?
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