Encounters(Teacher/Student)

Ch.1

With my dads voice booming through the house it doesn't take a second for me to be fully awake. Regretting my choices of not studying for the exams I'm about to face consequences.

"You called?" I ask my dad trying to catch my breath from running downstairs. I know what this is about, my exam results. Preparing myself for the disappointment and lecture I take a seat opposite my dad on the couch.

"Your teacher called,"

I wait for him to continue but he scans my face and looks confused.

"Why are you shaking?" he asks.

"Cold. I'm cold," what an amazing excuse to come up with while its 30 degrees outside.

"Anyways, your teacher is calling you in right now. She needs you to help her with arrangements and stuff, go get ready. She wants you now and you'll be granted leave at 7," my dad says ever so calmly.

What in the world is happening? Ms. Hartley wants me there to help her with what? Facing her is something I'm not ready for, after all I was close to failing one of her classes and definitely failing this one.

Clearly it's burning hot outside despite my excuse of being cold, and so I grab my light purple dress and put it on. This dress shows of your curves in all perfect ways but that's not the point of me wearing it right now. It's hot and this provides air to my body.

After doing my hair and light makeup, I grab my wallet and phone and head downstairs.

"It's not a fashion show you know," my dad says.

Ignoring him I make my way towards the car and in about 5 minutes we arrive at my lovely high school. Note the sarcasm? This school can't get any worse then it already is.

Like c'mon it's summer, well tomorrow is report card pickup day but still schools over and here I'm trying to please my teacher. Lonedale Secondary School is not a school but more of a jailhouse, as me and my friends like to put it.

Pushing open the front blue doors I step inside this school hoping it's the last time this summer. As the doors are pushed open I instantly regret coming here. He stands in front of me, staring with the light brown eyes of his.

He smiles and I return the favour, not wanting to stand here any longer I start walking towards Ms. Hartleys classroom. God, why is he wearing a suit?

I knock on the door lightly and hear a faint come in, and once again today I push open a door.

"Ayla! Just the person I was waiting for," I smile at her not wanting to look her in the eyes.

"Dear, as you know you're failing this class by 7 percent," she starts I try to look anywhere but her.

"And you also failed the exam. I can't do much to help you. I guess chemistry is a weak subject for you. Well to your luck James offered a good deal," I look up at her confused.

"Oh right Mr. Richard? Your teacher from previous school who thought you chemistry too. Well enough of me babbling you'll be with him for the rest of the day helping and you're automatically passed since I don't like anyone failing in my class," she says with a smile.

"Oh Ms. Hartley! Thank you so much! If it wasn't for you I would've been such a disappointment to my parents," I tell her.

"Now don't go around thanking me, it should be Richard. Off you go and help him out," she says.

This is embarrassing and relieving too. She shouldn't have told Mr. Richard about my failing grade, now he's going to think I'm a pure dumb ass. I walk to the front where I last saw him but he isn't there.