That's Miles to you Ms.Davis

Chapter Five

*Miles' POV*

I paced back and fourth across the hallway. what was taking so long? maybe I should have gone in there with her. Why did she get so angry earlier? Is she right? Am I controlling her, maybe I shouldn't have brought her, but then that would make me a bad teacher. ugh why does it have to e so hard to find a happy medium between being her boyfriend and wanting what's best and being her teacher and doing the right thing? I ran my finger through my hair once again, pulling on it so hard I probably tore quite a bit out. I am not sure why I am so bothered by this, but I am and the anticipation is killing me. After about forty five minutes Jean, I mean Ms. Fielder came out as I stopped and turned to her. Nodded towards her room and headed back in. I let out a heavy sigh and hesitantly followed her into the dark room. Aubrey was sitting on one end of the couch, her legs crossed, her Hands tightly gripping the cushion on either side of her lap, and she was facing away from me. Was she mad at me? I hope not. I had fallen pretty hard for her, in the short amount of time we had been together and honestly I don't think I could handle her being mad at me. I sat on the other side of the couch, I am trying not to push it, incase she actually is mad at me.

"Well Mr. Grayson, I ran trough a few different tests with Aubrey, and just like you said she had some trouble reading numbers, but also words. I am not 100% certain, but from my experience, I'd say that Ms. Davis, is Dyslexic." the word hit me hard like a ton of bricks, I didn't understand it nor did I know much about it, but I know that if you are dyslexic you have a hard time reading, I should have caught that. Why didn't I see that? 'Because you didn't want to see it.' a voice inside my head said. I nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright is there anythi-" I was cut off by the phone ringing. Ms. Fielder got up and went into her office to go get it leaving Aubrey and I to sit in an awkward, tense silence.

"I'm sorry." Aubrey said in a small voice. I turned to see her looking at me with bloodshot, tear filled eyes. she was biting her lip so hard she started to draw blood.

"Baby don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong." I said turning more towards her, tucking my hand under her jawline and caressing her cheek with my thumb. she closed her eyes and leaned into my hand her eyebrows scrunching together like it hurt. We stayed like that for a few seconds before she grabbed my hand and pulled it in to her lap, resting it cozily between her small, delicate hands.

"But I did." she whispered, as if talking louder might push her over the edge, which Might very well do so. I studied her face for a long time before it dawned on me, what she was saying.

"You knew already." She nodded and the tears started to spill over a loud son escaping past her lips. I leaned forward and wrapped her in a right hug, rubbing her back and slowly rocking side to side. "Shhh... it's okay. Don't cry, please baby." I scooted closer and kissed we on the forehead, not even caring that Ms. Fielder was in the other room. After a couple of minutes, she composed herself and sat back. I wiped a few remaining tears, with the pads of my thumbs, then grabbed her hands.

"You aren't mad that I didn't tell you?"

"No, but I do want to know why you didn't tell me." She bit her lip, damn I wish she'd stop doing that.

"Because you are so smart. I didn't want to you to know how stupid I actually am."

"Aubrey, baby you aren't stupid, your brain just works differently. there is nothing wrong with you. I still think you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, I still think you have the most adorable laugh, the best sense of humor and the greatest personality. I don't think any differently of you, it's just a label, that lets me and the rest of your educators know that your brain doesn't work like ours does. that's all, nothing more, nothing less." She looked like she was about to kiss me, then thought better of it. I grinned, grabbed her face, and pressed my lips to hers. She hesitantly started moving her lips with mine, but soon got into it. I brushed my tongue against her lips asking for entrance, and she started to a accept it.