Teacher's Pet (Er... Servant) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Caleb's POV:

Wake up.

Shower.

Eat breakfast.

Head to school.

Same routine. I won't even bother and try to explain the details. Too boring. I'd probably fall asleep even thinking it. 

I stepped into my dad's hand-me-down silver Acura. I gave myself a mental punch and started the car. Driving to school wasn't as mundane as usual. There was a car crash three blocks from school. Gave me a small kick, like a jolt of coffee (but I've never experienced that jolt, I abstain from caffeinated drinks). It opened my eyes to prevent me from crashing into the stupid idiot who forgot to brake. Served him right. Stupid Lexus.

I parked a block away from the school. Tabby would be pissed. I could already imagine it. "Oh-ma-gawd! You're making me walk in my new Jimmy Choos? You gotta be kidding me. What kind of boyfriend are you? I wish I could break up with you." 'Why don't you then!' I wish I could say. But I would shut my mouth and try to make it up to her. Like the wuss I was.

I snatched my tattered backpack from the backseat and locked the car. It was already March and yet the weather was slightly chilly. I pulled my thin jacket tighter to my body and shivered. Students were slowly dripping into the school. I blended in with familiar jackets. My sleepiness peeled off of me immediately. I felt like a doll come to life.

"Joey! Madison! How's it going?" I greeted animatedly. 

"Pretty good, man! Gigi was happy with our date at the movie. How 'bout you?" Joey responded. His bright, blue highlight rang hard against his sharp, natural-Asian black hair.

"Same old, same old." Joey nodded understandingly. He knew how much of a problem Tabby is.

Madison was quiet, as usual. He wasn't in a relationship and didn't really care for girls(or boys). He was in love with soccer. If soccer was a girl, he would be begging to stay by her side forever. But I guess Madison was content with holding a soccer ball day and night. Sometimes I worry for that guy. After a bit of small talk, Joey and Madison both walked to Spanish while I headed off to find Tabby, wherever she was.

A dumb, upbeat tune started playing on my phone. "♪ O-o-o~~! Means I love ya! ♪" Tabby thought it was cute. I put it on to appease her. When I pressed "TALK" Tabby began her barrage of words.

"Hey, babe! Listen, I need a ride to the mall. I saw these TO-DIE-FOR boots over at Nine West. It was on sale! 10% off! Anyways, I'm already at your locker. Better come over fast or I'm breaking up with you! Love you! Buh-bye!" *Click*. So much for a relationship filled with "communication". Damn therapist.

There were only ten minutes left until French started and I needed to see Tabby or she'd freak. I lightly jogged to the dark green lockers lined up next to the cafeteria's doors. My door was already open (courtesy to a snoopy girlfriend) and Tabby was putting stuff on the inside of the door.

"Hey Tabby!" I ran my hands through her blonde hair and kissed her on the cheek. "What are you doing?" Tabby turned a second just to grab my hand and continued taping.

"Just putting up a new photo. You don't wanna forget what I look like, right?" She stepped aside and admired her handiwork. It was Tabby at the beach in a fitting yellow sundress. 

"It's cute. You look nice," I complimented. Tabby squealed and kissed my fingers. I smiled. I loved it when she did it. I'm pretty sure that was the only thing I loved her for. Besides her looks, I mean.

Blue eyes. Curves in the right places. Thin legs. And beautiful fingers.

Yes, I do have a finger fetish. Little weird, but no one judged me for it- yet.