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

Chapter 3

Caleb's P.O.V. (3:33 PM- 12:01 AM)

Shoe shopping was a pain in the ass. Shoe shopping with Tabby was a kick in the ass. Shoe shopping with Tabby while she was pissed was a murder. Not literally. Well, the second one happened sometimes. And the third was threatened. I just kept my fingers crossed that neither would happen today. 

I ran to my car and drove to the school's parking lot to a waiting Tabby. No words from her as she climbed into the seat beside me. Oh, shit. I would get an earful later. But I got the silent treatment. And that made me more nervous. 

When we arrived at the mall located on the outskirts of the city, Tabby hadn't uttered a word. All she did was tap, tap, tap on that smart phone of hers. There were already many adults and students at the mall chattering away. But the silence with Tabby shut out everything. 

"Uh... Tabby?" I asked nervously, eyeing the case of knives displayed behind the window of a store display. Tabby looked like she was counting the number of stabs it would take to kill be with one of the knives, her arm swiping downward every time her mouth moved. Tabby turned to me, her smile slightly forced. The dimple wasn't there, so I knew she was genuinely pissed. 

"Yes, jackass?" The smile was still there. I put my hand on her shoulder. She flinched and her eyes narrowed down at me. 

"What's wrong?" I didn't expect it, but she slapped me. *THWAP!* It hit precisely. And hurt like hell. 

"What do you think is wrong? My boyfriend leaves me to go prance off with the hot teacher and you wouldn't expect me to be pissed?" So, she did notice Miss Rose. Well, at least it wasn't anything else. 

"Yes, she was dressed nice and professional," I admitted, careful not to use any synonym of 'hot' or 'cute'. "But there were cinnamon cookies! You know how that gets me!" 

"Cinnamon cookies. I'm surprised you didn't eat any cookie off of the plate in front of the class." I was tempted to laugh, but I knew the moment wasn't right. Thank God no one I knew was here or they'd be here to witness my failure. Looking around, I hope I didn't just jinx it. 

Nope, safe. Back to Tabby. 

"Who are you looking for? Miss Rose?" She said the name like poisonous venom. 

"No, I'm paying 100% attention to you. I really don't see the big deal. I ate a cookie." 

"So that was it?" she clarified. "You wanted a damn cookie. I could make you cookies!" I shook my head.  

"Cinnamon cookies. Cinnamon. I only eat cinnamon cookies. Plus, you suck at making any food. I'm surprised that you actually took Culinary Arts." Tabby slapped my arm playfully. I sighed under my breath. Thank God, I wasn't dying today. 

The rest of Tabby's shopping trip passed without incident and we left with six boxes of shoes, two blouses, and I got a belt (courtesy of Tabby's credit card). I dropped her off at her house/almost mansion. She gave me an air kiss and walked to her gate.  

I drove back to school and attended soccer practice. Doing drills and complaining to friends about Tabby was a pleasant relief. I was sweaty and cool air of the night breezed on my face like a miracle. I arrived home at seven and ate dinner with my dad. My mom died of cancer when I was 14, but my dad filled in the emptiness by playing both parental roles. 

"So, how was school today?" my dad asked, spearing a broccoli head.  

"Same old, same old." Then, I thought of my day. "Well, there was this new teacher and Tabby got all jealous and pissed off 'cause of it." My dad didn't miss a beat. 

"Was she hot?" Ah, the benefits of an only-male family. We could talk about anything without a girl saying "sexist pig" or "inconsiderate men". 

"Cute, but Joey thought differently. Said she was the love of his life and wanted to propose to her when he turned 18." I laughed quietly. 

"Hm... What's her name?" my father asked mischievously.  

"Miss Rose." Dad's eyes widened, but his face was the usual business-calm. 

"How old is she?" 

"Pretty young. Maybe twenty or so." Dad nodded, his eyes suddenly turning a mischievous glint. 

"You don't know who she is, is she?" I looked up from my plate, surprised. 

"You do? Who is she?" My dad tsked at my desperate voice.

"Figure it out yourself. You're a smart boy." And with that, he picked up his still-full plate and walked upstairs to his office. He really was going to leave me hanging!

"You suck Dad!" I yelled upstairs. I dumped the rest of my dinner in the plate, my appetite spoiled, and went to my own room to do my homework. 

My room was pretty average. Clothes were strewn in front of the closet and graded tests and papers lay in a huge piled under my desk. Thank God there wasn't a power plug or any thing there or I would have started a fire in my own room. I started on Geometry homework first and then the hours faded by. I crashed when I reached English. The clock struck 12:00 when I fell into my bed, exhausted.

I'd thought I'd immediately fall asleep the moment I hit my bed, but my alert brain went otherwise. "What does Miss Rose mean to me?" I thought. I went through all my past memories. At the mall, at school, in my previous childhood. Nothing rang a bell. Somehow my brain turned off when it heard the physical sound of the clock hit 12:01. I dreamed of black.

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