Living With My History Teacher

Chapter 25

A week

It has been a week.

Every single day of this week without fail, he shows up, sits at the same booth, orders a cup of coffee and watched me while I work. I felt uncomfortable when this happened, which like I said before was almost every day of this week.

I stayed as far away from his table as possible and made sure that someone else waited on his table.

He didn't make a single move to try and converse with me. I was very happy for that cause I didn't want to end up having another panic attack and most of all not in the middle of my work place.

I avoided him like the plague at school and even when he saw me he didn't try to approach me there either. He just stared, with this guilty look written all over his face.

The only thing he did do to make contact was leave notes in my locker and on the table when he was done with his coffee. These notes held the same three simple words, I'M VERY SORRY.

I didn't know what to think of them. He tried to rape me but he also seemed really sorry for what he did. I wanted to forgive him, I really did, but what I felt that night I could never forget. The feel of his hands on my body and the fear I felt still terrified me every time I think about it.

The sound of the bell above the door snapped me out of my thoughts and when I looked up, I saw Drew walk into the café. Our eyes met for a second but I quickly looked away to avoid further contact. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he sat at his usual table.

"What are you doing just standing there? Go attend to him." Jesse said coming up behind me. "Why? Chloe can attend to him." I said pointing at my co-worker who was busy at a table but that was no problem; she could go attend to Drew once she was done there.

"You do it," Jesse said with a beaming smile on her face. "He's always staring at you, I think he likes you. And weren't you just staring at him?" She said wiggling her brows then turned to stare not so discreetly at the good looking teenager in the corner.

"Of course he doesn't, you're crazy" I said letting out a nervous chuckle.

If only she knew.

I tried to change the topic but she was having none of that. "Come on, just go" she said giving me a push in his direction. It turned out that Jesse was stronger than she looked. I stumbled into a table but righted myself quickly before I could fall flat on my face and that caught his attention. There was no way I could back out now. I willed myself to move to his table even though all I wanted to do was run the other way.

"Can I take your order?" I asked looking down at my notepad not meeting his eyes. "Black coffee extra sugar," he said which I wrote down quickly and shuffled away from his table.

"So?" Jesse asked wiggling her brows like some perv when I walked past her to get his coffee. I said nothing to her as I diligently made Drew his coffee and I think I heard her say something about giving him her number.

"Here you go," I said placing his order on the table. Happy that I was done with him, I made to go back to the register but a hand on my wrist stopped me.

"Can we please talk?" he asked but quickly moved his hand once he noticed me tense up. "Please" he whispered, the same guilty look on his face.

'Just hear him out at least' a voice at the back of my head whispered. I looked down at him and the sight of his sad grey eyes broke something in me and before I knew it I was sitting down in front of Drew.

"Thank you," he said letting out a long and relieved sigh and for the first time, I saw him smile. Something about his smile made me relax a bit.

"Look, that night...that night I was just so mad about everything. I was a mess and I needed to blow off some steam," he said looking up at me.

I knew exactly how he planned to do that.

I said nothing but nodded for him to continue. "I got into a fight with my parents and when I went over to my girlfriend's house, I caught her having sex with my best friend. How cliché huh?" he let out a humorless laugh at that looking away from me.

Ouch!

His best friend, really?

"We got into a fight, well it wasn't really much of a fight cause, I beat him to a bloody pulp and got expelled and then I went to that party and..." he stopped to look at me.

"I know I have no excuse for what I did and I just want to say I am really sorry. I'm not that kind of person. I was high and angry and then you came in and..." he stopped, looking at me with the most sincere look I had ever seen.

He was right though; he had no excuse for what he did. I stared at Drew as he waited to hear what I had to say. With his grey eyes, perfect cheek bones and that messy brown hair anyone would think that he was just some harmless Abercrombie and Fitch model.

"Look...I can't say that I forgive you cause like you said, you had no excuse for what you did. It was terrifying and something ii will never forget." I stopped to look at him and found him staring down at the table, hands clenched and teary eyed.

"But..." hearing that, his head went up so fast I was surprised he didn't get whiplash. "I'm going to try, not promising anything but I'll try" I said and watched his lips stretch into a smile.

He was silent for a while but finally whispered, "Thank you."

"So, almost friends?" he asked stretching out his hand and giving me that smile that I'm so sure had won dozens of girls over.

"Almost friends" I said taking his hand in mine. "So does this mean that you won't be stopping by anymore?" I asked, teasing him. He let out a low chuckle before answering, "of course not."

"Good, I have to get back to work now" I said getting up from the chair to return to work. As I walked away he stopped me again.

"Thank you Taylor" he said smiling up at me and I only nodded before leaving.

I felt good and happy with myself all because of the smile on Drew's face.

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