My Insane Obsessed Stalker was my Teacher?

Chapter Eleven

Exhaustedly, Erin and I march from the club building through the gate. There, parked the same car that picked her up yesterday. Erin gaze at me worriedly. She must have realized that the last school bus has left long ago and wonder how I would get home. I had no idea how would I answer that question too so I kept silent.

Erin's good nature did not waver. Her curiosity and worry took over her. She asked me in a perturbed voice:

"How will you get home at this hour?"

I did not dare to make an excuse. She is much intelligent when she's worried so she would be able to see through my lies. Unlike yesterday, I was able to lie to her undetected because she saw the text from the company.

"I will try to find a cab" I answered confidently

Her face distorted. She did not like my answer. For some reason, I feel like a child disappointing my parent because of the way that she was looking at me.

"I don't think that's a good idea, it's already dark and you don't have a phone to contact anyone in case of emergency"

The way she bombarded me with fact is overwhelming. I could not retort back to her.

"Wait for me here" She added.

Erin run towards the car that parked in front of the gate. She open the door through the handle and peep her inside. I could not decipher what they were talking about since they were a bit far from where I was standing.

I patiently waited for Erin. I was thinking of asking her to call an uber so I would be home safely. My frail body was also worn out so walking would be out of the option.

The shoes on my reddened feet soaked in dirt. I realized that we went to see the garden earlier, that must be the reason why my shoes look dusty. My feet inside the shoes were also screaming at my body to let them out and breathe.

Before I realized the situation, I just found myself sitting on the sidewalk inside the gate. I could not lie to myself that I was indeed tired. I straightened my feet to relax it a little. The pressure started to fade. My eyes wander around from where Erin was till inside the school where the cars were parked in.

I felt a cold water being poured to me when I noticed a silhouette of a man walking towards the parking area. Even he was standing far from me, I could easily recognize him. The authoritative posture and a stature different from an ordinary person. The man was Mr. Imran.

A chilling sensation washed all over me when my gaze met his. My body was immobilize for a few seconds before it started to react. I look away from him and back to Erin. At the exact moment, Erin waved at me signaling me to walk over there.

"We will send you home" She smile cheerily

"Would it not be inconvenience to do that?" I asked worriedly

"If you stand there still it would be" Erin remarked

I had no other choice but to help my self climb inside the car, at the back of the driver's seat.I was astounded. So this was the reason, she asked his brother to take me home. I was embarrassed that she have to do such thing for me but I was really grateful. My nose inhaled a masculine scent of a man as I sat firmly at the back seat. The manly scent filled in my lungs but I did not hate it.

If I had not seen Mr. Imran, I would refuse the offer because it sound too much but since that was not the case, I decided to accept it. It also seems like Erin did her best to ask her brother because their conversation took longer. It would be a shame to say no.

"I live in Orange Street inside Evercolor Village, Uhm... Erin's brother" I gulped as I finish saying those words.

"Pftttt" Erin snorted but she held her laugh

"I mean, Av, Ave... Averin" I resigned my self from trying "Sorry I don't know what to call you" I look down my feet. I had no idea how would I call her brother.

"Don't worry Yan, my brother just look scary but a very kind-hearted man"

I glance to Erin. The awkwardness filled in the atmosphere that made me want the ground to eat me up. I wondered why was I born awkward like this. Erin's a total opposite of me that is why I love being with her presence.

In my peripheral vision, I saw Erin's brother gaze towards me through the mirror. My eyes were outside searching for Mr. Imran. I am not curious about his whereabouts but I wanted to know if he was looking at me all the way here.

"Don't pry your friend too much Ave"

A deep voice uttered. It was him, Erin's older brother. I was surprised by his sudden words. My body relaxed a bit because his sentence has given me an assurance that he is not that mad for taking me back home. He seems to witness my reaction.

He started the engine and said:

"Colton Jace"

I stared at him on the front mirror wondering what he said

"Call me Colton Jace. You can shorten it if you want"

I realized he was talking about his name. I remembered, I have not introduce myself to him yet. I wanted to smack my head for being slow. I retorted back by saying:

"Kenya Heartfilia, You can call me Yan, Yanyan or Yannie"

"He would not seem to follow" He was looking on the side mirror on the passenger's sideI was confused so I asked him what he meant "What is it?"

"I wonder if Ave has forced you to be friend with her"

Erin protested at him. I wanted to laugh but I hold it down. Looking at Colton, he does not seem to be overbearing. He seem nice and kind too. It was the seriousness on his face that made him more matured and difficult to approach.

I genuinely smile at them before answering him:

"I actually like Erin's presence as I don't talk too much"

Erin's eyes sparkled like a child hearing a praise. Colton's eyes examined my reaction for some time through the mirror. When he was satisfied for what he saw, a smirk crossed his lips.

Through the mirror, I study his face. He has a black hair that high lightened his facial features. He has a long, dark and thick eyelashes which flutters every time he blink. His eyebrows were also thick that it look like a black worm stuck on top of his eyes. The bridge of his nose was perfectly align like it was carved by a professional sculptor. His thin lips was so beautiful that it almost look like of a woman.

I take my eyes off of him as he might find it rude that I stared at him.