Should I? (Student/Teacher)

Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Twelve

I finished the last bite of my lasagne and then put the knife and fork onto the clean plate. I was quite full but it was so delicious that I wanted more, however I couldn't fit it in even if I tried. I can't believe that he knows how to cook. I didn't think that he was the type.

"You done?" Mr Schmidt or Carter or Phil asked me. I nodded and he began to stand up whilst taking the plates. "I better start clearing up then"

"I'll dry" I said, trying to be a good visitor and standing up from the seat.

"No. You're the guest, you're not supposed to help with the cleaning" he explained from the sink, turning his head to face me, which now had a smirk on. I walked over to him and stood on the left of the sink.

"Then what do I do whilst you're doing something?" I complained, in a joking manner.

"Nothing, you can just sit and wait"

"No, I want to help" I insisted, picking up what I assumed would be the drying cloth and started to dry the knives and forks he had washed already.

"Fine then" he said.

"Thank you" I said in one of those sarcastic tones, but not really that sarcastic.

"Someone's a bit stubborn" he mumbled, but I still heard him.

"Hey! I heard that" I shouted, deciding to put my hand underneath the tap and then flicked some water at him. I smirked and laughed, when he quickly put the plate he was washing back down in the sink and took a step back, whilst gasping. He turned his head to look at me, making our eyes meet again. They were very mesmerising; I could get lost in them. The brown colour was like ones that I had not seen before, they were so dreamy. Before I knew it I felt something cold land on my face. My draw dropped and I let out a little scream, also gasping.

"You deserved that" he said, sounding quite proud of himself. I think that a water fight had just commenced.

"Oh, it's on now" I said, making an expression on my face, running my hand under the water, trying to gather as much as I could by cupping my hands. The water overfilled my cupped-hands and I lifted them up, throwing the water at him. Before I knew it, he was drenched. I felt slightly guilty throwing so much water at him, but then again it was so funny. For a split second my face fell into a shocked one, however soon after I bursted into laughter and couldn't keep a straight face. Until I felt a large splash of water on myself.

"Got ya back" he said whilst laughing.

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We continued to splash each other for a solid 5 or more minutes, till he said "Stop it! I'm drenched already", turning the tap off and holding his hands up in the air in defeat. To be fair, he is pretty wet.

"Fine" I said looking at him, seeing the outline of his abs through his wet shirt. I'd never seen any as good as his. I pulled myself back into reality and said "Only if you say 'I win'".

"Okay" he said lowering his arms back to his sides, but I could tell something was weird. " 'I win' "

"That's not what I meant and you know it" I remarked. "Say 'Octavia wins' "

"If I say it, will you promise that you'll stop soaking me with water?"

I nodded in response and said "I promise", with an innocent smile on my face.

"For some reason I don't believe that, but I'll take it anyway" he said shrugging his shoulders. "Octavia wins" he finally admitted, rolling his eyes. I knew I wouldn't get any better than that.

"Thank you" I said in a sweet voice, smiling afterwards.

"But don't think that I won't get you back" he replied, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Well it's getting to 9 o'clock. I guess I should take you back to your house?" I didn't really want to go back, but I also didn't want to say anything so I just nodded. "Err...I think I should probably get changed" he said whilst looking down at the wet state he was in. "You should too"

I furrowed my eyebrows at him in confusion. "Did you forget that my clothes aren't here?" I said sort of in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh right, forgot about that. Err...you can borrow a t-shirt of mine"

"Okay" I said, not knowing what I should've said. He walked over to his bedroom and I closely followed him. He opened the middle draw and pulled out two white t-shirts, handing one of them to me. I noticed that most of the t-shirts he had were either white, grey or black, as he closed the draw. "Great range of colours"

"Aha, I know. What can I say? I just love these colours." he said, laughing a little. "You can change in here and I'll go to the bathroom; I can't guarantee that the shirt will fit" I nodded as he began to walk over to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I quickly pulled off my school tie and shirt, and popped on his clean white shirt. It was a bit too big for me, however it just looked like a baggy shirt. I picked up my school clothes and walked out of the bedroom. I went over to get my school bag, when I noticed that Carter left a gap in the bathroom door. I could see him taking his drenched shirt off, pulling it over his head, revealing his amazing abs. My jaw dropped and my heartbeat rose. Damn. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I watched him. He put his wet shirt down and pulled on the fresh white t-shirt. He straightened it up before picking up his wet one. I saw him turn his head, ready to go out the door, when I quickly grabbed my bag and walked back over to the living room; my heart still pounding, hoping that he didn't notice me.

"You ready?" he asked whilst running his hand though his hair in an enchanting way. I nodded, unable to form any words.