The Teachers Assistant

chapter 8 part 1

I walk into the house and close and lock the door. I lean against the door and rub my face then my hair with my hands. I groan. Why did life have to be so hard? Why did it have to be filled with so many hard decisions? Right now I needed to figure out which guy I wanted to be with. Mark: a really attractive guy who I had a descent past with or my fiancé, Drake whom I like, but may not actually love. If I ended up choosing Mark though would he run away with my memories if something happened? I wasn't too sure and I honestly I had no clue on what I should do. It was moments like this that I wish I had a girlfriend like Sophia to talk to. I needed to catch up with her a.s.a.p.!

I push myself off the door and walk towards the kitchen. Mark gets up off the couch and follows me. Right now I knew exactly what needed to happen. We....

"We need to talk." he tells me.

I raise an eyebrow at him and turn around. How did he know I was going to say that? Maybe we were thinking the same thing at this moment.

I turned around to face him except he doesn't stop walking. He walks right into me knocking me over. I close my eyes waiting for the floor to come in contact with my head. I feel his two strong arms wrap around me, one behind my head and one in the small of my back. He catches me though before my head hits the ground. I open my eyes and look at him. He’s smiling that gorgeous heart melting smile of his. I raise my hand to try to hit him on the side of his face but he blocks it before I can. I sigh.

“You know it would be sooo much easier to talk if you would remove your nice body from mine.” I say, winking and pushing off of him.

He chuckles and I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to make myself some food. Big mistake though because I see a dead guy’s head on a platter with blood dripping from it into another bowl below it. I slam the door closed and quickly run down the hallway past Mark into the bathroom and throw up everything I had ever eaten in my life. Not really, it just felt like that. Every time I thought I was done throwing up another wave of nausea followed by more vomiting would happen.

The bathroom door creeks open and I lean my head against the bathroom wall holding my stomach. It literally felt like it was going to burst through my abdomen. What was wrong with me? I guess I had a weak stomach or I don’t know maybe it was the fact that a dead hairy guy’s head was on a plate dripping with blood in my kitchen.

“I guess I should have warned you about that, again.” He says, running his hands through his hair with a strained look on his face. “If and when you’re hungry again I’ll make you something to eat so you don’t have to come in contact with that… that thing. I try to get rid of that as soon as possible. Ok?” he tells me.

I lean against the wall and he tries to help me up. I shove him away and I feel a little dizzy. I lean against the sink and look at my face in the mirror… ugh what a mistake, I looked awful. I splash my face with cold water then brush my teeth thoroughly. I grab a towel and dry my face and walk past Mark and go into my bedroom. I lie down on the bed and place the towel over my face.

"So talk. Tell me all the answers to my burning questions.” I say aloud.

I hear shuffling of feet then feel the end of the bed sink in. I lift a corner of the towel and peek to look at him. He’s looking at the wall ahead of him and has a blank face.

"Ok. I know I shouldn't be the guy to be trusting in but I will never hurt you again, well take your memories away and leave you that is.  I will be with you every step of the way if you chose me. Don’t act like I don't know your contemplating every option on who's the guy you should chose. I think that you should give me another chance.  I know what's at stake here: your engagement, your career, and you never knowing if I'm telling the truth or not. Can you just see past all that and give me another chance. I was serious when I said that I will always love you. I may be a jerk who has slept around and all but all I can think about is you." he tells me.

 I groan loudly. Why did life have to be so difficult? I mean I really do want to give Mark another chance but would I risk a maybe relationship and possibly lose everything. It won't be easy dating a student or breaking up an engagement to an amazingly awesome guy. The thing was though I think my feelings were stronger towards Mark then they were towards Drake. I don’t want to keep dragging Drake along either I needed to end this with him fast before someone got hurt,  or worse people found out I was having relations with a student.

I couldn’t believe what I was about to say until it was said aloud.

"I'll give you a chance Mark, because deep down I still love you." I say. What followed after that still shocks me still to this day. “But I'm still keeping my engagement to Drake. Here’s the deal, I’ll date both of you for two weeks.  At the end of the two weeks I will decide who I will dump and who I will stick with.  This way I can see who I truly love more. Also that means no sex, believe me I don't like it but I just think it’s fair to both of y'all if we just wait on that." I explain to Mark.

I lift the towel of my face and he's smirking from ear to ear. “Sounds great to me except, I don’t think that Drake should know about any of this at all.” He says.

I nod my head, “of course especially since you’re my student, he can't know about this. This plan also gives me enough time to choose one of you two before my brothers come back." I tell him.

We smile at each other and all I'm hoping is that this plan somehow works and doesn't backfire on me.

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