My father rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. "Him again? Mr....Tiller, is it?"
"It's Miller," I laughed, grabbing a Sunny-D out of the fridge. I sat down across from him and continued, "And yes, him again. Ughh..Bothering about how my work isn't good enough or whatever."
"Why don't I just settle the matter and rough him up a little?" He asked, taking a boxer's stance and jokingly punching the air.
"Yeah and my life and education would come to an end," I muttered, thinking that my father could really hurt him a lot more than a little.
Standing at a tall 6'2, total of 200 pounded muscle, my father was a true sight to behold. He looked a lot like Hayden, I pondered. Same button nose, curly black hair, wide grin, and tall frame. The only differences were that Hayden was a light caramel, and my dad a medium chocolate.
Besides my small button nose, I had inherited everything from my mother. Same black hair, mine a bit more curly, bright green eyes, and small pink lips. As I spoke, my twin herself bounced happily through the door and gave me a light peck on the head. "Amethyst, how are you?"
"Good, mom, thanks. How was your day?" I asked, smiling up at my small mother's lean figure.
"Fine, thank-you. I have great news to tell you all!" She clapped her hands excitedly. "Hayden, Hayden honey get down here!"
We all heard a small grumbled and a shuffling of steps. Followed by a clattering sound, most like a spoon and bowl, and a mumble of, "Shit." Hayden came down the stairs and very ungraciously flopped down on a chair. "Sup, Moms," he said, nodding at her unceremoniously.
"Boy, you better show your mother some respect," my father grumbled, smacking Hayden in the back of the head. I snickered and he shot me a look of disgust.
Hayden walked over and put an arm around my mother, giving her a peck on the cheek. She smiled up at him and said, "OK, Ok! I'm so excited! I...I'm opening my own buisness!" She nearly jumped up in her excitement.
"Oh my God! Mom, congratulations!!" I was so happy for her, she had wanted this for over six months.
"Aww, thank-you, honey," my mother said tearfully, pulling me into a hug. My father beamed knowingly as the four of us embraced in a warm group hug. It was obvious he had already learned the good news.
"You guys are my biggest inspiration," my mother choked, eyes flooding. "I want you all to be there when 'Lila's Jewelry Shop," opens on Friday!"
Hayden smiled and said, "We will." He jumped up suddenly and said, "I'll go down to Betty's to get you some flowers, Mom," he said, giving her a warm squeeze.
"Too late," my father joked, pulling out a bouquet of white roses from behind him. "Here you go, baby," he said, giving her a small kiss. That was all they did then, but I could tell by the looks in their glittering eyes that there was much, MUCH more to come. :P
Everything and everyone couldn't be more happy. It would be a day to remember. The rest of the night we spent watching the game (Hayden's idea) and watching old home videos of us. There was one extremely embarrassing one where Hayden and I had been dancing around the house, just wearing a pair of underwear and white socks. Eww. I blushed while Hayden said admiringly, "Damn, I was packin'!"
Uggh.
That night, I fell asleep and had sweet dreams, mainly of my wonderful family.
That would all change the next day because of one person.
Yup. You guessed it.
Mr. Miller the Bitch.
It had all started in sixth period, Physics, with Mr. O'Brian. Let's just say he was an extremely pudgy and boring version of Horatio Cane from CSI : Miami.
"So, as you look at-." Mr. O'Brian was cut short by a knock on the door. He rubbed his temple and muttered, "Come in, if you must."
"Thank-you, sir," I heard an obnoxious and surprisingly familiar husky voice. In came Mr. Miller, smiling and placing his hands behind back.
"What do you need?" Mr. O'Brian asked.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm going to have to bother a certain student for just a second." I could by his smartass look that I was the student that was going to get bugged the shit out of.
"And who might that be? Have a note?" Mr. O'Brian asked irritatedly.
"An Amy..AMETHYST Campbell, and yes, I do," he answered, handing him a green note.
Mr. O. eyed it and said, in a somewhat bored voice, "Ms. Campbell? An overdue homework assignment? That doesn't sound like you at all. Very well. Get on with it, then."
As he turned back to the board, Mr. Miller smiled at me and beckoned, mouthing, "Come on."
WTF?
I followed Mr. Miller to his classroom, room 23. It was at the far east corner, next to the huge gym. We went inside and I saw a darkened classroom with many vacant seats. I thought he had class? "I don't have any students, sixth period," he said, answering my puzzled look.
"Oh," I mumbled, dreading every moment with him. As he went over to the windows and brightened them up, I sat at a desk and analyzed his every move. Yes, he was quite handsome, but I hated him too much to go any farther than that. He had light brown hair that was smooth in the back and spiked in the front, with natural golden streaks running through it. A chiseled jaw, cut body, and tall frame. Kinda of like my dad, but a bit shorter. With his smooth lines of plushy pink lips, I had to AT LEAST admit that he was fine. Very fine.
He noticed my gaze and pointed to the chair directly next to his big arm chair. "Over here. I can't talk to you from all the way over there," he joked, beckoning to me.
I nodded nervously and clunked over. After analyzing him for such a long time, I guess I had noticed his true...charm. Shit, I was sweating out of control.
He smiled at me as I took a seat. "Amethyst," he said, giving me a "See, I remembered," look. I nodded and smiled a little. Still nervous. "I wanted to talk to you on your Romeo and Juliet essay. I genuinely.." he hesitated and I gave him a hopeful look. "Liked it. Just liked it. That's all I could say about it because-." He noticed the hurt look on my face and said, "On another note, your book review on Dracula- the revised version- much better than the first. I honestly enjoyed it," he added, giving me a twinkly smile.
God, that was so hot....WHAT?! This is Mr. Bitch, Mr. Killer! The asshole you hate!...But why is he being so..sweet, I couldn't help thinking.
I smiled back and said, "Thanks, I get the criticism worked." WTF was I saying? His criticisms used to make me cry and take hour long showers! We shared a laugh and I looked up nervously at him. He smiled down at me and we stared at each other for a moment. We actually shared a moment. Dear God. I looked into his deep, deep hazel eyes and nearly got lost in the pools of sun-kissed honey. I just wanted to sink into their warm glow.
I didn't even notice a small strand of hair escape from my ear and fall over my left eye. He slowly reached over and brushed it away. I blushed furiously but her wasn't done yet. He brushed my face again. gently outlining my jaw and cheeks with his thumb and smiling warmly down at me.
He moved his hand down, then. To my shoulders, which he gently smoothed out and massaged, his hands so gentle, like dough. I felt a million tingles run through my spine and my hear race uncontrollably.
Suddenly, we were snapped out of it by the sound of the school bell. It was time for my next period. Mr. Miller snatched his hand back and stared at his hands. As if to say, "What the hell were you two doing?"
I jumped up. Then, remembering my manners, said, "I'm sorry..I have.." I stopped as if not knowing what to say. God, I could tell that I was making him even more uncomfortable. *JUST SAY I HAVE PE! SAY IT DUMBASS!* i shouted in my head.
"You'd better get going," he said, breaking the odd silence. I nodded and go I did. I left the room, nearly shaking with surprise.
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