His Little Secret (Teacher/Student)

Ch3: The Leader

"Are you even listening to me?"

Here I was rambling on to Amy while she concentrated on her phone. Sometimes I just wanted to chuck that thing out of a window.

"Yeah. You were saying how you have a hot new ceramics teacher that is totally too young to even have a teaching degree. See, I pay attention sometimes." I rolled my eyes and plopped down on the end of the bed.

"I never said that he was 'hot', I just said he wasn't ugly." Amy gave me the 'are you serious' look.

"The way that you were practically fantasizing over him says otherwise."

"Haha, very funny," I sarcastically responded, "besides, dating a teacher is like illegal. Not saying that I would, but I'm still a minor anyways so.." Amy shrugged her shoulders before finally looking away from her phone. She pursed her lips as if she were in deep thought.

"This is a weird question, but would you ever date Alex?" I looked at her like she grew two heads. I started to laugh, thinking that there was no way she was being serious. My laughter started to die when I realized that she was in fact, serious.

"Amy, sweetheart. I've known that boy for too long to even consider him more than a friend."

"He flirts with you all the time. And don't you try to deny it because it's so obvious!" Amy stressed her words as she spoke.

"It's all jokes."

"Not for him." I bit down on my lip in thought. Of course I've noticed Alex's playful flirting but I never took it seriously. It was just Alex being Alex.

"If he liked me then I'd know. Trust me when I say that he'd make a statement." Amy slowly nodded her head in understanding.

"I guess." she shrugged, dropping the topic. Her phone lit up and she looked at the message.

"Crap," she groaned, "mom wants me home."

"See ya, hun." I walked her to the door and waved her goodbye. Once I was sure that she made it to her car safely, I walked to the kitchen. I was in the mood for left over pasta. If I waited another day or two to finish it, it would probably spoil.

It was getting late and my mom still wasn't home. She worked from eight-thirty a.m. to nine p.m. on weekdays. Some people think that because of this, I stay out late doing things I'm not suppose to. Unfortunately my life is so boring that sometimes I stay up and wait for her to come home.

Sometimes I think that my mom is the reason I have such a closed off life. She raised me all on her own which made us have a strong relationship. As a kid, I would choose her over attending birthday party's and normal kid stuff. She would always tell me that I was different but in a good way. I still think that was her nice way of calling me weird. Now that I'm older, I've tried harder to be open minded and outgoing but it's hard to change who you are.

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The next morning I woke up peacefully. Oddly peacefully.

I stood up and stretched before looking to my nightstand. There was a piece of paper that had been torn off from a notebook. I picked it to see my moms neat cursive handwriting with a twenty dollar bill beneath it.

Sorry I didn't grace you with my morning call that I know you love (mama sarcasm). I had to leave early for work and won't be back till later tonight. Here's a 20 for pizza and don't stay up waiting for me.

Love you sugar bear,
-Mama

I internally groaned at my nickname that I still haven't outgrown. You'd think that once I hit age twelve that she'd find something else to call me, but no.