Love Me Anyway (A student-teacher relationship)

Chapter Twelve

The song on the side is one of my favorites. Listen to it! It also goes pretty well with the story too, which is always a plus ;)

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There was a slight throb in my head as I opened my eyes, nothing t o unbearable. Nicole would be suffering though. Per my suggestion, we had snuck out of the room late at night and broke into Shianne’s ever-so-bounteous liquor supply. I was lucky enough to have a high alcohol tolerance, but Nicole… Well, I pitied her right about now.

She stayed safely asleep for around another hour though, before the sunlight roused her to awareness. She grumbled, pulling a pillow over her head, and then throwing the very same pillow at me when I laughed at her.

“Can’t the sun just take a day off?” she moaned, rolling onto her back and squinting at the ceiling.

“Well you shouldn’t have drunk so much,” I scolded teasingly, sitting on the foot of the bed.

“You’re chipper this morning,” she growled, glaring at me.

“It seems like a good day,” I said, grinning.

“Well it’s going to have to be a good day without me,” she moaned, pressing her palms to her temples. “I’m going to go home. Nurse this hangover.”

“Do you have to?” I asked her, the day ahead of me looking slightly more boring if I didn’t have company. She gave me a flat look.

“With you in this mood? Yes.”

“Fine then,” I sighed, crossing my arms.

Nicole gathered up her stuff, and I showed her to the door.

“See you Monday,” I said.

“Whatever,” she mumbled, walking out the door and down the drive.

“Text me!” I called after her. She cringed visibly, and waved a hand over her shoulder to show that she had heard me. Yeah, she wasn’t going to text me. But whatever.

I shut the door behind me, still laughing a little, and ran up the stairs to my room. I pulled my guitar out, and panned on going down to this small park, not too far away, to play. I dashed back down the stairs, almost succeeding in falling on my face, but managed to skip the last few steps and keep running. I ended up at the park completely out of breath, and slumped against a tree away from the other people. God I was really unfit. I gave myself a minute to regain my breath before I pulled my guitar out. I did I quick check on its tune, and it was bad enough that I decided to adjust it. I really needed to get a tuner. Tuning by ear without any sort of reference was beyond hard.

I sighed with that done, and pulled my phone from my pocket, looking at my previous texts. It was nagging me even through me good mood, the way Josh had dismissed me last night. For a moment I had thought…

But that was stupid.

He’s your teacher, Cynthia, I told myself. Again and again I was failing to think of him that way. What Nicole had said last nigh, “He’ll come around.” For a moment, I had believed her, which was horrible. I shouldn’t even look at him that way, and if he looked at me that way, he would loose his job

“Go to sleep” he had told me. It might just as well of been “Go away.”

But just for a moment, I had thought…

I tossed my phone into the grass. What a stupid, pointless thing to worry about. Josh was my teacher, and maybe I didn’t see him like that, but no doubt he saw me as his emotionally unstable, teenaged student. I told myself again and again that he didn’t care, that the concern he showed was just the same concern any human being with a soul would show to girl who was being beat. But you know that part of you that runs into overdrive whenever you like someone? The part of you the dissects everything they do, and makes it seem like just maybe they like you, even though logic shouts no? That part was taking over.