The teachers ways

Tate-7

Yesterday was manic. Nearly showing off my relationship-thing to my best friends and one of their random hook ups.

Monday. A little secret about me. I LOVE MONDAYS. Always have always will, it's a new week a new chance to reinvent yourself.
This Monday was different I have a grey cloud hanging over me, the secret. I couldn't keep this hanging over my head I would have a break down. Sociology was my first class. An hour and a half of dragging on about what we did last lesson as a 'recap' it's utter bullshit though, it's just because we had a cover teacher. French next, I sat down at the central table next to Devon ( another friend) I reach for my book in my bag and pencil case. It was about 25 minutes into the lesson before a knock on the door occurs
"May Aurora smyth please come to upper school office" a tall individual says. I give on exhausted look and start to pack my things away. Before I leave my French room I hand in my slip that says I can go to Paris. I push the door open with annoyance and start walking down the hall before a hand grabs my wrist.

I let out a small squeal out of shock.
"What the..." I exclaimed before focusing on the face that grabbed my wrist.
"Tate what are you doing, I need french as a GCSE" I moan
"We need to talk seriously" he replies
"Fine let's go quickly"

We leave school and walk into a cafe that sits next to a park
(A= aurora and T=Tate)
"So..." -t
"So what you asked me here"-a
"What happened "- t
"You're just a little too clingy and it's rude asking girls for sex"-a
"I'm so sorry. I just got a little to top heavy and heated because I like you so much"-t
"Yeah same but I LIKED you. If you didn't know liked was past tense" - a
"Please let me make it up to you"- t
"I dunno"-a
We sat discussing what when wrong and how we could improve it, little did he know he was just a cover up.
"Okay, I'll tell you what meet me at Alston 8pm Friday night"-a
"Perfect " he says hugging me
I look down at me phone 14:37
"Uggggg I've missed most of English" I groan. I collect my bag and start to walk back to school.

As I push the wooden classroom door open, a silence spreads
"Miss smyth. You're very late" mr. Griffin complains
"Sorry sir". I say taking my seat.
"Where have you been?" Jack questions me.
"I've just been having a talk with Tate and we set up a date for Friday" I replied
"Nice"
"Guys let's keep this type of talk for home" mr. Griffin tells us
'Shit he's just Hurd all of that since he's standing right in front of us' I think