Age Is Just A Number (teacher/student romance)

Chapter three

*Pic on the side is of Chase

Alright guys, I rewrote this chapter quite a few times, I'm finally slightly satisfied! 

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I woke up the next morning in a complete sweat and feeling nauseous. I got up and walked to the restroom. I looked into the mirror and saw purple bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and my face looked pale, not to mention I had the worst headache possible. I splashed cold water onto my face to wake me up. I heard my mom call from downstairs, "Willow! Get up! It's 7:30!" I walked outside my room and tried to yell back that I was too sick, but it turned into volent coughing. I walked back into my room and sat down on my bed. I felt so tired. I reached over the headboard of my bed and opened my window. Luckily it rainy outside so I wasn't met with bright sunshine. I looked out onto the wet pavement and counted the cars that drove by...one....two...three...four... I soon got bored and layed back down. I closed my eyes for what seemed like a few seconds and was out cold.

I woke up later that day to my mother shaking me, "Honey, you need to get up and get ready! We have a guest coming for dinner!" "What? How long have I been asleep?" I replied startled.

"You've been asleep all day, honey. I came in this morning to wake you but you were passed out and your forehead was burning. I decided you needed the sleep. How are you feeling?"

"I'm...actually feel a lot better," I admitted, realizing my headache was gone, "thank you for letting me sleep, ma. It's only the second day, but I'm sure I'm not going to miss much. When is dinner?"

"In an hour, you should take a shower though, you kinda stink. No offense honey" she said with a joking smile and kissed me on the forehead.

When she left I got up and made my way to the restroom. I took my time peeling off my clothes and waiting for the shower to get warm, I didn't feel like being in a rush, and I was still pretty calmed from the long nap I'd taken today. When I was done showering I wrapped a towel around my hair and body. I went to my closet to pick out something to wear. I should have asked my mom who was coming over and what to wear. Was it someone she was hoping to impress? My father died a few years back from lung cancer. She's never been the same since. Well, maybe I should say WE have never been the same. I loved my dad so much. He death was so....sudden. When we finally found out about his cancer it was in the very last stages. It was one of the worst things I've ever been through. Ever since that it's just been my mom and I. What if she WAS trying to impress someone tonight? Maybe it's not like that at all...maybe it's just a friend from her work. Ugh, I'm over thinking this, and with that I grabbed a nice top and a pair of black skinny jeans. I made my way back to the bathroom and got dressed. I took my hair out of the towel and blow-dried until it was dry. I then combed out the tangles and made a part to one side. I then applied a little eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara and lip gloss. I pulled on a pair of my converse and made my way downstairs.

I walked into the kitchen, following the sent of chicken breast with mashed potato's. I grabbed some dishes and quickly set the table, glancing over at the clock: 6:53.

"Who exactly is coming over?" I asked curiously when my mom walked in. "Oh, just a new neighbor from across the street. Just want them to feel at home in this neighborhood!" she replied enthusiastically. "Oh, alright." I replied with a smile, not really thinking over what she had just said.

I looked back at the clock: 6:58. And just at that moment the doorbell rang. I ran back upstairs quickly to go make sure my hair still looked good and to get some flowers from my mothers room which she said was for the guest. I slowly made my way back downstairs and into the kitchens. I was looking down at the flowers, picking at a loose petal, and when I looked up I stopped dead in my tracks. I saw none other than the back of Mr Garner who was talking to my mom.