How can I not love you? (Student/Teacher)

Six

It was the next morning and I had a huge hangover. My head was banging like hell.
When I came home last night my dad and mom were both asleep. I was surprised they were both home for once, but hope they won't ask any questions about where I was. My parents hate party's, especially with teenagers.

I stepped out of bed and walked straight to the shower, hoping it would make me feel better. It didn't.
I just put on a sweater and leggings, I looked the same as I felt. Trash.

"Goodmorning younglady. Where were you last night and why were you home so late?" My dad asks as I walk into the kitchen.

"I was out, with friends."

"Out? As in a party?"

"Yes, as in a party dad. I can do whatever the hell I want and beside it's not like you guys care about what I do anyway so don't go acting like a protective parent."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that Josephine! Your mom and I care about you a lot."

"Oh so thats why she's already gone to work and you haven't unpacked your bags yet. Let me guess you have a flight again?"

"Yes I do, but our works doesn't mean we don't care about you. We work so we can afford a house, food, clothing etc."

"Oh give me a break. Go to your stupid work, I'm out." And I slammed the door behind me as I walked outside.

I'm so fucking done with them. They don't care about what I do. They want me to get good grades and be the perfect daughter, but all they do is look after themselves.

-

It was last period and I had class of Dr. Hale. My head was still banging so I couldn't concentrate on anything he said. I knew he noticed that I felt awful but I didn't want to look at him. On my way over to school I cried like a baby and my eyes were still a bit puffy of it. Stupid parents.

"Josephine, are you okay?" I heard Brandon whisper in my ear from behind me.

I turned around and just looked at him pointing at my face. "Does this look like I feel good to you?"

"You look like shit, what the hell happened with you?" He giggled.

"Don't even get me started." And I started giggling too.

"Miss Wester and Mr Aaron, save the conversation for later please."

I turned back around and just stared at my table again. He couldn't see me like this, especially since what he said to me yesterday. I still don't know if he meant it or not but I'm not gonna ask him, I'll just blame the alcohol.

Finally the bell rang, "Okay class don't forget to read page 30 to 36, I'll give up an assignment about it tomorrow. Oh miss Wester can I talk to you for a second?"

I sighed and walked over to him, still not looking him into his eyes.

"Look at me Josephine, I know something is going on. Tell me, please."

I looked at him but immediately regretted it. I bursted out in crying.
He stood up from his chair and pulled me into his arms and stroke my back. "Shh, it'll be fine. Please talk to me."

"I'm s... so sorry you h.. have to s.. see me like this." I say stuttering.

"Shhh, just let it go. I don't mind, I think its so beautiful you show your emotions"

I cried even harder now. I don't know why but suddenly everything was just too much. I missed my home, friends and family in Orlando, my parents were too busy with work instead of their own damn child and the fucking hangover didn't help either.

I let go of him and looked into his eyes and started talking about my life in Orlando, why we moved, about the way my parents acted and that I didn't know what to do anymore. I wanted to start over here, to be a girl people liked. I even hoped that it would be better here.

"Jezus, that's a lot to take in. I totally understand how you feel and I want you to know that you're not alone. You can always come talk to me Josephine." He grabbed my face in between his hands and looked deep into my eyes. "I'm sure you're hangover is not really helping all of this is it?" He joked and I laughed.

"See there is that beautiful smile."

"Thank you sir."

"You're very welcome dear. Please keep on going like you do, I'm sure you're parents care about you. However I do think they could be there more for you. Are they home today?"

"Nope." I just said not really wanted to talk about it even more.

"Come I'll drive you home, as I'm not drunk anymore I can." And he winked at me.
I laughed "I'd like that. This really helped you know."

"I'm glad it did."

-

After helping Dr. Hale, or Daniel as I'm 'allowed' to say now, with cleaning the classroom he drove us home. It was a quiet ride but I didn't really mind, I enjoyed his company. I had just thrown my heart out at him and it felt good to let go of all the emotions I had cropped up, but I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

"Do you wanna stay for dinner?" He asked when we arrived. "I'm sure my mom won't mind." He continued when he saw I was doubting it.

He was my teacher after all, but you know what. We were not in school right now and this was just a kind gesture from one of my neighbors.

"Yes, I'd like that very much." And I smiled at him looking deep into his beautiful eyes.