The Teacher's Pet

Chapter 3

"Ready bitch?" That was Erica, sitting on her bed, criss cross apple sauce style and stuffing her face with stale popcorn.

Dee smacks her, not liking Erica's endearment for me.

"I need to eat something before I go," I worry. I don't want my stomach bitching at me in front of others. It is finally time for me to go to the fancy side of town and get my lazy ass to work. But before that I needed some carbs to help get me through the day.

"Don't worry, the UberEATS guy is on his way," Delilah comforts me.

"Great, now tell me. How do I look?" I say putting on my favorite pair of earings on. They were tiny rosegold ball studs that screamed sophisticated. I turn and pose for them to fully appreciate my outfit. The crisp, white shirt with gold buttons I wore was tucked into a navy blue skirt that accentuated my hips but was long enough that it wouldn't be considered scandalous for a high school setting. I loved the way they made my legs look especially with my red peep toe heels. The outfit was completed with a red tote bag from gucci.

"You look hot." I frowned at Erica.

"I'm aiming for professional." I tell her.

"You're like a sexy office lady," Dee tells me. "Except for one thing," she says biting her bottom lip and reaching towards my head.

"Let go of that hair," she says in disapproval of my bun and let's my brown, curly hair cascade down my back. I look back into the mirror and stare into brown, almost hazel, eyes that contrasted nicely with my tanned skin. They were decorated with eyeliner and mascara and my lips were painted a very nice shade of red with Dee's MAC matte lipstick called "Studded Kiss".

"You have beautiful hair. It's a waste putting it up like that," Dee tells me stroking my hair.

"Thanks," I say leaning into her and sighing in relief that I have them here to help me. They really are wonderful. How did I manage so many years without them?

Knock knock

"He's here! I'll open the door," Dee says pushing me away and dashing out the door.

Well okay then.

"She's excited," I murmur more to myself than anything, running my fingers through my hair a bit. But Erica hears me and fills me in on the gossip.

"It's cause Jesse ordered from UberEATS once and the guy who delivered the food had "godly good looks" so ever since then she becomes excited. She's hoping to meet the guy again."

Jesse was a good friend of ours and the last addition to our little clique. We are actually a clique of six but I've yet to let the others know I'm here. The thing about Jesse is that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His father is a millionaire and by default so is he. How did we get to know him? Jesse managed to get kicked out of three private all-boy schools and so his parents dumped him in a public school as "punishment" or something. We actually didn't like him at first. Being a snob and all, but one thing led to another and well, now we are best of friends.

"Godly good looks huh?" Maybe I should have gone with her.

"He's handsome but not our type," she says reading the sparkle in my eyes and immediately killing it. Oh?

"Think white frat boy," she tells me also killing any curiosity I had.

"Ugh."

"Yeah."

Totally not my type.

Delilah came in seconds later holding a plastic bag with bold words that read IHOP and looking quite dejected. I put my arm around her and we both sat on the edge of Erica's bed.