In love with my teacher//Raulson

Chapter 5

(Lilly's pov)

Math was hell, I'm pretty sure I slept throughout the whole class: I really should've slept last night but I just couldn't. My favorite teacher wasn't gonna be a part of my day anymore.

The bell woke me up-- actually, it scared me up. I picked up my binder, put it in my backpack and tried to get out of there as fast as possible, but of course, life never worked out how I wanted.

"Ms.Rabe," Mr. Peterson said quietly.

I stood there and waited for him to say something, but it never happened, I was losing patience and I couldn't afford to be late to another class.

"What do you want?" I said shifting on one leg and sighing.

"Someone's in a rush, huh?" He said, looking up.

"Well yeah, I don't need another tardy in any other class, I already have one detention," I said.

"Ah, if only you had that attitude when you're on your way to my class." He said, not even bothering to make eye contact with me.

"Well maybe if you made class more interesti--never mind, what's this about?" I said, eager to leave, this man was starting to creep me out.

He looked up at me. "Speaking of tardy's, what's going on with you? You've been late 7 times and you're failing my class right now. Do you need any extra assistance in here, or are you simply just not trying?" He asks, sitting on his desk with his arms crossed.

I had no answer to that one. It's not that I hated his class to the point where I refused to do any work but I just really never thought about my grades or never even paid enough attention in class to even realize we had homework in the first place.

There was silence until Peterson took a breath "Listen, Rabe, I know you're not stupid, you did spectacularly in my class freshman year, so what's up?" He asked.

There was silence again, as much as I didn't want to be having this conversation, that wasn't why I wasn't answering. I genuinely didn't know.

"Is it because you find my class boring?" He asks.

I shook my head.

"Is it because you just don't want to do any work?" He asks again.

I shook my head again.

"Are things okay at home?" He asks, in a deeper; more genuine tone.

I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with a fossil who always smelled like Pina colada and dressed like he was in his mid 20's. He did look good for his age though, he barely had any wrinkles, no bags under his eyes, his teeth were still sparkly white and he was in pretty good shape.

I glanced at a picture hanging up at the corner of his room, he explained many times that the man was him when he was younger but I never really cared enough to study the picture.

He was at the beach with his shirt off and a surfboard at his side. He was hot and muscly. And that's saying a lot coming from a girl who's a sucker for girls.

"That's what I thought," He said, sighing.

I snapped out of my trance and instantly regretted falling into in the first place, he'd obviously mistaken my silence for something that never came out of my mouth.

I got scared, really scared. Usually when you go to school and tell them your family was abusing you or something was wrong at home they had to get CPS involved.

I didn't want that, I didn't want to be taken away from my father, sure he was a drunk but he was a good drunk and I loved him more than life itself.

"No—" he cut me off.

"My daughter's a licensed therapist, you can go to her if you need someone to talk to, she works here and her roo-" I cut him off as well.

"No, Mr.Peterson, everything's alright at home, I don't need a therapist, thank you though, I have to go," I said rushing out of the room. Evan was outside waiting for me.

"Hey, Jesus Christ, what took you so long?" He asked.

"Walk with me," I grabbed his hand and led him towards my class.

"Why are you in such a rush?" He asked, pulling away from me.

I looked back up at the clock, it read 8:45. We still had 6 minutes left until the next class started, I could've sworn Mr.Peterson and I were talking for way longer than that. 

"I didn't realize that we still had so much time," I said.

"So, you gonna tell me what happened or what?" He asked.

"Basically he lectured me about my missing work and tardy's and stuff, then told me if I needed anyone to talk to talk to his daughter," I said.

"Okay..that's kind of creepy." He said.

"Yeah, who offers stuff that? I don't even know the man...or his daughter" I said.

Next class was English. I really liked English, mainly because my Ms.McCullough was young and she pretty much had our mindset. For example, she doesn't give out a shit ton of homework because she doesn't wanna grade a shit ton of homework.

"I'm going to class," I said, entering the classroom.

Even though I liked the class I was still eager to get out, it was only second hour and I was already exhausted.

English went by no problem. I took a deep breath thanking god we only had 3 more hours after this, I was so looking forward to going home. I was NOT looking forward to last hour though.

My freshman year was a living hell. I was ugly, had nerdy glasses that made my eyes look huge, and braces. No one wanted anything to do with me, all of the "popular boys" would stare but wouldn't say anything, and the "popular girls" would stare, laugh, and whisper.

That's where Mrs.Wendy comes in, she noticed the treatment and took me in: she let me eat lunch in her room seeing as if no one wanted to sit at my table. I could go to talk to her about anything and it's like she understood everything that came out of my mouth.

Honestly, that woman had to have been through a lot to give the advice she gives out. I always urged her to give up being a teacher and become a therapist, but science was her passion.

All of her students were on first name bases with her, though she didn't tolerate you saying her name without the "Ms" before it. She never liked to be called by her last name, apparently, kids always found it hard to say. 

She was beautiful, I wish I got to see her before she left, but I didn't. 5th hour was the best period because of her, now she's not here anymore. I didn't even know what hospital she was in or of she was ever coming back, and it sucked.