Staying With My Teacher

Chapter 15

Everlys POV

I stay like that for a while, in his calming arms. But we had to pull away when we realized that anybody could see us. A teacher and a student in a car together, embracing each other.

Ezra lets out a sad sigh when I pull away. He couldn't be wanting more could he? No of course not, he doesn't like me like that. Right? Ezra starts the car impatiently.

"Where are we going?" I ask curiously.

"Surprise, but it always makes me feel better" he vows me.

"I don't trust a teachers idea of getting to 'feeling better'" I tease him playfully.

"Well then you'll trust have to have faith in me won't you?" he tells me, sending me a side smirk as he makes a right.

"Guess so daddy," I tell him. I have never been on this side of town before. Then again I haven't been many places in this town since my mom didn't take me anywhere. I get bored quickly so I put my feet up on the dashboard.

"Mae, get your feet off the dashboard" Ezra scolds me.

"But daddy my legs are tired" I whine.

"Here, put them on my lap" he orders "and next time do what I say without argument."

"What will happen if I don't," I ask. What kind of stuff would he do?

"You'll get punished," he says simply. Get punished? Well duh, I would get punished if I'm bad! But how? Daddy did say not to argue with him though, so I stay quiet.

I do as he says and put my feet on his lap. I squirm a little to get comfortable.

"Keep still dolly" he sternly orders me. Why is so demanding of this?

"Okay sorry, daddy," I said shamefully. I think I annoyed daddy.

"Kitten its okay you're alright, just put your head on my lap instead." he compromises. I happily take my feet from his lap and put them where I am sitting. I lay back in Ezzies (nickname I just made up for Ezra) lap. I feel something kind hard skims the back of my head so I move over a little bit. Ezra groans.

"What's a wrong daddy?" I ask him.

"Nothing sweetheart" he lies to me. He wouldn't have made that sound if he was fine. I let my body sink into his lap. I get pretty comfortable so I decide to close my eyes. Just for a second.

"Doll, wake up were here" Ezra looking down on me and slightly shaking my shoulders. I start sitting up, only to bury my head in Ezra's chest.

"Im tired daddy," I say sleepily. He chuckles and picks me up. Then he carries me out of the car. I curl myself deeper in him. My teacher grips onto me tighter. I don't know where he is taking me but I don't really care because nothing could be better than in his arms.

"Come on darling open your pretty eyes," he tells me. I do as told and open them. He lets me down from his arms.

I see very tall bookshelves filled with a ton of variety. The roof is so high up that I have to look all the way up to see it. The place is lit up with candles that make it have a slight scent of vanilla.

"How is my taste now?" Ezra asks sassily.

"Bad, I don't like this place one bit," I say jokingly. Ezra mouths 'sure'. He takes my hand and we go into a small room with a loveseat to sit on. He sits down after letting go of my hand.

"Why don't you come to sit on my lap while I read you a story?" he asks.

"No daddy, I'll hurt you" I worry.

"No you won't," he says. Ezzies pair of hands grip me on either side and pull me back onto his lap.

"Isn't that better?" he asks.

I hum in response. He smiles at me, and begins reading me the story of "Hansel and Gretel". I feel so tiny.

Authors note
They'll be more of this chapter later