Benefits With My Teacher

BWMT- 13

13

I sat on the couch thinking. Thinking about my mom and Logan, with Aaron who sat beside me and Dylan and Gail who sat across us, all of their faces showed astonishment. All of us were also quiet, like a huge bad news was just told to s.

I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off when my mom and Logan suddenly entered the house with huge grins plastered on their faces and Logan's arm around mom's waist. She looked surprised at first but then continued smiling. Logan, on the other hand, was surprised and boy, he didn't get over the fact that his niece and nephew were sitting across Aaron and I.

"Logan? What are you doing here?" Gail's voice trailed, acting as if she didn't know. "Don't tell me..."

"What are you two doing here?" Logan's voice came out as a croak which I had the urge to laugh.

"What are you doing here?" Dylan asked Logan, emphasizing 'you'.

"As I told you I went on a date."

"Apparently with my friend's mother." Gail rolled her eyes with a grin.

Reasons I hate Mondays:

1. Class

2. It's Monday

3. Waking up early

4. It's Monday. Need I say more?

The buzz of my phone vibrating against the glass table woke me up. I ignored it, pulling over the comforters over my head to block out the sound. I stuck my hand out to grab the nearest pillow I had and placed it over my head.

The buzz was well, still buzzing and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I pressed the answer button on my phone and said, "What do you want?!"

"Wake up!" A male's voice said, more like yelled, on the other line. "The world's most handsome, dashing, hot and perfect man slash teacher is on the line here."

An all too familiar male's voice. The world's most irritating, annoying and fake man is on the line. Mr. West.

"Shut up!" I yelled back. "Where did you even get my number?"

I grabbed the towel as I pushed myself off my comfy bed.

"Allison."

What a friend. They should learn not to give anyone's number to strangers.

With a grunt, I hung up and tossed my phone back to the bed as I entered the bathroom. I took a nice cold shower after I stripped off my clothing. I pulled on my school uniform which I despise, especially the do- it- yourself neck tie.

After drying my hair, I went downstairs and picked up my backpack which was lying on the floor, just beside the couch. I proceeded to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of toast before rushing out to the door, with Aaron's sleeve in my hands.

"Aren't you going to eat?" my mom called from the kitchen. I could smell the bacon.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p' as I tossed Aaron his car keys. "I'm late."

"I'm not yet done eating!" Aaron argued, crossing his arms.

"Well then, Mr. White, suck it up." I stuck my tongue at him as he followed- more like trudged- to the car.

Aaron started the engine and sped off once I closed the door shut, making my head come in contact with the window which hurt, a lot.

"Aaron!"

"What?" he looked at me quizzically for a second before returning his eyes back to the road. "You said you were late."

"Oh." Was my lame reply. I kept silent the whole, almost falling asleep twice.