In love with my teacher//Raulson

Chapter 9

Lily's pov

I walked into the front door and the first thing I was greeted with was my dad holding roses. He was dressed in an all white tux and had a big goofy smile on his face. This was the side of my dad I yearned to meet again.

"what's all this?" I say, smiling back.

"What? I can't buy my own daughter flowers?" He said.

I laughed and hugged the man I rarely saw. He pulled away.

"Come on baby, I made reservations," he said.

I followed him out of the door and got into his car. It was clean for once. There were no fast food wrappers everywhere, no empty water bottles, it was vacuumed and smelled of coconut. He's actually trying for once in a long time.

"How was school?" He asked, pulling out of the driveway.

"It was...interesting," I said, reminiscing. I was reminded yet again of Ms.Paulson and the feeling she gave me. I could feel the wetness growing again.

"Anything in particular that made it interesting?" He asked with a smirk.

"Nah," I said.

I was never too sure about how my dad was going to react to me being bisexual; well, mostly gay, seeing as if all the boys around me were wastes' of time. He was super chill about most things, but I was still unsure.

I was actually surprised he hadn't figured it out yet, as many girls I've snuck up to my room. But at the same time I wasn't surprised, he was always drunk out of his mind.

"Well, how was your first day without Mrs.Wendy?" He said, interrupting my thoughts.

"I couldn't stop thinking about it today," I said.

"It'll get easier as you go on, baby girl." He said, rubbing my back.

I couldn't remember the last time he called me baby girl. I knew it was a hell of a long time ago and I missed it more than I knew. I wondered what was up. Why all of a sudden he was the old him.

"How was work?" I asked.

"I actually didn't go to work today," He said.

No wonder he was so happy. Hell, I'd be happy if I didn't have to go to school. Well, not anymore. As of today I couldn't wait to go back to that hell hole. Because of one person.

I knew him not going to work was the reason he was so happy. Maybe he skipped work to go do drugs, is that why he's so happy? Maybe he has a new woman. The thought of me calling another woman Mom was scary.

"Why'd you skip work?" I asked.

Worst case scenario was that he found another woman. Please be drugs, please be drugs.

He chuckled. "I didn't skip work."

"Well, you know what I meant," I said.

"The reason I didn't go to work is a surprise," He said with a big smile on his face.

I hated surprises....when I knew about them. I'm an over thinker, it did me no good. Just stressed me out. I hated anticipation. Being left in the dark.