After the Storm

Chapter 5: Only Friends!?

**Mirror Rose** 

Receiving another text from my dad, this time made me feel guilty.  

- Mirror if you come back home just for the weekend I promise it will change your life. Please give me a chance to prove to you that I can be the father you deserve.

I tried pushing the guilt feeling away, just because I'm leaving now he wants the 'father role'. I lost my mother and now Im just about to lose my father. Sometimes I wonder if I am the one who is curse since everyone seems to turn their backs on me.

This is exactly why I don't talk to people. Its better to be unnoticed than to be noticed. The less friends you have the less people you have to impress.

"Hey Mirror are you ready to go?" Without looking up I already knew who was asking me the question.

"Um yea," I didn't look at him as I answered the question afraid of our eyes locking and not being able to pull away. I shoved my phone back into my pocket.

"Ok then." Luke turned his attention to Principal Flatt, this was my chance to get up from the chair and wait by the doors.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Flatt. When we arrive, I will give you a call," I heard him say to my now old prin waving his hand he started to make his way in my direction.

"Okay shall we hit the road," I didn't notice how close he had gotten. Now he held one of the double doors waiting for me to exit the building. I didn't touch him as I passed through the threshold afraid to feel the shocks of lightening even though I loved the way they sent a tingling sensation throughout my body.

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The tension in the car was so thick a knife would end up being 'a joke' to cut it. I would secretly pass a glance at him while he was driving. The muscles in his arms made me want to reach out grab them. What is it about this man that kept my mind interested in learning about him?

"So Mirror why don't you tell me about yourself," his sexy voice pulled me from my thoughts.  

"Do I really have to? Can this be a quite ride to the airport," my eyes glued to the window.

"Well I just thought I should learn about one of my students who.." WAIT! STUDENT!

Before he could finish I blurted out," Your one of my teachers?"

Luke glanced in my direction with a slightly amused but hurt expression. "Um yes I am one of your teachers also I stay and monitor the floor which you will be staying on."

I became speechless, if I thought looking at him was bad one can only imagine seeing him everyday for class and on campus.  

"Do all floors have a monitor?"

"Yes," he chuckled. " I am also your music teacher. Do you play any instruments. "

As he spoken those words my mother popped in my head. She was a musician, one of the greatest pianist in the state of Washington. She had taught me how to play when I was three. I haven't touched a piano since I was 12 only afraid to feel her presents linger in the same room.

Suddenly I felt a warm hand rubbing my left cheek and surprisingly I didn't flinch away but I leaned harder against the hand.

"Mirror are you alright, your crying, " his voice was gentle. Before I could register what was happening another tear came down. Moving back and feeling the lost of warmth I wiped my cheeks.

"I am not crying ..something ...flew in my eye," filling up on my lie I rubbed my eyes.

"Oh okay," I think I hurt his feelings but he made no comment and continued with the last. conversation. "So... do you play an instrument?"