Miss Lovato, my teacher

Chapter seven

"So, what did miss Lovato want?" Mike asked, as we were walking home.

"She wants to help me" I said.

"Help with what?" he asked.

"Exactly! I have no idea. She said she wants to help me, I said I didn't need her help"

"Why does she think you need help?" he asked.

"She thinks I have concentrating problems, which I probably do. But I don't want her help"

"When did this exactly happen?" Andrea asked.

"After English class" I said.

"You had to stay after class?" she asked.

"Yep"

"I told you, if you would get to know her, this wouldn't have happened"

"I don't care. I don't want to get to know her" I said.

"Was she mad?" Mike asked.

"A little. She threatened with the principle and my parents. But I honestly don't give a fuck" I said.

"You know, I knew you two were bad, I just didn't know you were this bad" Andrea said.

"You still love us, though" Mike said.

"I'm not so sure, anymore. You're kind of a bad influence in me" she joked.

"Admit it, you love us" I teased.

"Of course I do" she admitted.

We walked the rest of the way, talking our usual talk.

"Hi Sam. We go to park?" Soph asked, as soon as I entered.

"Hi Sam. She's been waiting all day to go to the park with you" mom said, "by the way, we have guest for dinner, so don't be gone too long, I might need your help" she added with a smile.

"Who?" I asked.

Please not. Please not.

"Your teacher, miss Lovato with her daughter" she said.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Tell me you're kidding!" I said.

"Nope, I'm not" she smiled.

"I think I'm going to Andrea's or Mike's today" I said.

"Oh no, you're not. You're gonna be home within half an hour" mom warned me. Guess I don't have a choice.

I went to the park and came back fifteen minutes later. I went upstairs and started my homework. Sophia followed me upstairs and went to play in her room. Mom was in the kitchen cooking.

I can't believe miss Lovato already called. And she's coming over for dinner! This was gonna be so embarrassing. Especially since I've been kinda rude. At home I'm a different person. I'm much more loving and soft. In school, I'm more of a tough person. My parents know I'm not the best student, but they don't know how bad I actually am. What if miss Lovato tells them? Will they be mad? I'm gonna be mad at her, though.

I heard the doorbell ring and mom opened the door.

"Hi, come in. Make yourself at home" I heard her say.

"Samantha honey, come down please" dad yelled.
I didn't even know he was home.

"Coming" I yelled back.

Time for embarrassment.

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