A Teachers Principle

Chapter Eight

A Teachers Principle: Chapter Eight

      “Do you want to stop and get pizza?”

      “Well I...” My heart fluttered in my chest at the idea of spending more time with Corey, but principle number three rang clearly in my head. Do NOT get attracted or attached to a student.

      “Yolo.” He stated simply.

      My brows furrowed in confusion. “Excuse me?”

     “Yolo?” He said again.

      “What does yolo mean?” The word felt weird on my tongue.

      He laughed, crows-feet formed in the corners of his eyes from the action. “It's text language. It means, you only live once. You don't get out much, do you?”

      I remained quiet, brushing my finger through my hair that laid against my shoulders. He was absolutely right, I didn't get out much. Hardly ever to be honest.

      “Aw, man. I was right!” His usual smirk littered his lips. “The local pizza place is around the corner. They have the best pizza there. I'll buy.”

      I rolled my eyes. “Aye aye, captain.”

      He smiled at me before turning to look at Annie May. She was nestled in her car seat with her teddy bear and juice box. “Want some pizza, Annie?”

      Looking in the rear-view mirror, I watched her nod. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I pulled into the parking lot and pulled into the only open parking space. Her curly hair, button nose, and faint pink lips always made me feel a tad more cheerful. My gaze shifted over to Corey and I frowned. My hands tightened on the steering wheel, making my knuckles turn white.

      “What's wrong?”

      “Corey...” An exasperated sigh escaped from my lips. “I don't think this is a good idea.”

      “You think too much.” He rolled his eyes. “I'll be right back.” Before I could say another word, Corey was out of the car and in the pizza place.

      We went to his house to eat the pizza. Me not knowing, he had already called in the order ahead of time. A pepperoni pizza with extra cheese. After eating, he put Annie May to bed. I could hear his footsteps upstairs as he padded around on the creaking wood floor.

      From what I saw he would do anything for his little sister. He already does. He seems to be more of a father than brother to her. Every time I came over, everything was surprisingly kept in order. It was always nice and clean.

      He approached the living room where I sat watching The Bucket List. He sent a charming smile my way. I got off the plush couch, adjusting my clothes. “I think it's time for me to go.”

      “You can't.” He smirked.

      “Why not?” I crossed my arms over my chest in an authoritative stance.

      “I'm holding you captive.” He stepped towards me.

      I stumbled backwards. “W-what?”

      “You heard me.”

      “But why?”

       He laughed, clutching his stomach. “Oh my gosh! You should have seen your face! I was only kidding.”

      My eyes narrowed angrily as grabbed my purse and jacket. I sure felt the urge to punch him or kick him where the 'sun don't shine'. My hand gripped the door handle tightly as twisted the knob, but I couldn't open the door...Glancing up, I saw his hand pressed against the top of the door. “Oh, come on!”