The Key to her Heart

Chapter Eight

The end of the day came and I was exhausted. I was headed straight to my car when I realized that I had promised Ms. Daggers that I'd stop by and give her tips on how to get that guy to like her. I was already in the parking lot with my hand on my door handle. I was trying to decide if I should go and help her or just ditch her and go home. That's when I got a text message from someone.
When I pull out my phone from my back pocket I discover the message is from Dad. He asked me if I could stop by the store and pick up some cheese for tonight's dinner. I stare at phone screen for a while. After staring at my screen for a moment I text Dad back and told him that I was staying after school to talk to a teacher and that I may be running late. He said he didn't care as long as I bring the cheese.
I smile at my phone as I read the text. I imagined Dads voice saying the words as I read them and I don't know why but I imagined him saying those words on the screen in a funny way. When I put my phone away I take my hand off my door handle and walk back into the schools building. I make my way down the hall to Ms. Daggers classroom but when I get there I notice that the lights were off and no one was in the room. I stood by the door and looked through its rectangular window for a moment.
I turn to walk away but I'm greeted by Ms. Daggers with papers in her hands. She greeted me with a 'roar' and it scared me.
"Ms. Daggers!" I say alarmed.
Ms. Daggers laughed.
"Sorry, I've just wanted to scare you." Ms. Daggers said.
My boiling blood started to cool off. My heart was still racing a little bit. What an adrenaline rush! When I had calmed down I smiled . . . after all I'm pretty sure my reaction was priceless.
"Uh, why are you here?" Ms. Daggers asked, sticking her keys in her door.
She was struggling so I took the papers from her so she could open her door without having an accident. Wait . . . did she just ask me why I'm here? Was she kidding about the guy? Did she not need my help?
"I-I thought you needed my help on getting your neighbor." I said.
Ms. Daggers opened her door and took the papers from me.
"Oh yes!" She yelled.
I looked around to see if anyone noticed us. No one was around so that was good.
"Come in, come in!" She adds.
I slowly start to walk into her classroom. I walked to a desk and sat down, sitting my bag down next to my ankles. I don't know why I was nervous but I was, I guess it's because I'm talking to a teacher about lingerie and what a guy likes to a woman to wear. My leg starts to bounce nervously.
"Okay . . . before we get into it I must say-"
"Hang on for a second." Ms. Daggers said. "I need to go do something real quick, I'll be right back."
Ms. Daggers headed for the door and I was sitting in my seat kind of dumbfounded. Ms. Daggers was a nice lady. She wasn't old so she didn't have wrinkles (which is a huge relief) and she wasn't a crazy lady. Ms. Daggers looked like she was about twenty nine, thirty so not to old.
As I wait for Ms. Daggers to come back I start to scroll through Instagram. None of the people I followed hadn't posted anything new so I went to my explore page. I see a videos of a girl at a lake with three other guys. She was dressed in a pink and white polka dotted bikini while the guys were dressed in matching red swim trunks. They were standing on top of a bridges railing and it looked like they were about to jump into the water (the bridge wasn't that high up from the river so it was safe).
The girls cheeks were red and the guys abs were red, like they all had gotten sun burned. The girl looked at the camera with a huge smile on her face. She looked like she was ready to jump but something happened to where the girl was about to get back on the ground but one of the boys grabbed her and jumped off the bridge. All four teens landed in the water with big slashes, it looked fun and relaxing . . . somewhat. I scroll through my explore page a little and see a picture of a smokin hot girl. She looked like she was a model.
Whatever she was she was hot! I tap on the photo and examine it for a while. She wore booty shorts and a dark green meshed crop top, you could see her bra through the crop top (FYI it was a black bra and it looked like it was a lacy bra). I liked the photo and that's when Ms. Daggers said;
"Do I have to wear that to get a guys attention?"
I jumped, almost dropping my phone. She was peering over my shoulder looking at my phone with me.
"Ms. Daggers!" I say startled. "He-hey, when did you get back?"
I sit up in the chair I was sitting in.
"About two minutes ago." Ms. Daggers replies, casually walking to her desk. "Now you were saying something before I walked out."
I was? I frown confused. Was I saying something before—oh right.
"Okay before we get started I must say that this is my point of view as a guy so what I'm about to say is my opinion and is not factual statements." I warn.
"Okay." Ms. Daggers said. "Continue."
Okay. Where shall I begin. Oh I got it!
"First off no guy wants a dumb girl." I say. "So don't act stupid around him."
Ms. Daggers arched an eyebrow at me.
"Excuse me?" She said.
I smile apologetically at her.
"Sorry I forgot to mention that this lesson is going to have some language that is not okay to say to a teacher." I inform her.
Ms. Daggers looks hesitant.
"O-okay."
"Now when you approach the guy be . . . age appropriate, don't go full on nerd on the guy because that may freak him out . . . although some guys do like nerdy girls . . . I mean speaking from my point of view it is sexy at times."
"Okay rule number one don't act stupid be age appropriate but don't be too nerdy?"
"Exactly." I say. "Now I need to know a little bit about the guy."
"What do you mean?"
"Ms. Daggers I know you stalk the man so what are his interests."
Ms. Daggers starts to think (I could tell by her weird facial expressions).
"Every Friday night he's on the couch watching sports." Ms. Daggers said after a while.
"Okay, anything specifically?"
"Nope." She replied. "Although . . . he has been watching football a lot lately."
"Okay. . . . Is he single?"
"I don't know, but sometimes I do see him playing with a little boy in his apartment."
Oh is the guy taken?
"Is he a single dad?"
Ms. Daggers shrugs.
"Have you ever talked to him?"
"Yes!" Ms. Daggers said with a dreamy kind of sigh.
It was like she started day dreaming about the guy.
"Can you tell everything that you guys talked?"
"No, but I can give you a summery of what happened."
"Go ahead."
"Okay so I was taking out my trash and the bag was extremely heavy for some reason and I was having a hard time getting the dang bag out the door and he saw me struggling so he offered to help, I was so happy that he did because help was greatly needed." Ms. Daggers explained. "So I walked with him to the dumpster behind our apartment complex and we started talking about our day and that's about it."
Talking about each other's day, huh? Alright. I adjust my posture in my chair and fold my hands together like I was some type of professional lawyer.
"Alright here's what I want you to do." I say.
This got Ms. Daggers attention.
"On Friday—wait do you like sports?" I asked.
"No not really." Ms. Daggers replies. "But my brother does!"
"How old is your brother?" I asked.
"Twenty five about to turn twenty six next month."
"Tell him I said happy birthday, now does he have any jerseys?"
"Does he? That's all he owns! And I will deliver your message."
"Okay steal one of a team that you are informed about and wear on Friday make sure that your neighbor sees you in it, it may spark up a conversation." I said. "Now after that on the weekends start to wear something sexy . . . like maybe a crop top, a tight fitting shirt or even skinny jeans. A short skirt even, that'll get his attention."
Ms. Daggers nods. It looks like she's a little kid about to get ice cream for the first time in days.
"Okay and um instead of stalking him all the time maybe start doing your own thing and maybe he'll start stalking you, just start off slow okay?" I say.
"Okay!" Ms. Daggers said. "Got it! . . . Is that it?"
"Pretty much . . . for now." I said, standing up from my chair.
I grab my backpack and throw it over my shoulder.
"Let me know what happens when you do all of that." I add.
"Oh trust me I will." Ms. Daggers said.
She starts digging in her purse that sat in the side of her and I start to walk out but she stops me.
"Alex!" She yelled.
I turn to look at her. She runs towards me with money in her hand.
"Here you go." She said.
I look down at the money it was forty dollars. This felt really illegal.
"No, keep it." I say.
"Yeah but—"
"If you get the guy then I'll take the cash, okay?" I said.
"Okay." She said.
"Good luck and have a good rest of your day." I said.
"Thanks, you too!"
I then walk out of Ms. Daggers classroom.

When I get to the store I sit in my car and reach for my wallet that's in my backpack. The grocery store isn't . . . packed but there are a lot of people flowing in and out of it. When I get my wallet I open my door and got out. Heading to the stores entrance I was greeted by the cool air which was rather refreshing. I didn't need a basket because I was just getting cheese right?
That's when I realized I could get some more body wash from the self care area. When I entered the store I headed for the self care area all the way in the other end of the store. When I got there I turned down the first aisle I saw. I was confused as to what I saw. Men wore rosy scents and if so since when? I look down the aisle and saw a bottle of pink body wash. I had never seen a pink body wash for men. Is this for the gay guys?
"What's her favorite scent?" I heard someone say.
It sounded like a female. I turned around and saw a healthy old lady standing behind me. She wore beaded jewelry, a brown and grey bob, a green shirt, a tan vest with matching pants, and a huge smile.
"Huh?" I say when her question registers in my head.
"Your girlfriend, what's her favorite scent?"
"I don't have a girlfriend." I say, lost.
"Oh come on as good looking you are you have to have a girlfriend!" The lady said.
She was looking me up and down, making me uncomfortable.
"Um." Was all I could say.
"Ooohhh, are you here for you mom?"
"No."
"Sister?"
"No."
The lady's face disappeared.
"Are you gay?" She asked.
"No!" I replied, defensively.
I may have said it a little too harsh but I am not gay. I like boobs and some nice cake (of course it had to be a girls booty).
"Then why are you looking at the women's body wash?" The lady asked.
"Honestly . . . I don't know." I replied.
I smile at the lady and turn around and walk into the next aisle where all the body wash bottles were black and blue. Ah here it is! I noticed that a girl around my age was looking at the body wash as well.
"Uh, if you're looking for the women's body wash it's in the next aisle." I tell the girl.
The girl looks at me and takes an earbud out.
"Were you talking to me?" She asked.
Wow . . . the girl was beautiful.
"Are looking for the women's body wash?" I asked, staring at her.
I think I was starting to make the girl uncomfortable because she was starting to frown and wiggle a little.
"Um . . . no." She said slowly and confused.
The girl started twirling her earbud around her finger.
"Oh." I say. "Sorry I bothered you."
"There you are twerp!" A guy around the girls age said.
He was turning the corner with a basket filled with stuff. Most of it was home decor. Interesting.
"Did you find it?" He asked who I think is his sister.
"No I don't see it." She replied stealing a glance at me.
"Damn it!" The guy said. "I need some more too."
"Well you can always use mine." The girl said.
That's when I realized that I was focused on their conversation so much that I wasn't looking for my body wash. Trying my best to ignore the two I start to look for my body wash. I found it on the top shelf so I grab it and walk out of the aisle. It killed me that I didn't get the girls name or her Snapchat. She was a very stunning girl who looked like she was always insecure and I like insecure girls but I'm a player so I choose to play with the girls who likes one night stands.
That's not the point right now so I head over to the food department and start looking for the cheese Dad needed. When I found the cheese or should I say the last pack of cheese on display I grab it and head straight for the resisters. I pick the shortest line and get in it. I realized that the person in front of me was the guy who had the stunning sister but he was alone as he put his items on the conveyer belt. I wondered why he needed all the home decor he was about to buy.
I then see his sister come out the women's restroom. She was walking towards her brother wiping her hands on her pants, earbuds glued to her ears.
"Do you think Mom will like the decor we're getting?" I hear the boy asked.
The girl looked at the items on the belt.
"Yeah." She said.
I was itching to talk to her but I didn't want her to think I was weird. My palms started to sweat as my mind went crazy thinking about how I would treat the girl if she were mine. Damn! What should I do?