Mr. Way invited me over his apartment for dinner. He said he felt bad, and wanted to make up for the 'unnecessary disciplinary act'. As much as I wanted to object, I said yea anyway. You see, that's the thing about me, I'm a big push over. Like the world's biggest push over. So now my friends that's how I found myself sitting in the front seat next to the one and only mr. Way. Well, not only, because his younger brother is also a teacher here. He teaches my band class. He's pretty cool and cu- off topic frank.
Well anyways, when we arrived at mr.ways apartment we left the car and stood on the stair case while he fumbled with his keys. He somehow manged to drop them in the process of opening the door and a giggle escaped my pale snow covered lips. He looked over at me and smirked. "Keep laughing and I'll spit in your pasta." He warned.
Since he was already sympathetic towards me I decided to play around*and not in a nasty way*
"Ohhh Pasta.. sounds romantic mr.way." I smirked as his face reddened.
"I - I didn't m - mean I -t like that i-"
"I'm just messing with you sir." I said, putting emphasizes on the word 'sir'
