A LOVE TRIANGLE (teacher/student relationship)

CHAPTER 4

"Do I turn left or right?", Jarett asked.

"Turn left and on the second stop sign turn right ." I told him.

"Okay."

He looked at me about every 3 minutes. At first it didn't bother me but after a while I began to feel self conscious.

"What? Why do you keep staring at me? And I know I don't have a booger so don't even try that again".

"No reason. Why I can't look? Of course, god did give me eyes for a reason so its only fair if I use them as a sign of gratitude", He said. 

I sighed. 

"No shit sherlock", I said

"Watch your language young lady".

"Don't tell me what to do", I said," If I don't listen to my own parents what makes you think I'm gonna listen to you?".

" Well for one I'm gonna be your tea-".

"Your talk to much". I said and turned on the radio. The song "Black and Yellow" blasted from the speakers and I began to sing along.

" Black stripe, yellow paint, them niggas scared of it but them hoes ain't. Soon as I hit th-" I sang until I was interrupted.

"You sing horrible. I've seen frogs sing better. You sound like a dying hyena." He commented.

I immediately felt my face get hot.

"So?", I said trying to hide the embarrassment in my voice," I never asked for your opinion. Did I? No I don't think so. So I suggest you keep your shit to yourself unless you want another bruise beneath your other eye. Aite?"

"God you just don't know the what a joke id do you?"

" I-"

" A joke is a noun and the meaning is something said or done to provoke laughter-"

"I KNOW WHAT A JOKE IS!", I yelled,"God you agitate me I swear."

He laughed.

I rolled my eyes.

" You ain't even funny chico."

"Chico?"

" God it means-"

" I know what chico means, I just didn't know you were latina."

" Well I'm mixed. My dad is Italian and Irish while my mother is Mexican, Italian, and Hawaiian. I know I know, I'm mixed with a lot of races." I told him.

" Yes you are. Do I turn left or right?".

"Left. How about you?"

"What about me?", He looked at me from the corner of his eye.

" Are you mixed?", I asked.

" Yeah, my mother is Mexican and White and my father is Portuguese. But since my father abandoned my mother and me when I was three I never learned Portuguese and my mom mainly speaked English so I only know little Spanish".

"Oh sorry about...your...uhh...dad", I mumbled."Turn right and that's my house right there", I said as I pointed at a big two floor house.

He parked in the driveway and looked at me and smiled," Its okay, thanks though".

"Yeah..my mom speaks to me in Spanish and Italian we hardly speak English. Unlike my dad, he speaks to me in either Italian or English."

"You guys must be really close then".