"Mr. Hotchner, this is Noah, Jack's teacher. If you could please come in for a parent teacher conference as soon as possible today, we need to discuss some worries I have with Jack."
Aaron listened to the voice mail, twice now, barely catching the...
~ so tell me to leave, i'll pack my bags, get on the road, find someone that loves you better than i do, darling, i know 'cause you remind me every day, i'm not enough, but i still stay ~
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Noah kept her honey eyes glued to the table in front of her. Her father, a congressman, sat on his chair in front of her, not paying any mind. That pissed Noah off since the bastard had invited her here claiming he wanted to talk only to drag her along to some 'charity' event. She was used to this, her father dragging her around, flaunting her like she was some prize. Noah was aware that she could look beautiful if she put effort in but she didn't. She never would.
She was always the black sheep of the family. Her father was a congressman, her brother a senator, her mother a fashion designer. Hell her younger sister was already married to an attorney and had a kid. And Noah, well she was a school teacher. That simple statement flabbergasted her family since she had more degrees then all of them combined. The girl wasn't always the black sheep but sometimes people snap. Noah was done being molded.
She was incredibly uncomfortable in the skin tight golden dress her dad had insisted she wore. Noah knew it was only a matter of time before her father decided to start sending her to dance with people. It was his subtle way in trying to get her interested in marrying one of the men from the useless parties. And though she had gotten many proposals, she wasn't about to throw her life away and become some house wife. Something her father would never understand.
'What's better then having someone take care of you? You'd never have to work or be worried about money, Noah you'd have the perfect life.' and maybe his words were right, but his perfect life he had planned out for her was not what she wanted. Maybe her sister was fine with being married off to an abusive prick but Noah was far from okay with that. She was strongly independent, that is what happens when your kicked out of your home for refusing to marry the presidents chief of staff.
Noah watched as people around her dance, some genuinely happy, others faking it. A throat clears and Noah looks up, meeting the eyes of her would be husband. Clenching her teeth, she places a perfectly polite smile on her face, one she learned from years of being the congressman's daughter, "Andrew," she acknowledges. Noah wasn't dumb, she was highly aware of why she was dragged to the party now. Leave it to her father to try to salvage a marriage between his daughter and someone she extremely dislikes.
"Jane, would you care to dance?" Noah was about to refuse but a kick to the shin and a harsh look from her father was enough to make her end up on the dance floor. Now she was one of the people faking it. Though growing up how she did, her and her sister practically had acting lessons. They both were the masters of faking it.
Noah and Andrew dance in silence, him holding her uncomfortably close, "So, your a teacher now?" Andrew asks, the word 'teacher' exiting his mouth with such distaste. Noah bites back a comment and instead nods respectfully. "Why?"
