How to get an A [TeacherxStudent] .:COMPLETE:.

Chapter Eight

[A/N] - I'm so sorry if the formatting of this chapter is weird, I did everything on my iPhone. ENJOY

I couldn't believe what just happened. He... He used me and threw me away as if I was nothing! Tears slid down my face as I rushed down the hallways. Why am I even upset anyways? I'm a stripper, I'm used to random people kissing me and throwing me away.

Except, this isn't a random person. This is my Italian teacher. With his looks and charms, he's most likely a playboy. Typical cliche story. How could he even do this to me?

I found myself at a bottom stairwell behind the school. I couldn't stop crying, why me? Why is it always me?! I was thrown away by my parents, previous boyfriends and now this? 

Of all things, who would've thought I would like my Italian teacher? Who would've thought he would like me back? What's even worse is the fact that he said Mr. Armstrong likes me-- he said I'm blind if I cannot see that.

I'm just so... pitiful.

Getting thrown around by men., being such a young age and is a stripper just to support herself. Why is life so cruel? I can't believe I'm crying, crying over utter bullshit.

Mr. Armstrong wants to go ahead and ignore me, Mig- Mr. Romano wants to use me-- that's it. I'm tired of playing this game. This prideful Italian won't ruin it for me. I won't be thrown around anymore. I'm nothing, so I'll be nothing. Empty, shallow-- nothing.

From this moment on, I'm nothing. I got up from the staircase and headed over to lunch. I dug in my pocket for my ID card and went on line. Looking from my peripheral vision, I saw Mr. Armstrong. I saw him glance at me, almost a surprised look on his face. I glanced at him for a second and looked away.  

The look on his face was almost of disappointment. Without a word, he turned on his heel and left. 

Finally getting to the front of the line, I ordered a regular pizza and water, cringing when the price came up to $3.50. I handed the lady the money, scanned my ID card, took my food and went off of the line. 

I looked around the lunchroom and spotted Garrett, Angie, Guadalupe and Jimmy. Smiling, I headed over there.

"Hey guys." I said with a smile and sat down.

"Oh, look who decided to sit with us this time." said Guadalupe with a playful gasp.

I rolled my eyes and gave her a skeptical look.

"What?" she said taking a bite out of her pizza.

"If I could kill you, it'd be now."

"Oh the horror!" she cried, earning looks from other tables.

We all laughed and began to eat,

"What's up with you and Mr. Armstrong" asked Garrett.

I was shocked by his question and tried my best to answer calmly.

"I-I don't know." I answered.

"Ahp, she's got the look!" pointed out Angie with a smirk on her face, "Are you two dating yet?"

I blushed and looked away.

"Oh my goodness, THEY ARE!" cried Guadalupe, getting even more looks from other tables.

She looked down and blushed.

"We aren't." I said opening my bottle of water, "He doesn't even like me."

"It's obvious he does." said Garrett smiling at me, "The look in his eyes when he sees you, it's pretty obvious. I mean, come on. You two knew each other for about a good four years now. He takes you to Starbucks every now and then."