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

Chapter Nine

[A/N] - I'm starting to write chapters on my phone now, so I'm sorry for the formatting! Enjoy. Also, I want to use italic and bold so bad for these chapters, but I can't use them on my phone :( If only you guys knew how much sarcasm these chapters have, haha. ALSO, NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE SEXY ;)

"What's more to it?" I whispered, looking down.

"Why are you working in such a disgusting place?"

"For there to be food on the table, I must work."

"Suzy, you can't be serious?!" he asked angrily, "Why didn't you tell me?! How long have you been working there?!"

"For about two years now..."

"Where are your parents?"

I stayed quiet, the unknown lump in my throat making it hard to swallow.

"Suzy, your parents... Where are they?"

"Mr. Armstrong, I'm cold."

He cursed under his breath and grabbed my hand, walking over to his car. He opened the door for me and closed it, going on the other side. He flicked something near the radio and the car started to heat up.

"Suzy, please talk to me."

I stayed quiet and rested my head on the seat. Wow, it's softer than my pillow. I closed my eyes and blocked everything out.

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I opened my eyes and yawned. I snuggled into my sheets and breathed in the coconut aroma. I closed them for a while and opened them again. I turned to the left to look at the time, but my alarm clock wasn't there.

"Shit..." I mumbled, "I broke it."

Sitting up, I began to twist my fingers at my eye and decided to get out of bed. I stepped on the floor and was surprised my feet weren't cold from the wood. I walked to where the door was supposed to be at, but hit the wall.

"Ow..." I mumbled.

Then, my once squinted eyes shot up.

"What the fuck?!" I said looking around.

The bed was queen sized with green and black as the pillows and sheets. The wall color was a light green with a small black window. The curtains were green with a black abstract design. The flooring had a black cozy carpet. The lamp illuminated a soft green in the room that gave it a calm aura.

"Why the fuck is green and black everywhere? Oh. My. God, I'm in the Matrix..." I jokingly said to myself

Looking around the room, I saw a picture of Mr. Armstrong and I. He was kissing my cheek and I was smiling. I ran over to the door and yanked it open. This is not my house. This is not my house. Holy fucking shit, this is not my house! I walked down the hallway, noticing a modern kitchen.

"Suzy?"

I sharply turned back and saw Mr. Armstrong. His usual casual hair was messy and sticking up in every direction. He was shirtless and had on pajama pants with bunny slippers. My goodness he's ripped. I blushed and looked away. Oh no... I remember last night now.

"What time is it?" I asked looking back at him.

"It's 6 in the morning." he mumbled, "Are you okay?"

I didn't respond and turned back towards his kitchen. Then in a haste, I attempted to run past him. He caught me with ease and held me by my hips.

"Suzy, why are you so complicated?" he mumbled, following a yawn.