Rushing out the bathroom and past an impatient Carter then back into my closet. Sure, I was still in my school clothes. Isaiah had already seen those. Therefore I had to change. Yes, this is me being a teen.
"Uh, who was that?" Carter asked sort of calmly, sitting on my bed.
I needed to think quickly and come up with at least a reasonable lie. Carter didn't know me that well, I could lie to him easily. But Liz would be all over me like hot cakes. Hot cakes? Whatever. Whichever lie I told to Carter I had to tell the same one to Lizy so it had to be believable.
"My mom." Blurting out the first thing that came to my mind. I hadn't talked to my mom in weeks almost.
"I heard you say Mr. Smith Stacie." Shouting loudly enough so I could hear him and the irritation his voice was suddenly filled with.
"Uhh, she's recently married. That's her last name now. I was talking to her husband, my stepdad when I said that." Good one, real good Stacie. I mentally patted myself on the back for that one.
"Oh okay." He sounded uncertain but he let the subject go. "Where ya going?"
Crap, didn't think about that. Think. Think. Think. "I have to go give my mom some stuff and pick up some stuff. I'll just be stepping out for a half hour, no longer." Scrabbling and trying to pull up the faded jeans I pulled from my closet.
"Okay. I'll go tell Liz." He was calling her Liz? They just met. "You sound kinda busy in there." I heard the amusement in his voice then hearing him close my bedroom door.
I pulled a plain long sleeve light blue shirt over my head and pulled my hair out of the messy bun it was in, letting it cascade down my back and around my shoulders. Not even bothering to run a brush through it or grab a bag. I figure I won't be long. It was late Isaiah couldn't want much. Right?
Sprinting down the stairs and out the door before I could run into Liz. She would be able to tell I was lying. Plus she knew my mom didn't marry a guy with the last name Smith.
It took about ten minutes to reach the Cafe' and an extra five too arrive at the park he mentioned. I couldn't help but feel bad. Rebellious almost. It felt nice. The small butterflies in my stomach or the weird feeling like I was breaking the law. Well, I kind of was. But last time I checked there was no law against meeting an older guy at the park. Although, I had never kept up with the law.
My mind was going a mile a minute when I was walking over to Isaiah, who was childishly sitting on a swing instead of the park bench that wasn't far from him.
His back towards me. His messy hair seemed worse than usual. A white t-shirt that clung to his chest gracefully, his jeans. I couldn't tell. He was sitting after all.
"Having fun?" I sounded more playful than expected.
Peeking his head over his shoulders and glaring at me before letting his perfect grin enter my sight. "Very much." He nodded his head, motioning for me to fill the empty swing next to him.
I sat next to him and began to swing slowly. High but not that high. While I was swinging he didn't speak, only staring up at me with some unreadable expression.
Slowing my swing down to a stop, smiling over at him. Sort of feeling childish for just swinging in front of him. But I couldn't resist it, and hey...he was the one sitting on the swings first. I bet he was swinging just like me before I got here, I thought silently.
"Wanna tell me why I'm here?" I asked after he didn't speak.
He clapped his hands together, drawing my gaze to him before he spoke. "Why didn't you tell me you were in high school?" He sounded serious but I could still see the amusement in his eyes from before.
"Well, Mr. Smith." I paused and turned away from him. "We only spoke for a second before you abruptly got up and left before slipping your number into my hand. What was I supposed to say "Oh, I can't take this, I'm in high school." I said the last statement a tad sarcastically but it didn't seem to faze him.
Wasn't long before a small grin stretched on his face and he stood, grabbing my hand and making me stand as well.
"Your sarcasm is cute, but you don't have to use it so often." He was smiling.
"This is a pretty open place to meet your student."
"Which is true." Nodding his head but not dropping my hand or creating a space between us.
"Okay. Sooo still haven't told me the purpose of me being here." I laughed lightly. My palm was beginning to become sweaty and my heart was beating so fast. Extremely fast.
"I wanted to see you." He bit out truthfully.
"Well you see me." My voice was barely above a whisper but somehow he heard me and stepped closer.
"This is also true."
Oh God, he was leaning down. Was he going to kiss me? Who am I kidding; he was going to kiss me. He was moving so damn slow. Slower than Carter and this was becoming blissful torture.
Halfway there. I closed the space between our lips and I kissed him before he could kiss me. He was moving too damn slow. Messing with me and I didn't have time for it.
When our lips touched I felt like I had broken every single law in the world and it felt good. His soft lips moved against mine and he wrapped his hand around my waist, drawing me close. So close I could smell him. It was sort of like a corny ass fairytale but it felt so nice.
Here I was in, in a park. Making out with my Art Teacher.
-Sorry if its a horrible chapter. I was moving deathly slow for this to be a student/teacher book so therefore I needed something to happen between them. Anything. I don't proofread so sorry for any mistakes. Vote, comment, whatever. Til next time ^_^
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