I didn't forget to update, I swear... I've just been so very busy with so much school work, and then the fact that I'm going out of the country on the fifteenth. This story is still pretty young, and I need a consistant date to publish each week. Please help me figure that out, my schedule has been crazy and I've been so stressed. Just one day of the week, you pick and I'll see if it fits.
American Horror Story started tonight, and I'm excited for that! Taking a break from the crazy world of homework and relaxing for an hour.
Thanks, please enjoy.
- cilla â¥
"That was really nice." Andy said in the car while driving me back from having dinner. "Where do you want to go now?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Mine or yours?"
I thought. I really did want to go home, knowing I was already going to be exhausted for the next day. And I was tired of being this person I didn't even recognize. "Mine." I told him. "I'm sorry, I'm gonna be so tired tomorrow." I admitted.
He gave me a casual smile. "Oh it's fine. Where do I turn again?" He asked and I pointed him out where I needed to go home.
"Thanks again, Andy. So much." I said and before I hopped out of the car he grabbed me and planted his lips on mine. I kissed him back in comfort and he pulled away, kissing me one last time.
"I like you." He said.
"I know." I laughed when he rolled his eyes. "I like you too."
"Get out of here." He joked and I pecked his cheek quickly and ran out, waving him goodbye and walking inside to the house, stripping away from the simple dress and leaving myself in my sports bra and sliders.
I slept really good that night.
...
After I got ready for school there was a knock at the door before I grabbed my keys to leave. I swung it open and saw Toby standing there boredly. "Hey." He said, his tone matching his expression.
"What are you doing here?" I blurted.
"Andy wanted to take you out for coffee this morning but has to go on a business trip to California, so he told me to do it."
I stared at him with an amused smile I tried to hide. "Go ahead and laugh at me, yeah." He said with sass, and I did laugh.
"Why did you listen to him?" I asked.
Toby rolled his eyes. "Because he would've gotten mad if I didn't. Now come on, I have to take you to school."
"What are you, my father?" I joked.
"I'm not in the mood, Dye." He grumbled.
I raised my hands in surrender but said nothing as I shut and locked the front door. He took me to get coffee, like he said, and then drove me to school. When I got out I tried to be really casual about it but felt people's curious and confused eyes on me.
"This was a bad idea." He mumbled.
"Dammit, Andy." I groaned to myself and kept walking, heading into the school ready to be bombarded with questions, which I ignored every chance I got and rushed to my locker and zoomed my sleepy self to class.
It seemed the incident with Toby was easily dismissed and when eigth period came I sat and closed my eyes, accidentally falling asleep for about five minutes. Luckily Ryan tap my thigh hard enough to awake me. But it did make me uncomfortable.
Mr. Grant stood in the front of the class with purpose and spoke quickly, as usual. Eventually he slowed it down when questions were often shot, and it was a good class.
When it ended Toby stood by my desk and I realized he was the one who brought me to school. "Oh, uh, I have to stay after for tutoring." I told him. "I'll find a ride, thanks."
Toby nodded, fingers tapping my desk as he headed toward the door. He stopped and looked at me before he left. "Call me if you don't find a ride, he'd kill me if I abandoned you at school."
"Okay, thanks." I said dismissively and he escaped as he wanted to. I had to admit that things turned pretty awkward on us. Thanks to Andy all the sudden. I didn't quite understand why he was suddenly always trying to keep an eye on me, it was actually kind of annoying.
"You know you're wasting your own time just by sitting there and staring at the desk."
I turned around and stared at him. "I'm not wasting your time?" I asked ironically.
"Yes, you are." He answered.
I stood up and plopped next to him. We got quite distracted while he tried to teach me, and I wasn't sure why. It was just one of those days.
"Time is money huh?" I said sarcastically.
He scoffed. "I wonder how you spend yours, but I can just picture you sitting down and staring at something."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, suddenly finding myself comfortable around him. "How did you spend your time yesterday?"
"Other than staying after to tutor some brat?" For some reason there was a teasingness in his tone, so I just laughed when he said that. "Well, I went home." And saw your girlfriend? "Made myself a sandwich and graded papers, and went to bed."
I raised an eyebrow, not expecting that answer from him. "What about you, what did you stare at?" He asked annoyingly.
I crossed my arms in the chair and leaned back as he did, also crossing my legs. "I actually spend my afternoons without boredom." I said, it was partly a lie since sometimes I end up being so bored I sit down and read over my fathers letters. "I went on a date." I said casually. "Went home, did homework. And fell asleep."
His normal eyes looked curious when he raised an eyebrow. "Was it with who I think it was?" He asked.
"Who do you think it was?"
"Andy Carl."
I hesitated shortly, unsure if it would get either of us in trouble of people knew. "Then yes."
He leaned forward again and looked at me suspiciously. "So you two are dating now?"
"Why?"
"Can you not just answer the question?" He grumbled.
"I don't know if we're dating, he just likes to take me places." I shrugged.
"How much older is he than you?"
"Why?" I asked lowly. There was something about him that flipped completely that day. A month ago Mr. Grant would be glaring and cursing at me because of his strong and bitter hate. He would never had jokingly call me a brat. He would never joke. He would never use a normal tone with me and his firey caramel eyes would never look so casual as they did when we talked about time.
"I just think it's weird."
"He's only seven years older than me."
"Only seven years." He scoffed again.
"Why are we talking about this?" I sighed.
"You're eight-teen right?"
"Yes."
"At least he can't get in trouble." He said. I rolled my eyes at him and he cleared his throat dramatically. "Don't roll your eyes at me." He demanded.
"So are we going to sit here and talk about what we do out of school? Or are we going to work." I said, ignoring his demand and he sent me glare. It wasn't like it usually was. It was more of a... a casual glare. If that even existed.
He slammed shut the textbook, causing me to jump. "Well we've already started..." He said, making me think he was talking about the homework. "So let's just take this session to get to know eachother." He said casually, removing the paper from in front of me.
I was speechless.
Get to know eachother? Mr. Grant and I? Was he serious? What happened to the man who yelled at me for making him stay after school to watch me in the art room? What happened to him, the man who talked to me about being late to school while I locked myself in my jeep? This man was not him.
"Uh no." I said.
He kept his normal monotone look, the expression-less casualty. "Would you rather go home?" He asked.
"Yes." I answered, all too quickly.
He glared this time. "Too bad."
I sat up straighter and held a pencil to play with. "Well then at least let me start with the questions." I said boredly. "First, your name is Charles, right?" I asked.
He raised an eyebrow, and I had to admit he looked very sexy while doing so. "Yes."
"Do you have a nickname?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Pass."
"What the hell?"
He pushed back in his rolling chair and his eyebrows furrowed. "Watch your mouth."
"Rule: you can only use three passes." I said, feeling childish all the sudden.
"My nickname is Chance." He grumbled.
"What about Charlie?"
"No."
"I like it."
"No."
"Well, I think I'm gonna start calling you that now."
"Diana." He growled.
"Yes, Charlie?"
He ran an annoyed hand over his face and layed his ankle over his knee. "Okay, well, where do you plan on going to college?"
I released a deep breath. "I see we're skipping the simple questions." I said with a quiet chuckle. "I honestly don't know." I admitted. My brothers have been everwhere, it almost left me with no where. Brown, Yale, Cornell, and Austin also got the chance for a summer program at Princeston, while Bailey did in Harvard. What could I do?
"What do you want to major in?"
"It's my turn." I reminded him. I tapped the pencil and thought for a while. I wanted to ask if he had a girlfriend, but I wanted to be sneaky about it. It was still too soon so I had to think of something else. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-seven." He grumbled.
"Oh wow." I said quietly.
"What, do you think I'm old?"
"Older than I expected."
"How old did you think?"
I smirked. "You just asked me something, so I can't answer that yet."
He rolled his eyes and turned to his computer, signing out of stuff while I thought of a random question. "Do you have a tattoo?"
"No. Now how old did you think?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, I never really thought about it. You just seemed much more young than other teachers."
"I'm taking that as a compliment." He said in monotone, but I still felt the amusement in it. I started to believe this man really didn't ever smile.
"I never said you couldn't." I told him, because I faced the truth, that was the closest I could get to admitting to him how attractive he was. But I wasn't sure how he'd take it if he realized there were a bunch of girls who thought he was incredably handsome. I couldn't exactly picture him as cocky, prideful yes, but not cocky. Just aggressively modest. "House or apartment?"
"Apartment." He answered. Andy had an apartment. "How did you meet Andy Carl?" He asked, seeming to read my mind.
I was about to answer when my phone rang loudly to the same and usual song. "What an inappropriate ringtone." He stated bluntly.
I ignored him and checked the ID. Well hell it was Andy. That man was everywhere. "Hello." I answered.
"How was Toby this morning?" Andy asked.
"He was nice, thanks for that but it wasn't necessary."
"I know."
"So you're going to California?"
"Yeah I'm about to board the flight right now. Just called to say what's up. And that you're beautiful."
"Thanks." I said with a quiet smile, because I was getting distracted in my own thoughts. He was suddenly checking up on me like my brothers do, and that was really odd. "Safe travels."
"Bye." He said sweetly and I repeated him. An extremely short conversation.
After I hung up and I looked at Mr. Grant. "That was him." I said strangely. "What was I saying?" I asked.
"How you met Andy Carl."
"Oh right... We met at one of his business gatherings and he flirted with me I flirted back, and so the end."
"Not the end." He scoffed.
"What do you mean?"
"I hear Toby Carl and his friends when they talk to you, I know."
What surprised me was that he listened in the first place. "When was the last time you smiled?" I found myself asking.
He looked shocked this time, furrowing his eyebrows and giving me a confused look. "Why?"
"Is that your next question?"
"Is that yours?"
"Is that one yours?" I laughed and he released an easy sigh.
"Pass." He just said. "So wh-"
"Wait, hold on." I said, holding my hand up in front of him. "You don't know the last time you've smiled?" I asked him.
"So that's your next question, I'm guessing?"
"Mr. Grant." I said, making him raise another amused eyebrow at me. "So I'm guessing you don't smile." I said.
"Sure."
"And you're not human?"
"Ok."
"Stop." I groaned, standing up from the chair and pushing it back. I leaned over him and watched his face turn into caution and confusion. "Charlie," I began.
"Don't call me that."
"Smile for me." I said.
He just looked confused and uncomfortable.
"Do it."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Diana, sit down."
"Not until you do it."
"I'm not going to do it." He argued back.
That settled it. I was gonna have to make him. "I see." I said to myself in realization, reaching out toward his face but his hands grabbed mine before I could touch him.
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"Making you smile."
"Don't touch me."
I snatched my hands away and did it anyway, placing my hands on his face and felt his face get hot with... I wasn't sure. Anger could have been in one of those catagories though. He rolled his chair back and when he couldn't any longer I took ends of his mouth and pulled his cheeks upward.
I laughed quietly. "Hopeless man." I muttered to myself, pulling away and sitting back down. Would I really have to work to make him smile? Was it even worth it?
"Okay, well... What are your parents like?" He suddenly asked after a while of awkward silence. He still looked uncomfortable and I could tell he tried to set his distance from me.
"Pass." I quickly said.
He looked at me suspiciously but didn't push it further. "Well, what do you do in your spare time?" He asked.
"I read." I stopped talking for a second and stared into space in deep thought. If I were to answer the question, what were my parents like, I could've just made something up. "What do you do in your spare time?"
"Grade papers." He grumbled.
"That's not your spare time..."
"Nothing."
"Nothing? You don't hangout with anyone?"
"No."
"Not family? Or a girlfriend? Or a friend?"
He groaned. "I don't like to speak with my family. I don't have a girlfriend, women are troublesome, and I don't hang out much, I'm a grown man." He said.
I sighed, feeling suddenly bored of the game we were playing. "Okay." I let out a yawn. "I'm here way past school hours." I said in all honesty. "I should probably go."
I stood up and gathered my stuff. "Yeah." He said, doing the same.
I got my answer too. He didn't have a girlfriend because he was a grumpy jerk.
When walking outside I slowed down and look for my car, then cursed to myself realizing I didn't drive to school. "Such a dirty mouth on such a young girl." Mr. Grant said beside me, and I felt flustered by his words, knowing there was no double meaning behind them, but it made me warm anyway. The way he'd been speaking to me just made me feel weird. "What's wrong with you, don't you have a ride home?" He asked, probably realizing his car was the only one in the parking lot.
"No, I don't."
I heard the growl at the back of his throat as he walked towards his car. "Come on, I'll take you." He grumbled annoyed.
Normally I'd say it would be fine and I could just get someone to pick me up, but it was too cold outside to wait. "Okay." I followed him and sat at the passengers side, being able to smell him from everywhere. It was really, strangely, nice.
I felt awfully close to him too and it was warm in his car. He pulled out of the lot and asked me where to go.
Before I gave away a turn, my phone buzzed a message from my friend, Erin.
Meet me at that crappy coffee shop so you can help me with bio
Her text said.
"Actually turn right over here because I'm supposed to help a friend out tonight with biology." I said.
"Am I tutoring a tutor?" He asked sarcastically.
"I guess you could say that." I told him, waiting a while until we got to the right street and pointed to the coffee shop on the corner and I stopped and looked at him before I got out. "Thanks for the ride." It was really awkward, but I had to do it. It was the polite thing to do.
I got out, hearing him say nothing and rushed into the coffee shop, hoping no one would be able to see me and question the mysterious car with tinted windows that dropped me off.
...
"So why don't you come home right away after school?" Erin asked while we worked on biology.
I looked up from my paper and then back down, "I have mandatory tutoring." I said bluntly, scribbling down some meaningless notes.
"With who?" She asked, sipping her coffee and cringing. "This coffee is shit..." She mumbled to herself.
I pretended like I didn't hear her and kept writing.
"Diana?"
"Hm?"
"With who?" She repeated.
I internally groaned, feeling uncomfortable mentioning him after having an awkward session of "getting to know eachother." And after he had dropped me off at that exact place I sat at. I was in Mr. Grant's car. That wouldn't leave my mind. "Mr. Grant." I told her awkwardly.
She gasped and grabbed my arm. "What?!" And shook me lightly. "Diana, why didn't you ever tell me?"
"It really isn't a big deal."
"But he's so hot. And tall, and muscular."
"Muscular?" I asked as if I hadn't thought about it myself. But of course I thought of what was underneath that dress shirt of his, but never would I have turned it into an obsession like the others.
"Yes, his arms when he rolls up his sleeves..." She stretched out on the table and almost spilled over her coffee. Then she quickly sat and looked at me as if remembering something important. "Wait, but I thought he hated you?"
"He does." Did?
That's what I wanted to believe. But after one session of normality I couldn't just assume we were just like any other student and teacher out there.
"Then why did he agree to tutoring?"
"Let me tell you what happened," I said, dropping my pencil and getting ready to control my ranting. "First of all, I was in calculus tutoring with Mr. Joseph. And he found out-"
Erin let out a quiet gasp and held in her laughter while I shot her a glare.
"And so Mr. Grant got so pissed off he was all like, 'You have a fucking tutor?'" I said, deepening my voice to mock him.
Erin's eyes widened. "He did not say that.."
I nodded. "He did."
"He can't talk to you like that!" She argued.
"Oh no, I know. I've told him, too. Many times... But after he got all pissed off he said that he would be tutoring me for free. Everyday." I said, adding onto my miserably tone every time.
"Wow." She took a deep breath.
"I know." I left out the part where he suddenly got all normal with me and tried to just keep it at that.
"Is he still like that?" But Erin decided to pry further.
I shrugged this time.
"Because hasn't he been nicer lately?"
I scoffed, picking my pencil up again and flipping through our biology notes. "Nice. Yeah right..."
"Is he still a dick to you?" She gasped.
"No, he's just not nice. He's... less mean. Let's put it that way."
"You are one brave girl."
"Yeah."
"But a lucky one too."
"Ugh."
She grabbed my arm again. "Come on now, we all know that so many girls would dumb themselves down just to be in tutoring with him."
"But I'm not dumb." I protested. "Today he admitted that I was his best student." I said, resisting the urge to slap my hand over my mouth as soon as I did. Why had I said that? It only explained his mood swings with me and I was just waiting for him to insult me soon.
Her eyebrow raised. "Did he now?" She said seductively.
I groaned this time, "Shut up."
"But Diana," She said, looking into my eyes with danger and rebellion. "He obviously wants you to suffer."