I think I fell in love with my teacher! Chapter 5

Okay everyone. The reason why me and my father don't get along that well is mainly because...he's an asswhole. I mean, he was never there for me really when growing up. Sure I saw him, and yeah he helped pay for me and my mom. But, that's nothing to me. I wanted him to be there for me and understand me. That is my main problem. He doesn't understand me. Every girl should havemale in their life to help them through the tough times. And not just me, but my mom too.

"Tina?"

I heard his voice from behind me. I so did not want to turn around and see his face. I despise him.

"Tina, oh my god. Look at you. You are so grown. Come give your old man a hug."

Okay. Just because I'm fourteen doesn't mean that he can talk to me like I'm his baby. What the hell?!

"Hey dad" I said while giving him a hug.

"Well that's some outfit you have on. Did you mother let you walk out the house like that?"

"Kind of...well...she got a glimpse of it but didn't have the chance to give a comment on it."

"Uh huh. Well come on kiddo,let's get out of here."

We drove to somewhere to get something to eat and then went home. My mom was all excited to see him. How could she be all happy to see him when he treated her, us, like shit? I didn't even want to stay around while they caught up with eachother. I went to my room and blasted my music.
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When I woke up the next morning, I found my dad sleeping on our couch. Great. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a pop tart and my things and walked out of my house mad as hell.

"Good morning Tina"

Who the hell was it now. I swear to god if it is my mom or dad I was popping off on someone.

"What the hell do you wa..."

I froze. Can someone explain to me as to why Mr. Farber was parked in front of my house. And he looked like he was waiting for someone.

"Oh hi Mr. Farber, I didn't see you there...I mean I saw you but I didn't know it was you...I mean you look way better in school than in public...not that you don't look good or anything...I...um...yeah what are you doing here?"

Mr. Farber was laughing his head off and I was so damn embarrassed. He finished his laugh and did that smirk that made me melt.

"Okay, first call my Bryan outside of school, Mr. is so for old people. Two, I'm flattered that you think I look good better in school than in public. And I'm in front of your house because I was suppose to pick my cousin up. She said that she wanted me to pick her up here."

"Wait, is Erica your cousin by chance?"

"Yeah she is. Do you two walk to school together?"

"Yeah we do."

"Oh well then hop on in"

He opened the car door for me and I got inside of the car. It smelled so good, not to mention the car was very sexii.

"Do you want me to call Erica to see where she is?"

"Sure you can do that for me."

I called Erica on her cell phone. She didn't pick up the first time. So I called her again, no response. I decided to call her one more time.

"Hello" Erica said.

"Hey Erk, where are you, me and Mr. F...Bryan are at my house waiting for you?"

"Sorry you guys, I over slept. You guys go on without me."

"Okay Erk."

I hung up and put my phone in my bra. Bryan was watching me the whole time.

"What!?" I said.

"Is that really a good spot to put things?" he asked.

Ilaughed at his reaction.

"Yes it is. You can always know that it is on you."

I gave him one of my little smirks and looked out the window. I felt his eyes buring into me. I looked at him. He just kept on staring at me. I was so enjoying this.

"What!?"

"What did Erica say?"

Oh shit, I forgot that fast about Erica.

"Erk said that she overslept and that we should just leave her."

"What did you call her?"

"Erk, you know, for Erica. I got that name when I was watching How to eat fried worms on tv."

"Wow." was all he said. With that he drove us to school.

"You know I was thinking about what you said about the tutoring sessions, and I will be free only on Fridays. Is that okay?"

"Your free on Fridays?"

"Yeah. What's wrong with Fridays?"

"Nothing. It's just that I would expect an 18 year old to be hanging out. Especially on a Friday."

"How did you know I was 18?"

"The Grape Vine" I said with a smile on my face.

He laughed and finished driving us to school. I just couldn't help but think that I was going to love Fridays.

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I was texting Brandy after school one day. She went home early so me and her was catching up.

-So how come you don't like hanging out with your old man? You never really went into detail as to what happened between you two.

-It's a long story.

As soon as I said that, Brandy had already called me up on my phone and asked for all details.

"When I was around 8 years old, my dad and I were very close. It was one of those regular father-daughter things. However, around that time my mom was diagnosed with cancer. She was very, very sick and we had to pay for her treatments. Now it was very tough on all of us, especially me because I was so young and there was a good chance I was going to lose my only mother.But my father just decided to leave. Maybe he couldn't take it or thought she was going to die so better end it sooner or whatever. He still payed for my mother's treatments and stuff, that is why we never had any problems with money, because he was always paying us, but I had lost my father by the end of the whole thing, and not my mother. My grandmother ended up moving in with us to help and that was that. When I was going through puberty, I started to develope my personality, this being the way I am today."

"So your mad at your father for leaving you and your mother at a time of need?"

"Yes. And because he left he has no clue as to who I am today. He never now or never will be able to understand me, and that's that."

The tears were rolling down my face like a waterfall and I couldn't bare it. I told Brandy I would talk to her later. I curled under a tree near the side of the school where nobody really hung out. I was able to let the pain come out without having to be causious. This was my new special place, and it was mine. After I finished crying, I looked at the time. It said 3:07 Fri. Sept. 19. I totally forgot that today was Friday.