When I Kissed the Teacher

CHAPTER SEVEN: I HAVE A DATE

● Chapter Seven ●

After I learned about the trip that the science senior classes were having, I was stoked. I mean I haven't been to England before and the last time I went out of the country was when I went to Spain to go to my grandma's funeral and even then I didn't get to do any sightseeing. I know that if I brought this up to my dad, he'd claim he'd have to think it over and talk to my mother about it and knowing how my mother is when it comes to me, she'd automatically tell me no, no matter how hard I try her answer would still be a big, fat NO.

I could try and convince them in allowing me to go by saying that everyone was going and I would look like an outcast if I didn't go, but this was a small town that we lived in and I think by the end of the school day the word would be out and my parents would know that I was bluffing the whole trip by telling them that. Honestly, I could just be straight up with them and tell them that it was my senior year and I deserved to live my high school life and enjoy the experiences that it brings, but my mom would look at all the dangers that could happen while we were on our trip which includes: A plane crash, A terrorist attack, A Car Cash, oh and my personal favorite, I would get kidnapped and sold to the highest bidder as a s*x toy.

Of course, those things could happen while I was home, but my mom thinks that if I'm nowhere near her at all cost that I'd end up in one of those situations. I think that's probably one of the many reasons why my mom chose to continue on living in this small town after she graduated high school she wanted to make sure that her future kids were all safe by knowing if anything major happens the word would get out before any news channel could cover it.

"Ariana, you've been staring at that same question for the past ten minutes. Is there something else running through that pretty little mind of yours that doesn't deal with chemistry?" Mr. Giordano's voice breaks me out of thought so quickly that I didn't have enough time to actually comprehend what he was saying by the time he took the empty seat next to me.

I sighed shaking my head as Mr. Giordano takes my half done homework and looks it over. I study the way his eyebrows crease as he reads the self-explanation questions that were on the paper, his lips pursing a little as he tries to comprehend what I thought was chemistry. I could tell he wanted to laugh at something that I wrote because he placed the paper back in front of me and raised his eyebrows with an amusement sparkling in his eyes.

"Do you really think that the Illuminati has something to do with how Albert Einstein came up with his Theory of Relativity?" He asked to which I blushed and shrugged my shoulders.

"You never know, I mean I watch conspiracy videos and I honestly think that the moon landing is fake. You could totally tell that the flag was moving in the background."

Mr. Giordano tilts his head back in laughter, his shoulders shaking as he laughs at what I had to say. Honestly, I didn't care that he was laughing at me he could laugh all he wants because I know what I believe and some of the points that people have on certain conspiracies it actually makes some sort of sense to the world. I mean I don't watch Shane Dawson for anything.

"I love that you're actually thinking about things, but those things have nothing to do with chemistry Ariana." He replies after calming himself down from his laughter. "Now, let's erase this answer you put down and actually put something reasonable okay?" He says reaching for my pencil to erase my answer.

Before he could even put my eraser near my answer, I place my hand on top of him causing him to freeze in place. I don't know why I actually put my hand over his when I was just going to tell him to keep it because I didn't want to re-write everything, but the way his hand felt under mine kept me from speaking my mind.

Maybe it was because of the way his eyes locked with mine instantly after I put my hand on top of his, or maybe it was the way his body tensed and his arm flexed causing his veins to pulse from under my touch. I couldn't help but feel something inside that maybe I created this reaction in him because he wanted my touch in a way.

All I knew was that every time I looked into his eyes all I could think about was that song that my dad plays all the time called 'Pretty little angel eyes' by Curtis Lee. Probably was weird that I associate Mr. Giordano's eyes with that song, but those eyes were so captivating.

"Ariana, y-"

"Don't erase it," I whispered taking my hand away, blushing. "I just want one wrong answer so that my parents don't get too suspicious."I lie.

Mr. Giordano nods his head clearing his throat. He puts my pencil down and scoots his chair back causing it to scream from the movement. I cringe a little at the sound which earns a small smile from him but he doesn't do anything but walks back to his desk without a word. I watch from my seat as he looks down at his computer screen, a frown set upon his face as he reads whatever he was looking at.

I looked away before he could catch me staring and looked back at the homework assignment. I had only six questions left to do and my mind was already burning holes into what was left of my brain. I really wanted to stop what I was doing and just go home and take a nap, but I knew that as soon as I went home it would just be me and my dog for the rest of the day until my parents came home from the office which seemed to be well past midnight.

It did hurt that I didn't see much of my parents anymore, but what else could I do? He was the mayor of this town and the people here needed him. He didn't have time to talk with his daughter and actually help her with the subject that she was struggling most with. He had duties to work on and my mother was right beside him for she was his personal assistant and even though I won't say this out loud for Mr. Giordano to hear, I am actually glad that suggested that I got tutored by him. Not only do I get help in chemistry, but I also don't have to stay in an empty house for several hours until my parents got home. It was actually nice not being lonely for once.

"Ariana," Mr. Giordano says clearing his throat.

"I know, I know. I'm getting back to work." I said shaking my head rolling my eyes. Mr. Giordano laughs shaking his head standing up from his desk.

"Actually I'm going to have to ask for you to finish that up at home and return it to me tomorrow. I have to cut this short today." He says grabbing his coat that was around the back of his chair. I raise an eyebrow at him as he takes out his car keys from inside his desk and the messenger bag from under it and slings it over his left shoulder.

"Short? How come?" I asked looking at the clock. It was only three thirty and we still had another hour left of our session.

"I have a date that I need to get ready for."

A date? With who? Miss Ramerize?

"Oh, um okay," I say grabbing my bag shoving the homework assignment in it. At this point, I could care less if it got all crumbled up.

Mr. Giordano smiles and holds the door open for me until I was out the door before closing it behind us and locked the door. I don't wait to walk with him, instead, I make my own journey to my car that was on the other side of the school where the student parking lot was. As I was walking there, I couldn't help but walk past Miss Ramerize's classroom to see if she was there and not and sure enough her lights were off and her door was closed leaving only one thing in my mind.

Was Mr. Giordano seeing Miss Ramerize?