When I Kissed the Teacher

CHAPTER EIGHT:YOU JUST GOT MAIL

● Chapter Eight ●

After I got home after my cut short tutor session with Mr. Giordano I tried my best to forget that Mr. Giordano was on a date who was possibly Miss Ramerize by stuffing my face with Taco Bell. I know that I have no reason to be acting the way that I do, especially since I don't even like him. I just find parts of him attractive but I'm not like Toni who actually wants to f**k the dude. I actually know the right from wrong and the feelings that the whole study body teenagers have is wrong.

"Do you need to damage your body by eating fast food Ariana? You're going to get fat if you keep eating how you are." My grandmother said from the other side of the couch where she sat knitting my dad for Christmas, which was still months away.

I roll my eyes as I take another bite out of my hard shell taco, which was probably my third one if I'm lucky. "Well, at least I'd be warm in the winter."

My grandmother shakes her head mutter about how millennials these days don't care about the world or their bodies and that one day our generation was going to end up destroying the world, which I beg to defer because that's all going to be all on the government because they won't take Trump out of the office. If they want to live until 2020 they should remove him if they know what's good for them.

"Grandmother, I love you and you know that, but I am in control of what goes inside of my body, not you," I reply crumbling up the wrapper and shoving it in the box and grabbing another one out.

"Are you saying that you're whoring yourself around Ariana?" My grandmother spats looking over at me with her glasses down to the tip of her nose like a librarian. I choke on my taco, my eyes burning with tears as I cough up the part of the shell that went down my throat as a whole and stare at my grandmother in shock. Never in my life have I ever heard my grandmother say such a word, usually, she is scowling for that sort of language and going all religious on our asses. She was like Angelina from The Office except not obsessed with cats.

"Grandmother!" I yell in shock to which she rolls her eyes at me. "Why would you even ask me that? It's none of your concern if I've had s*x or not."

"Well, you are your mother's child." She says to which it was my time to roll my eyes. Besides the whole my grandmother being a heavy catholic, she really hated my mother. Maybe it was because she fell pregnant with me a month after graduation causing my father to go to the local community college in our town than going to a university and the worse part is that my grandmother doesn't even try to hide the hate that she feels towards my mother, always scowling how she raised me, how she cooks or even how she dresses. My grandmother is the worse and I may love her but she wasn't my favorite grandmother. In fact, because her hatred towards my mother is so strong, she is harder on me then she is with the rest of my cousins which I've been starting to believe that she hates me just as much as she does with my mother.

"Did I ever tell you the story where you mother refused to name you after me?" My grandmother asks shaking her head. "All of your girl cousins all have the same middle name except for you and your mother ruined it with you by naming you, Rose."

I roll my eyes. I have already heard this story about a million times now and the same thing always happens after she tells me. She tries making me change my middle name to her name which was Ellenreian, a name that I would never have in my name or my kids. That name just reminds me of my horrible grandmother.

While she was telling her story and knitting, I grabbed the half-empty box of Taco Bell and slowly walked towards the stairs. Her voice was still being heard from the living room when I reached my room and I found that extremely annoying. Maybe if I hid in my room until my parents came home, my grandmother will leave because my mother is home and either way my grandmother came unexpectedly and my mother hates when she shows up unannounced and stays in our house while we are out. I swear my grandmother doesn't have any boundaries in her body.

As I shut my door quietly behind me, I walk over to my desk where my computer was and quickly signed in. I instantly went to f*******: and started to read all the comments that everyone was making about the senior science trip. Most saying how much fun they were going to have while others were saying that they couldn't wait to see Mr. Giordano shirtless. I'm surprised that none of the parents are concerned about how much commotion Mr. Giordano was making with all the girls but then again not many adults in our town have a f*******: for some odd reason or they probably don't care because the feelings won't last long.

Opening up a new tab, I log onto my Vudu and go to my movies. While I wait for You Got Mail to load, I walk to my closet and get my pajamas on. I really don't want to lay on my bed with jeans on because laying down with jeans was extremely uncomfortable.

A message alert rings out and my heart jumps from how loud I left my computer. I walk over to my laptop with my shirt in my hands and stare down at the alert, my stomach fluttering and my heart stopping.

Alejandro Giordano just sent you a message