Chapter 4

After the longest weekend of my life, on Monday I had school and when I got there things were awkward between Ms. Presley and I.

Even though we tried not to show it, she tried by all means to avoid eye contact with me but I wish she knew how bad I was not sorry and how I was thinking about her the whole weekend.

After a few days, came Friday and I made my way to her cabin.

I found Ms. Presley packing up her things and ready to leave.

“Leaving yet? I thought we had extra lessons every Friday”

She sigh and look at me, finally!

“We are done with those, Mr. Aiden, I have other things to focus on.”

She was about to pass me but I blocked her way with my hand.

“Can you please stop?” she says

“I wish I could.” I tell her

I walked closer to her face and I see her looking away to avoid me.

“When your husband first met you and had feelings for you did you think he was insane for liking you?” I ask

“Look, my husband is not a kid okay.”

“Who’s a kid? Let me show you that I’m not a kid. Give me a chance”

“What chance? You’re a kid, Haley! And I don’t want to lose my job.” She rolls her eyes.

Ms. Presley walked back to her desk and put her stuff on it then she turned around to look at me from a distance, I couldn’t help myself but walk towards her.

“Look, we can make it work, nobody’s ever going to find out until I come of age. I really want this to happen and I won’t stop pushing for it.”

“What? No you need to stop it now, you have a lot of girls that are your peers here”

“But they’re not you.”

“You must be on drugs right now, I don’t believe this.”

She turned around to grab her stuff from the desk again and I pushed myself to her, I could feel my shaft against her jiggly ass cheeks and she turned around to face me, we were so close to each other that we almost kissed again.

“Please, give me a chance, none of this will affect anyone’s life.” I whisper to her

She pushed me away and walked towards the exit.

“This must come to an end, kid. I’m married and you’re a kid.” She says it with so much power in her as if emphasizing it would ever make me reconsider wanting her to be a part of my life.

“He doesn’t even love you anyway, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either.” I couldn’t hold myself from saying those words.

She was in disbelief, just standing by the door with tears in her eyes, I’m pretty sure I hurt her!

She then walks out of the room and goes to her car, once again, I messed up! I keep on messing up my chances.

I ended up going home that evening and I cooked a nice meal for my dad whom I have not been paying attention to for a few days now even when I was in his presence.

He arrived from work and put his jacket and car keys on the sofa, very useless of my father sometimes.

“It smells good in here, what’d you cook?”

He comes to join me in the kitchen and opens my pots.

“Yeah dinner will be ready in ten” I say to him

“What’s the special occasion? Layla coming over for dinner once again? You guys got back together?”

Like really dad! First of all I’d never get back with that girl since I regret ever getting with her from the first place, it was probably because my friends coaxed me into it. It got so serious to a point where I’d allow her to have dinner with me and my dad every Friday and spend Friday nights over at my house, doing whatever that couples would do at night and leave a little later on the next day.

“Wow, now I must have a reason to prepare my pops a pretty nice meal?” I ask

“No, not at all, I’m hungry by the way.” He laughs

I served dinner after five minutes later and it was my dad’s favourite, beef stew, vegetables with spaghetti, it wasn’t really that interesting but he loved it to bits, we has dinner and talked about everything we could think of.

“Dad, what happened when you met mom?”

I suddenly asked that question, like it was going to make a difference with Ms. Presley and my situation.

“Oh boy that lovely lady.” My dad smiles.

It gets me how he still finds beauty in someone that’s not even alive anymore, but what can I say? It was his wife!

“Your mom was the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life. She was very focused on her career as a Doctor as well, I was still an ordinary cop and me and my team mates were involved in a crime scene then I ended up getting shot close to my heart, I was taken to the hospital where I met this perfectly created creature that saved my life. Oftentimes I would say that she saved me for her.”

I see my dad laugh, that sure must have been his most important and favourite encounter with someone in his life.

“Well, we used to talk about my job and her job at first, talked about anything as she’d come to check up on me because she was my doctor, then when it was time for me to get discharged from the hospital I asked her for a date, very feisty that one, she said no.”

Wait what! This is actually similar to what I’m going through, I needed to ask my dad how she made my mom end up with him.

“So what happened? How did you guys end up married if she said no to a date?”

“I left the hospital, but during her lunch time I would pay her a visit and made my wounds an excuse to get checked out, until it started to annoy her and her colleagues were starting to notice what was happening so in order to make them know nothing about us, she agreed on a date, then I made that fate remarkable for her, that’s when she started to call me and we went on other different dates before we could spend a gateway to Zanzibar just to relax our minds off of work.”

Wow, sounds like a plan for me to do.

“I mean…that’s great, sounds like a fantasy.”

I commented and my dad laughed.

As a week went by I would do the same thing over and over again, whenever Ms. Presley was on lunch she would stay in her cabin, she had no friends and I went to her cabin to annoy her. She tried to kick me out but it would not work.

One Friday when I made my way to her office I was locked, I’m pretty sure she knew I was coming to persuade her again.

Weekend passed and I still did the same thing the next weekend and I could see that she was getting really annoyed by this and feared the people around her would notice something.

She once got out of class and her things fell down from her hands then I rushed to pick them up for her, she was looking uncomfortable with how I was staring at her the whole time I was picking her things with her.

“Thanks, Mr. Aiden.” She mumbled

“Anytime.” I smiled

Ms. Presley avoided eye contact with me and she rushed out of the school building to avoid the crowd’s attention.

I grin.

After a few hours I heard from another student that Ms. Presley would like to see me in her cabin and I was a little excited about it then I made my way to her cabin.

“Close the door.” She says

I closed the door.

“Let’s talk, what is it? What do you want? How do I make you stop this? It’s embarrassing me and I don’t want to lose my job over people’s assumptions, like…must I transfer to another school too?”

“For what? You make it look like it’s a dreadful thing to love someone.” I rolled my eyes

Not what I anticipated.

“Love?! What love, are you nuts?”

She wanted to yell but she couldn’t so she was whispering so nobody would hear us across the room, it was still working and school hours.

“You took me out of my class for this nonsense?” I ask

“No, I want you to stop bothering me, I could report you for it do you know.”

Uh…okay?

“Shall I do you the honour of coming with?” I ask with a grin

I say how speechless she was.

“What do you want?” she asks

“A date with you.”

She was startled.

“Where did you ever see a seventeen year old boy on a date with a thirty six year old woman huh?” she utters

“I don’t care about me seeing them, I want to be them. I don’t mind.”

She reached out to something in her bag, it was a card and she handed it to me.

“Stop coming to me like we’re friends, there’s my number.”

I smiled, then I left her cabin to my class, I was happy that dad’s story with mom helped me, otherwise I didn’t know of any way to get her time and attention.

Next step, I must make our date remarkable as well so she’d miss me every second.

My dad went well along with many soccer practices and going home to do homework, one Saturday I could not keep myself waiting, in the evening I called Ms. Presley and she eventually answered after I tried calling her during the day and she was not answering.

“Alesia Ande, hello?”

She has the sweetest voice ever.

“Hey its me. Your date for tonight.” I say

“Oh its you, why did you call me?”

“You know why, don’t act like that. I’ve booked us a private reservation in this Italian restaurant across town.”

“Isn’t that a little too far and a bit late for a seventeen-year-old?”

I really prayed she stopped using my age as an excuse for everything I said

“I mean…no, that’s why I chose it.”

“Alesia! Alesia! Get your ass here, little slut!”

I heard her husband’s voice over the phone summoning her like a dig he was.

“I gotta go” Ms. Presley said

“Will you be able to make it?”

She already hung up on my question and I sighed.

The day I finally get my hands on that abusive idiot, I’ll be outraged.