After the incident that had occurred in detention the other day, I had dodged his lessons. I decided it would be best in my case to hide out in the toilets until music class was over.

I got a detentions for it, that was fine. It was a normal detentions, in the hall with the rest of the students.

It wasn't that I regretted kissing him back, I most certainly did not, I guess I was more afraid of the awkwardness that might be between us now. But maybe I was making it worse... who knows?

But as of right now, I sat on a chair in the hall. Waiting to be called in the principal's office. I surprisingly hadn't done anything wrong. But Every two weeks I had to have update meetings with the principal and my mother. My dad never bothered to attend, thank goodness.

My mom was already in the room talking, I was just being kept in this uncomfortable chair until they were ready for me to join their conversation.

A lot of teachers walked past me into the teachers lounge. Some of them asking why I was there, others not giving me a second look.

That was before Mr Armstrong walked out the teachers lounge, since I hadn't seen him in a while I must've immediately caught his eye... wouldn't be the first time though really would it?

He paused and looked down at me confused. "Haven't seen you in a while,"

"I could say the same," I responded.

"What are you doing sitting there anyway?"

"Meeting,"

"With....?"

"My mom... and the principal... why?"

"I guess I'll be seeing you in a minute." He smugly smiled at me before walking straight into the principals office and re shutting the door behind himself.

I froze for a second confused. Is he in the meeting? Why an earth would my music teacher be in- Oh no.

Did they... know?

No, there's no way. He would be more angry and annoyed than that if they did know. wouldn't he? He would be loosing his job as a teacher... of course he would be more angry. He wouldn't be in the mood to shoot me smirky smug little smiles.

Would he?

After a moment of silently freaking out and in denial of my own panic, The principal opened the door requesting for me to join. Well- maybe not requested... these meetings were mandatory.

I stood up finally stretching my leg joints for a second before following the principal into his office.

He sat down in his large chair behind his desk, Billie had pulled up another chair on the side as I slowly sat down beside my mom in front of Mr Watson (The principal.)

"So while you was waiting outside-" Mr Watson said gathering his papers together. "-we was going through your detention records,"

"And...?" I asked slowly, only to be nudged in the arm by my mom. Who was, and always seems to be, angry.

"It seems that most of you detentions recently have been coming from you Music class. Now I was talking to Mr Armstrong and it seems we both agree you've not been putting your full effort and potential into that class,"

"My efforts in that class are as best as I can do sir," I shrugged carelessly, shooting him a innocent smile.

"You'll never amount to anything if you don't stop with this behaviour," My mom criticised beside me.

"Thanks mom," I muttered.

She did this almost every meeting. It was embarrassing. Even more so when Mr Armstrong was in the room.

"I mean it Miss Valentine," She added.

Once again, not referring to me with my own name she even picked out for me.

"Yes mom," I repeated.

"You're going to-"

"-So I was thinking," Billie spoke up cutting my mom off purposely. "That we put in some more extra music classes into you schedule,"

"Extra music? Are you joking?" I asked him looking completely dumfounded. "I cant even do the amount I have now, how am I gonna ever amount to doing more so?"

"Well I agree," Mr Watson smiled. "It will give you a chance to go back and understand the things you're struggling on with out falling too far behind,"

"That's a complete stupid idea,"

"Don't be stupid, you need the extra lessons," My mom spoke up, making sure to add just enough emphases on the word need to make out that I'm clearly an imbecile.

"Thank you mom," I mumbled in a flat sarcastic tone.

"Alright I think that's all I need to say." Billie said standing back up. "I'll be in my classroom if anyone needs me." He announced before leaving the room.

Mr Watson, my mom and I all sat in silence. Before Billie re entered the room. "Mallory, I'll need you to come with me,"

I looked over at Mr Watson. Hoping he would nod to let me leave this meeting, thank the stars he did. I stood up, not even saying a goodbye to the principal or my own mother as I followed Billie down the hallways.

"Your mom," He spoke to me as we walked to his classroom. "She's..."

"...she sucks,"

"I wouldn't say that,"

"Well you can, you have my permission,"

"Well I would just stick with she's a bit crude but what ever works for you,"

We entered his empty classroom as he took a seat behind his class, I took a seat on his desk as our conversation carried on. "She's like that every meeting,"

"So how come you're sarcastic to everyone else but her?"

"Cause I don't have a death wish," I answered, quite seriously.

"Is that why you don't like to be called Miss Valentine?" He asked me leaning his elbows on the desk beside me, resting his chin in his hands.

"What because my own mother refers to me as Miss Valentine instead of my own name? Yes, precisely,"

"So is that why you act up?"

"What because my moms a cock who cant call me by my own name?"

"No, because its the only attention you get?"

I sighed slightly looking down at Billie, since I was higher yup then him being on his desk. "You're my Music teacher Billie, Not my therapist,"

"Why can't I act as both?"

"Why cant you just stay as my music teacher?"

"Because I'm interested," He shrugged taking his elbows off the desk. "Since you've been skipping my classes lately,"

"Ah yeah, I have been doing that haven't I?"

"Whys that?"

"I don't know, guess I didn't wanna see you,"

"That's a lie,"

"Smarter than you look Mr Armstrong,"

"I'm going to take that as a compliment. Now why have you been skipping my classes,"

"You ask too many questions,"

"You'll need to catch up with your answers then,"

"Great, now I have to catch up with my answers and music,"

"Was it because of our kiss?" He asked smirking slowly.

I ignored his question as I jumped off the desk.

"Well?"

"What did it mean?" I finally asked.

He looked at me for a moment, just blinking. taken back by my question. "What do you mean?"

"You kissed me,"

"You kissed me back?" He questioned as he stood up.

"And that's why I want to know Billie. You kissed me and I kissed you back. I don't know if that's something you do regularly with you students or you've done that before, Because you was way too confident coming into the music class for the first time and just picking on me. There's no way that there was just..." I drifted off my sentence trying to think of the right way to word my thoughts.

"...something about you?" He suggested.

"Yes! Precisely. there's no way there was just something special about me that made you risk your whole job. So I don't know if this is gonna be a whole Teachers pet scenario, I mean- oh my god Billie do you have a wife?" I asked him covering my mouth panicking.

The last thing I ever wanted to be was that girl who broke up a family.

I was already an idiot and a, as my mom like to put it, disappointment. I didn't need to add homewrecker on the end of that.

"What? No!" He quickly answered. "God no I'm not that much of a jerk!"

"Okay good, anyway back to my rant. I'm not playing teachers pet with you. I'm not just there for when you get bored,"

He sighed quietly. Which made me panic a little. What did I want his answer to be? I didn't love him, but I sure did have a little crush on him.

"I wouldn't have risked my job to play teachers pet with you Mallory," He breathed out, his eyes looking tired. "I don't risk my job for things like that. I don't risk my job for anyone. Not until I kissed you. I've never been like this with another student, I never planned on being like this with you..."

"Then why are we in this situation?" I asked him slowly, my mind drowning in confusion.

"Maybe there really was, as cliché as it sounds, something special about you,"