𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
"Ice cream."
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"What?" I averted my attention to Mr. Anderson.

"Do not what me." His tone demanding.

"Yes?"

"I want you upstairs and for you." He turned to his wife.

"I need you to stop harassing my guest."

Miranda facial expressions look flabbergasted. "Are you serious!?"

"Very." He eyed her

Miranda grunted and left out the house, slamming it from behind her.

"Where is she-

Mr Anderson sighs interrupting me, "To hoe around."

"What?-And you're just okay with that?" I said shocked

Mr. Anderson sighs, "yes because I don't care." he said nonchalantly

I scoffed from his lack of emotions, "Okay-so you want me upstairs for what?"

"drop the attitude Kali, you know I don't like it." he glares.

"Sorry sir."

A smirk appears slightly on his lips, he begins to hold his hands behind his back gracefully as he stood over my 5'8 self.

"what's funny?" I crossed my arms in annoyance.

he cleared his throat
"You."

I rolled my eyes holding on to the door handle.

"Kali,"

"I don't belong here."

"You don't, but you also don't belong there." he stares at my eyes closely

I instantly knew he was talking about my home, my adoptive mother April.

"You don't even know where I belong." I scoffed

Mr. Anderson chuckled before speaking, "you rather go back home to that psychotic bitch?"

My eyebrow raises and he sighs, "my apologies." he dusted off his shirt.

"No it's okay, you're right."

"I know."

"I take it the fuck back."

Mr. Anderson continued to laugh and push Kali's buttons, clearly enjoying her annoyance. As Kali crossed her arms, he casually leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "let's go get some ice cream, hm?"
His low voice sent chills up Kali's spine.

"The whispering was unnecessary."

"Eh?" He hurried out the door, shutting it behind him.

"Hey!" I ran after him.

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I turned the AC up inside his car, "So Mr. Anderson, how long was you teaching for?"

"6 years." He says as he turns the steering wheel.

"Hm, have you always taught history?"

"No, I used to be a math teacher."

"Which was better for you?"

"History."

"How old are you?"

Mr. Anderson glances at me before staring back at the road. "Who's asking?"

"Me."

"Im twenty nine." he stated

"You're young to be honest, I thought you were like forty."

He chuckles softly.

"So-

"I think it's my turn Torres." he interrupted

Of course.

"Who's your favorite class?" He asks

"Hm probably Mr.Connor class."

He opens his mouth slightly surprised, "I should've of known you had a thing for baldies." he stated

"Unt unt." I said

He laughs before continuing, "What do you want to become in life, hm?"

"Zoology sounds like a really fascinating field of study, I've always had a passion for animals and biology."

"So are you going to college?"

"Yes, I've been thinking a lot about my future and I'm still trying to decide whether or not I want to go to college. The cost is a big consideration, and I'm not sure if it's worth the debt."

Mr Anderson nodded his head agreeing, "Take your time." He said
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I got out of the passenger seat of his car and waited for him to get out on the other side. "Is Torres waiting for me?" he teased

"No." I walked towards the line outside of a open window.

I waited in the line filled with randoms, a stranger glanced at me while waving, I didn't wanted to be rude so I waved back.

"hey girl, what's you're name?" He winked

"It's Rylie."

Mr. Anderson stood behind me watching us interacting carefully. "Rylie?, you don't look like a Rylie." the boy said

Silence.

"I think you're really pretty, can I get your number?"

"Sur-

"Here." Mr. Anderson interrupted handing the boy a piece of paper

"What is this?" He examines it

"Her number?"

"Who are you?-Her boyfriend?" He asked

No, I wish though.

"A friend." He said nonchalantly

"Next!" The ice cream worker called

After what seemed like an eternity, the stranger finally left and got his ice creamed, leaving me and Mr. Anderson alone.

"Hello! What can I get you two couples for today?" The worker smiled

"No, this is my student." He said randomly

"Oh." They replied

"What do you want?" he turns to me.

"Cookies and cream is fine." I said

"Could I get chocolate and cookie's and cream ice cream, hm?" he took out his wallet digging into it, pulling out 50$

"Sir this ice cream is only for 10$."

"It's my pleasure." he stares

She nodded her head handling us our ice cream. "Go get in the car." He demanded.

"Wait."

"Hm?"

"Thank you." I goggled his eyes

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"Mhm." he hesitated to say.