"Lawler High" Forbidden Temptations {Teacher & Student Love Story}

Lawler High: Mr.Parker Is My What?! {Chapter 2}

He waved over to me and greeted me with a smile.

I smiled and waved woodenly back. I don't believe this.

He walked over to me as the U Haul movers were pulling off. "Hello, it appears that you are my new neighbor."

"I guess so.." I trailed off in a shocked daze. "So you paid movers to move all of your stuff in while you were at school?" I uttered not knowing what else to say.

He smiled. "Yeah, I did. I still have to unpack all of my boxes and decorate the house though. I'm not too good at interior design so we'll see what happens with that. I might have to hire someone." He laughed.

"I can help you." I blurted before I could stop myself. "I mean we are neighbors now and my parents always told me I should help my neighbors as much as I can." That was a lie. My parents didn't ever spend enough time with me to tell me anything.

"Okay, but only if you're sure. I can pay you." He offered.

"Oh no, you don't have to pay me anything. I'm only being neighborly." I smiled.

"If you insist." He smiled back.

His smile sent me into a daze and I felt my heartbeat quicken.

"So do your parents come home on the holidays? Thanksgivings is one of my favorite holidays and its only three months away. I can't wait!" He beamed.

"No, they're always on business trips or something like that. My mom doesn't work but she's still never home. She's too busy hanging out with her friends and going on getaways." More like stayaways.. I felt my face drop. I quickly plastered on a smile and tried to look as unphased as I possibly could by his question.

"Don't you ever get lonely?" He said with an honest look of concern on his face.

"Well yeah, but its okay I understand. I don't need my family on thanksgiving or Christmas or my birthdays. I don't celebrate any of that stuff anymore. It's not like they can stop their whole lives just to spend time with their daughter." I choked out, my voice breaking on the last word. "Sorry, something is stuck in my throat." I pretended to clear it noisily and smiled.

He had a dismal look on his face for a second but then quickly composed himself. "You're very mature."

"Yeah well I couldn't ever afford not to be. I've basically lived by myself since I was seven." I felt tears starting to manifest themselves my eyes so I blinked them away. "I'm going to go change. I'll be back to help you unpack in a minute."

"Okay. I'll leave the door unlocked feel free to let yourself in." he walked away.

I gathered myself and ran inside my house quickly to change.

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I walked into his house in short shorts, a lacy black tank top and converse. "Mr. Parker?"

He rounded the corner and I swear the room got 100 degrees hotter. He was wearing shorts and a black wife beater. "Are you ready to get to work?"

I looked up from his body to his face. "Oh, yeah that. Lets get to work." I walked over to him and smiled awkwardly.

"I figured this might take a while and it's already 4:00 so I ordered some pizza for dinner." He said.

"Awesome. So what are we doing first?"

"My office, it's the most important thing to get unpacked."

"Okay" I said with enthusiasm.

He led me into his office. It was the size of half of his classroom (which was pretty big). It had a desk a bookcase and 4 large boxes in it.

"The computer is already set up so we don't have to do that. All we really need to do now is unpack all the stuff that's in these boxes. Three of the boxes are full of books so it shouldn't take us that long to do this room." He went over to the boxes, cut them open and we got to work.

Sometimes I could've sworn I felt his eyes on me when we were working but I convinced myself it was only my wild imagination. We finished the room at about 5:45.

"It looks perfect." I said as I sat down in the spinny office chair at his desk.

He looked me in the eyes. "Yes, perfect."

The doorbell rang and we broke eye contact.

"I should get that." I walked briskly out of the room and answered the front door. Mr. Parker came up from behind me and paid the delivery guy.

"Dinner break." He announced as he sat the pizzas down on the table and faced me.

"You got five pizzas? Having a party I don't know about?"

He smiled. "Well, I didn't know what kind of pizza was your favorite so I ordered all of the different kinds that they had."

"You ordered five pizzas because you didn't know what my favorite was?" I blushed and looked down at the floor like I was inspecting the chestnut hardwood floor. He was a great guy.. I mean teacher. "Thank You."

"It was the least I could do."

We ate our pizza while he talked about how he got into teaching, where he was from and random facts about his life. I was surprised by how comfortable I felt around him in such a short time. He was so easy to get along with.

"So, we talked about me. How about you? Tell me something.. Like, what do you want to be when you grow up?" He said while looking at me intently.

"I don't know.. a writer maybe. It's what I'm good at."

"I find it hard to believe there is anything in the world that you wouldn't strive in doing. You should do something with your life that you love. If writing happens to be what you love then do that. If not then follow your dreams and do what you want to do."

"My mom once told me that silly pipe dreams like mine are for underachievers who set unreachable goals for themselves that they never plan to actualize."

"Far be it from me to contradict your mom, but on this I would have to disagree with her. She is wrong." He retorted

"Well she was drunk and I was six when she said it so it's not that credible of advice anyway." I fidgeted with the ring on my left finger nervously. "What about you? Did you always want to be a teacher?"

"I love teaching but no, it wasn't my dream when I was younger and it still isn't. My dream is to be a musician. I play guitar and sing but I guess I never took my own advice and followed my dreams. That's why I want you to follow yours. That way you won't go your entire life regretting not following them or wondering what could've been."

"Mr. Parker you're only 21. You still have plenty of time to follow your dreams and I think you should." I smiled. "Is that your guitar over there?" I gestured towards the living room where an acoustic guitar was resting against his couch.

"Yeah, that's mine. I haven't picked it up in years though." He shook his head dismissively.

"Do you think I can I hear you play something?" I looked at him hopefully.

He laughed. "I don't think so."

My face dropped into a frown.

"I don't think so.. maybe some other time." He said amending his thought.

"Okay" I smiled while gazing into his ocean blue eyes. It was so easy to get lost in them..

He looked deeply back into mine. He leaned his body slightly forward but then stopped abruptly and jumped out off of the dinning room chair and distanced himself from me as if the table and me were both hot lava.

"You should get home.. it's late." He stuttered.

My heart sank. "Um..okay. I'll see you later then." I said trying to suppress my tears. Why did he all of a sudden want to stay away from me? Did I say something wrong? Did he hate me now for some reason? I felt a tear fall down my cheek and a sob escape my throat as I ran out of the front door.

"Anna wait!" He exclaimed.

I heard him call after me but I just kept running. I didn't want his pity. I ran into my house and slammed my door shut. I bolted into my bedroom, sprawled myself out on my bed and cried myself to sleep.