Number 25

Chapter 10

Ms. Kim had a serious habit of not answering questions right away. Lisa felt like she reveled in leaving people hanging.

Lisa hated it.

She found that she couldn't control it though. She couldn't stop the question from coming out of her mouth. She knew it was going to happen. She felt it. Lisa needed more time and was going to get it however she could.

Her mother came home late on Sunday's and she usually ordered pizza. Maybe they could eat pizza together and hang out.

Lisa knew that Ms. Kim had to see her dad later on. She also knew that there was something the blonde wasn't telling her, but she would never push. She was glad that Ms. Kim finally told her what was going on. Ms. Kim knew how much time her father had left and finally told Lisa.

Lisa held her breath. She was hoping she could just pass out if the answer was no. (She found out, she would pass out if the answer was yes too).

"Yes." Ms. Kim said simply. She was looking at her with gentle eyes. Lisa wanted to melt into them like the way chocolate melts into someone's hands on a hot day.

"Really?" Lisa choked out.

"Yes." Ms. Kim said again and Lisa wasn't taking her chances. She hopped out of the car after grabbing her basketball and made her way to the driver side of the car. She opened Ms. Kim's car door and held her hand out.

"Thank you." Ms. Kim said as she grabbed a hold of Lisa's hand. It was so soft and warm in hers and she loved it. When Ms. Kim was standing before her, Lisa shut the door behind her.

"We have some time. My mom isn't coming home any time soon." Lisa informed the teacher and she nodded.

Lisa lived in a cute three story house. It wasn't over the top but Lisa liked it and she liked the pool in the back. It was too chilly for them to actually get in the pool though. They walked up the stairs of her porch and inside the house.

She had many baby pictures of herself that her mother just refused to take down. She had many pictures of her basketball team and her in her jerseys. Ms. Kim looked at them expectantly.

"Your jerseys, your number," Ms. Kim breathed out. "Is it always twenty-five?" She asked and Lisa nodded.

"I don't know. Something about that number just makes me happy. I like it."

"Number twenty-five. I should start calling you that." Ms. Kim cooed as she looked over the pictures and Lisa chuckled. Her friends came over a lot and Lisa had to beg her mom to take down her naked baby picture. It was so embarrassing.

"You were a cute kid." Ms. Kim observed.

"Yeah, what about now?" Lisa wanted to groan. Ms. Kim was doing it again. The art teacher just stared at her and Lisa swore her eyes moved down her body. Did she just check her out?

Ms. Kim cleared her throat and shrugged, "I've seen worse."

"You are lying." Lisa said and Ms. Kim giggled.

"I'm not answering that question."

"Just admit I'm cute." Lisa said seriously as Ms. Kim looked around. Her mother was over the top and had art work everywhere.

"These paintings are amazing." Ms. Kim breathed out.

"Don't change the subject."

Ms. Kim giggled again, "My lips are sealed." She said as they walked into the family room. The walls were white and the furniture was dark. There was a huge TV hanging on the wall and a desk area off in the corner. Her mother often liked to work down here while Lisa watched basketball games.