"Are you hungry?"
I glanced at Jeremy, who was looking at me from the corner of his eye. I shook my head, shifting in my seat. I stifled a yawn, turning to look out the window again. It was night already, and I could barely make out blurred objects as we drove by them.
"It's hard to believe it's almost October, huh."
"I'll say," I responded. "It feels like a years gone by in such a short amount of time."
"Well a lot has been going on. Isn't your class trip tomorrow?"
"Oh yeah!" I sat up straighter, shock passing my face. "I haven't even packed or asked my mom for money yet!"
"I wish I could go," Jeremy said with a sigh. "I want to go to the beach while the weather is still okay..."
"To be honest, I don't know why we are going in October since it's been chilly lately, but it's supposed to be warm tomorrow. Why don't you just come down for fun?" I suggested.
"Can't. I've got to watch my sisters," Jeremy responded, his eyes on the road.
"You have sisters?"
"Yup."
"How old?"
"I have a thirteen year old sister, and a seven year old sister," he told me, smiling slightly. "They're cute. You'll have to meet them sometime."
"Sure," I responded, smiling too now.
We lapsed back into silence as we entered the downtown area. As we passed the grocery store, I vaguely wondered if Lance was working. I sighed softly. I wanted a job too.
Jeremy pulled into my driveway and I unbuckled myself, grabbing my backpack from the floor. He turned to me and smirked slightly.
"Get a wipe out of the glove and wipe your face," he suggested. "It's bloody from where you got cut."
I sucked in a quick breath. Good thing Jeremy had caught that, because I wouldn't have remembered. I quickly opened the glove compartment fished around until I grabbed a wipe. I tore open the package and pulled down the visor. To my dismay, there was no mirror.
"Let me do it," Jeremy offered.
I nodded and handed him the wipe. He grabbed my head and turned it towards him, and gently began to wipe of my cheek. I hissed slightly.
"Why does it hurt?"
"It's got disinfectant," he responded, wiping my cheek a little more roughly now. "My sisters fall down a lot, so I have these things handy."
"Oh," I responded, wincing as my cheek throbbed.
When he was done, Jeremy chucked the dirty wipe into the back seat and turned to me once more. "Well it's been an interesting day," he commented. "Will Chris being hearing about this?"
"No way," I responded quickly, shaking my head. "I think he might kill me if he found out I got involved with gangsters again... especially if it's the leader."
Jeremy chuckled. "Good point. Have a good night, kiddo. Have fun at the beach tomorrow too."
"I'll try," I responded with a small smile. "Tell your sisters I said hi."
"Sure."
I climbed out of the car and shut the door behind me. I waved to Jeremy before heading towards the house. I could barely make out anything in front of me due to the darkness. Had Jeremy and I really been gone that long?
Out of habit, I tested the door handle while reaching for my key with my other hand. I blinked in shock when I found the door open. I pushed it open slowly, frowning. Was my mom home early?
I walked in and the scent of coffee filled the air. I inhaled, following the smell towards the kitchen. Yep, definitely my mom. I yawned, pushing open the kitchen door.
"Mom, why are you home early?"
"Mom?" a masculine voice responded sounding amused.
My eyes snapped open and I came face-to-face with Mr. Heywood. He raised an eyebrow as I felt my face begin to heat up. With my eyes wide, I looked past him to see my mom sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee.
She watched me for a moment, and then stood up. I watched her warily as she came to a stop right in front of me. I braced myself, preparing for the worst.
"Welcome home!" she cried, throwing me into a big hug. "How was school? Was everyone nice to you? I hope so! I don't want to have to make any calls to the principal!"
Yep. My mom was a doting mother.
I rolled my eyes, giving my mom a short squeeze before trying to squirm out of her grasp. "Today was great, mom."
"And your date? How come I've never met this man before?" she continued, beginning to frown. "How old is he?"
I shot Mr. Heywood a glare. He was biting his lip, trying not to laugh. That only made me more irritated.
"Mom, why is my teacher here?" I asked, trying to change the topic.
My mom grinned, pulling me over to Mr. Heywood. By now he had his laughter under control and he was smiling pleasantly at my mom.
"We ran into each other at the grocery store," he explained, a smirk on his face.
"Literally," my mom interjected. "And then I found out he was your teacher, so I invited him here to have dinner. He's so young and handsome, how come you haven't mentioned him before, Holly?"
"She's never mentioned me?" Mr. Heywood asked, frowning slightly.
"When we have time together, mom, I'd rather not talk about school," I told her. "Since you're so busy all the time, it just never came up."
My mom nodded. "I see." She turned to Mr. Heywood. "Work keeps me busy so I'm almost never home."
Mr. Heywood nodded his head understandingly. "I'm sure being a single mom with a... teenage daughter must be hard."
I scowled at Mr. Heywood for a second. I knew he was going to say something offensive about me before he corrected himself. He smirked back. My mom was oblivious to the exchange completely.
"Well, shall I get supper started then?" she asked, looking between Chris and myself.
"You won't," I told her, an amused smirk slipping on my face. "Face it, mom, you can't cook at all."
My mom blushed, looking down in embarrassment. "I could still try..."
"I can cook something," Chris offered. "Believe it or not, I'm a good cook."
My mom turned to him with a grin on her face. "Really?"
"Really."
"Well, it's settled then. Holly, would you help him?"
"Uhh..."
"Good!" my mom said with a smile, putting a hand on my back. "I'm sure the two of you can figure out something good. There are steaks in the fridge. If we don't cook them soon, they might go bad. There's also onions in there too, and some potatoes. It could make a good dinner-"
"Mom," I started, cutting her off, "if you want a steak dinner, you just have to ask."
She blushed again, laughing sheepishly. "Right... sorry."
"No worries, I can make a great steak," Mr. Heywood responded, a charming smile on his face.
I rolled my eyes. Was he trying to flirt with my mom? That was gross!"
"Great!" my mom responded enthusiastically. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll take this time to make a few business calls..."
My mom smiled at Chris again and ruffled my hair before leaving the room. I frowned, trying to smooth my hair out. Mr. Heywood watched me with an amused look. I turned my frown onto him.
"What?"
"I didn't know your mom was a doting parent," he commented.
I shrugged. "She wasn't always. She was much more manageable before my dad died."
"You can sit in that chair right there," Mr. Heywood pointed to one of the kitchen chairs, "and let me do the cooking. It seems like you had a rough day."
"Huh?" I responded, raising an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
Mr. Heywood gave me a flat look. I returned it with my own confused one. He started walking towards me, and I stood my ground. He stopped about a foot away and raised his hand up to my face.
I jumped slightly when I felt his hand on my cheek. I looked up at him, and his piercing gaze made my face heat up.
"There's a cut on your cheek," he commented, running his thumb over it, sending tingles to my toes. "Your shirt sleeve has a hole in it, and you have bruised knuckles."
I looked down at my hands in surprise. Like Mr. Heywood said, on my right hand, my four base knuckles from where Shawn had stepped on me where bruised. I looked back up at Mr. Heywood in shock. How had he noticed that?
"Should we talk about this now, or later?" he demanded, his mouthing twisting into a frown.
"There's nothing to talk about," I responded, realizing his hand was still on my face, and pushing it away. "Nothing happened."
He rolled his eyes. "Haven't I told you that you can't lie to me before?"
"I'm not lying," I stated stubbornly.
"Fine," Mr. Heywood responded simply, turning around, and walking away from me. "I trust you enough to believe you."
I narrowed my eyes slightly. Was he trying to make me feel guilty? Well, it wouldn't work. I could handle the guilt. After all, I had to handle the guilt of lying to Casey anyway.
"I'll just beat the truth out of Jeremy."
I sighed, hanging my head in defeat. "No, don't do that."
"So you'll tell me?"
I bit my lip, staring at the floor. "You won't like it..."
There was a sudden hand on my shoulder and I jumped slightly, unaware that Mr. Heywood had come back across the kitchen again. His eyes pierced into mine again, and I had to look away.
"Holly, I know I won't like it, but it's important that you tell me if something has happened."
"Don't be mad at Jeremy," I said in a quiet voice.
"Stop worrying about Jeremy, Holly!" Mr. Heywood demanded, sounding slightly angry. "Worry about yourself!"
I looked at him, a bit taken aback. He gaze was hard and I swallowed nervously.
"Jeremy, uh..." I struggled to form a coherent thought. With Mr. Heywood so close to me, and how nervous I was, it wasn't working so smoothly.
"Jeremy?" Mr. Heywood urged, taking a step away from me.
I immediately relaxed, and looked up at him, frowning. "Jeremy took me to your old gang hideout..."
Mr. Heywood tensed, but didn't say anything, so I continued.
"And after awhile this guy from the gang came, and we had to leave. And I fell down the stairs," I told him, cutting out a lot of the story. "Well I didn't technically fall down the stairs, I actually fell through a step, and that's how I got the cut on my cheek, but Jeremy was below to catch me."
Mr. Heywood pursed his lips. "Holly, it's obvious you left a lot out."
I scratched my head, looking back at the ground. "This guy had back up... so Jeremy took out the back up... while the guy came after me... and well he didn't do anything," I said quickly, catching a look of Mr. Heywood's dark face. "When I fell, he just stepped on my fingers, so I guess that's how I got the bruises. Or maybe it was when I punched him, but that didn't affect him at all..."
Mr. Heywood sighed, shaking his head. "Holly..."
"But Shawn had me and I didn't want to die!" I said in defense.
"Shawn?" Mr. Heywood repeated in a serious tone.
I mentally slapped myself in the face. I wasn't going to tell Mr. Heywood it had been Shawn who found us.
"I'm going to murder Jeremy," Mr. Heywood muttered dangerously under his breath. "That little brat..."
"It's not his fault!"
"Shawn, Holly, is the leader. You attacked the leader! Are you stupid?"
"Sorry for wanting to defend myself," I responded, clenching my fist. "While you were enjoying your stupid date, I could have been injured or killed. Do you really think I'd just let him do whatever he wanted with me?"
Mr. Heywood ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'm sorry, Holly."
"It's okay," I responded softly.
"You just don't understand how serious this is."
"Then tell me!"
Mr. Heywood shook his head. "I can't."
"Why not?" I demanded, crossing my arms. "It's all secrets with you, all the time! Don't you even trust me a little?"
Mr. Heywood gazed at me for a moment, before turning to the fridge. "Sit. I'm going to get dinner started, Holly."
I went over to the chair and slumped to the table, watching as Mr. Heywood rummaged through my kitchen. I couldn't pull myself away from looking him. His unruly brown hair, his sturdy build, and his beautiful grey eyes whenever he'd take a quick look at me. When our eyes met, I blushed, and looked away.
I pressed my forehead against the tabletop. Why hadn't he answered me when I asked if he trusted me a little bit? Did that mean he didn't? Or was he just teasing me again? I sighed quietly. Why did I have to fall for such a confusing guy? Not only that, but he was almost five years older than me, and he was my teacher. Hell, my mom probably had a better chance with him than I did.
I laughed slightly at that. My mom was young, but not that young. And it didn't matter anyway. Mr. Heywood had a girlfriend now. Or at least, he was dating someone. I let out a quiet frustrated sigh.
"Here."
I looked up to see a steaming mug placed in front of me. I looked up at Mr. Heywood who was frowning slightly.
"Thanks," I said slowly, pulling the mug closer to me and peering in.
"Hot chocolate," he told me, "but I added a few extra ingredients."
"Oh."
I took a sip of the liquid, surprised when it didn't burn my tongue. The taste was even more surprising.
"What's in here? It's really good."
Mr. Heywood smirked. "It's a secret."
Before I could reply, he turned and walked back to the stove, where he was now cooking the steaks. I frowned for a moment, before returning my attention to the hot chocolate he had made me. I took another sip, savoring the taste.
By the time I finished the hot chocolate Mr. Heywood had finished dinner. My mom entered the kitchen just in time. She looked very pleased.
"Something smells wonderful," she commented, taking a next to me at the kitchen table.
"Here," Mr. Heywood said, placing a plateful of food in front of her.
"Thank you," she responded.
Mr. Heywood nodded, and placed a plate in front of me. I nodded my thanks and watched as he sat down across the table from me with his own plate. My mom was the first to take a bite. She moaned her approval. I blushed, embarrassed by her reaction.
"If you were twenty years older, I would marry you," she commented, a smile on her face.
"If only," Mr. Heywood responded with a laugh.
I rolled my eyes, cutting off a piece of steak and putting it in my mouth. I frowned when I realized how good it actually was. Not that I'd tell Mr. Heywood that after what my mom said.
"You can marry Holly instead."
I choked on my steak, banging my hand on the table in an automatic reaction. My mom looked at me worriedly. I coughed, trying to dislodge the piece of meat from me airway. When I had finally managed too, I still continued coughing, my face hot in embarrassment.
"M-mom," I started, turning towards her. "Don't say those things. He's my teacher."
"Only for a year longer," she responded, wagging her eyebrows.
I looked down at my plate, too embarrassed to look at Mr. Heywood. I had to remember never to let my mom and Mr. Heywood meet ever again. Even if I had to murder to stop it.
My mom and Mr. Heywood got into an animated chat as I silently ate my dinner, refusing to look up from my plate. I made sure to eat slowly, so I wouldn't be the first one done. When I finally finished, I noticed my mom and Mr. Heywood were long since finished eating.
My mom yawned, and stood up. "Let's clear up. I want to go to bed soon."
I stood up with her. "I'll take care of it, you can head up to bed now if you want."
"You sure?"
I nodded, shooing her with my hand. "It's fine. Go rest."
She nodded, and turned to Mr. Heywood. "Well, thanks for coming to dinner... and making it."
"No problem, thank you for having me over, and sorry for running into you," Mr. Heywood responded in a polite tone.
"Don't worry about it! Let's do this again sometime."
I looked at her in mock horror. Something like this should never happen again!
"Of course," Mr. Heywood said, contrary to my thoughts.
I sighed, watching as my mom bid one last goodbye before going to her room. I started picking up the plates, and a hand snatched them away from me. I looked up to see Mr. Heywood carrying them towards the kitchen.
"I can do it," I protested, following him.
"Shut up and let me do it."
I scowled slightly, but let it go. If he wanted to help me out, I wasn't going to stop him. It was rare, and I should enjoy it while I could.
I watched as he put the dishes in the dishwasher after rinsing them. I was a little impressed. Most guys who lived alone slacked in the cleaning area. Mr. Heywood smirked at me when he finished.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing," I responded, a blush spreading on my face. I really needed to stop blushing.
Mr. Heywood chuckled. "Sure."
"Really."
"Whatever you say, Holly."
I ignored his jibe, and turned my attention to my hands. "Sorry about my mom. She's..."
"Amusing," Mr. Heywood finished for me. "Nothing to apologize about."
I smiled slightly. "Right."
"But, I'm going to head home now," he told me, stifling a yawn. "I'll see you Monday."
Disappointment washed over me when I remembered Mr. Heywood wasn't going on the beach trip tomorrow. I shook it away. I could still have fun with my friends.
"Yeah, okay," I said, following him to the door.
He opened it and turned back at me before exiting. "Goodnight, Holly."
"Night, Mr. Heywood."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Chris," I corrected myself, feeling a blush coming up again, but I fought it back. "Goodnight, Chris."
He smirked, stepping out the door. I sighed in relief, and went to close it, but it suddenly flew back open, smacking me in the face.
"Ow!"
"Sorry," Mr. Heywood apologized sounding more entertained than amused. "But I forgot to give you this."
I looked at him in confusion, before looking down at his hand. In it was my cell phone.
"It's a Friday, and you're going out tomorrow, so I wanted to return it," he explained, giving it to me. "Now that's it. Goodbye."
"Thank you," I called before the door shut.
I grinned, looking at the phone in my hand. Mr. Heywood could be unexpectedly nice. I flipped open my phone to check my text messages. I stared in surprise at my background.
Instead of Lance and I as my background image as it was before, it was now replaced by Mr. Heywood making a funny face. I couldn't help but giggle at it. And I wasn't going to change it back either.
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BEFORE I FORGET! This chapter is dedicated to Laura Victoria Bowman! Because I was actually supposed to dedicate a chapter to her a few weeks ago, but I forgot xD
There was something else I wanted to talk about, but I can't remember it for the life of me Dx
This chapter was mostly written because I wanted to introduce Holly's mom, and we needed some Chris in it too.
Anyway~ The list of oneshots is ever growing, so from now on I'll be listing the links at the end of the stories :3 You should read them if you haven't! They are all really good!
Here we go! Because you can't simply copy from this for some reason, go to "select all" under edit at the top of your screen and copy all of it, and paste it to like, a notepad/word document, so you can easily get the link you want instead of typing it in by hand.
Make sure you check them out! They are all really good :)
Some oneshots are on Quizilla:
http://quizilla.teennick.com/stories/17200160/a-proscriptive-relationshiponeshot-for-xxskater2girl16xx
http://quizilla.teennick.com/stories/17195631/proscriptive-relationship-hidden-chapter
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http://www.wattpad.com/570275-holly-would-you-turn-me-on-a-proscriptive
http://www.wattpad.com/567904-a-proscriptive-relationship-one-shot
http://www.wattpad.com/569573-everything-but-her-apr-fanfiction-chris&holly
http://www.wattpad.com/571487-apr-a-teacher-student-love-story-one-shot-h
http://www.wattpad.com/574267-dr-love-apr-fanfiction-casey
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