Andrew.
She pulled a large, clear bag with a hanger sticking out the top from behind the counter. Andrew and her spoke for a few minutes as she giggled loudly, although their actual conversation was inaudible. She headed back in my direction, and Andrew followed behind her.
A red pincushion was wrapped around her wrist as she approached. “I’ll try not to stick you,” she said nervously.
“I’ll see you this evening, Haley,” Andrew grinned widely.
“Still no quiz, right?” I asked, hoping he hadn’t changed his mind.
“Nope.”
“See you tonight,” I smiled bashfully.
Andrew exited through the tinted glass front door.
“Mr. Alexander is quite handsome,” Ms. Cardwell remarked.
“And nice, too.”
“Are you two an item?” Her question caught me off guard.
“No, why?” I asked defensively.
“He seemed very fond of you,” she smiled. “And he paid for your dress.”
“He did?” I asked stunned.
“Yes, he insisted, so I figured you two were dating.”
“No, but…” I stopped, refraining from sharing any further details.
This moment could not be more perfect—I had her cornered. “Speaking of dating, what’s the situation between you and my father?” I asked, less confident now than I had imagined it in my head, as I twitched my fingers nervously.
Her expression revealed it all “I’m not at liberty to speak about that matter.”
“I see,” I sighed.
She swiftly exited the room without saying another word. She was probably on her way to call my father to tell him she might have revealed too much. I angrily changed back in to my clothes and stormed out of the store before spewing any unnecessary comments to any undeserving individuals. My thoughts raced as I threw my purse into the car on the passenger’s seat, failing to see the statuesque man leaning against my driver’s door.
“Andrew!” I smiled.
“I decided against waiting until tonight,” he grinned.
“I’m glad you did.”
Every inch of my body tingled—even without his electrifying touch.
“Is everything okay?” he asked suspiciously.
“My face, right?” I sighed.
“Yes, very much so,” he laughed.
“I believe I just ran in to my father’s lover or girlfriend or whatever you want to call her.” I rolled my eyes.
“Evelyn?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“She seems very nice.”
“She is very nice,” I agreed. “But that isn’t the issue.”
“Your father’s denial, right?”
I was impressed. He had listened carefully the other day to my obsessive ramblings. “Yes.”
“Why are you upset?”
“Because he lies,” I reiterated.
“Just remember why he lies,” he reminded.
“You make it difficult to be upset,” I grinned, shaking my head.
“I don’t like to see you so upset.”
“I guess I’ll just have to hang out with you more,” I laughed lightly.
“That I do like,” he laughed back. “So I’ll see you in class tonight, right?”
“Of course.”
“I have to grade some papers, but I wanted to make sure you were fine first.”
“I am,” I reassured.
“Okay, see you in class,” he smiled, sliding into a silver colored luxury sports car, which seemed odd for a part-time professor’s salary.
I waved goodbye and slid into my car—anxious to see him again.
Ryan skipped school again tonight, which suited me just fine. I hadn’t spoken with him since Friday. His absence made it easier to be near Andrew—my giggling in class tonight would have horrified him.
In fact, every girl in class giggled at Andrew’s funny stories. Ancient mythology was definitely easier to understand with his insight. The way he could paint a picture in our minds was spectacular, as if he, himself, had lived during those times.
It was hard to hide the jealousy I had for all the girls in my class. They had noticed Andrew from day one, while I had the opportunity before school began and passed it up to mope alone in my house. I was delighted with his long lasting
She pulled a large, clear bag with a hanger sticking out the top from behind the counter. Andrew and her spoke for a few minutes as she giggled loudly, although their actual conversation was inaudible. She headed back in my direction, and Andrew followed behind her.
A red pincushion was wrapped around her wrist as she approached. “I’ll try not to stick you,” she said nervously.
“I’ll see you this evening, Haley,” Andrew grinned widely.
“Still no quiz, right?” I asked, hoping he hadn’t changed his mind.
“Nope.”
“See you tonight,” I smiled bashfully.
Andrew exited through the tinted glass front door.
“Mr. Alexander is quite handsome,” Ms. Cardwell remarked.
“And nice, too.”
“Are you two an item?” Her question caught me off guard.
“No, why?” I asked defensively.
“He seemed very fond of you,” she smiled. “And he paid for your dress.”
“He did?” I asked stunned.
“Yes, he insisted, so I figured you two were dating.”
“No, but…” I stopped, refraining from sharing any further details.
This moment could not be more perfect—I had her cornered. “Speaking of dating, what’s the situation between you and my father?” I asked, less confident now than I had imagined it in my head, as I twitched my fingers nervously.
Her expression revealed it all “I’m not at liberty to speak about that matter.”
“I see,” I sighed.
She swiftly exited the room without saying another word. She was probably on her way to call my father to tell him she might have revealed too much. I angrily changed back in to my clothes and stormed out of the store before spewing any unnecessary comments to any undeserving individuals. My thoughts raced as I threw my purse into the car on the passenger’s seat, failing to see the statuesque man leaning against my driver’s door.
“Andrew!” I smiled.
“I decided against waiting until tonight,” he grinned.
“I’m glad you did.”
Every inch of my body tingled—even without his electrifying touch.
“Is everything okay?” he asked suspiciously.
“My face, right?” I sighed.
“Yes, very much so,” he laughed.
“I believe I just ran in to my father’s lover or girlfriend or whatever you want to call her.” I rolled my eyes.
“Evelyn?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“She seems very nice.”
“She is very nice,” I agreed. “But that isn’t the issue.”
“Your father’s denial, right?”
I was impressed. He had listened carefully the other day to my obsessive ramblings. “Yes.”
“Why are you upset?”
“Because he lies,” I reiterated.
“Just remember why he lies,” he reminded.
“You make it difficult to be upset,” I grinned, shaking my head.
“I don’t like to see you so upset.”
“I guess I’ll just have to hang out with you more,” I laughed lightly.
“That I do like,” he laughed back. “So I’ll see you in class tonight, right?”
“Of course.”
“I have to grade some papers, but I wanted to make sure you were fine first.”
“I am,” I reassured.
“Okay, see you in class,” he smiled, sliding into a silver colored luxury sports car, which seemed odd for a part-time professor’s salary.
I waved goodbye and slid into my car—anxious to see him again.
Ryan skipped school again tonight, which suited me just fine. I hadn’t spoken with him since Friday. His absence made it easier to be near Andrew—my giggling in class tonight would have horrified him.
In fact, every girl in class giggled at Andrew’s funny stories. Ancient mythology was definitely easier to understand with his insight. The way he could paint a picture in our minds was spectacular, as if he, himself, had lived during those times.
It was hard to hide the jealousy I had for all the girls in my class. They had noticed Andrew from day one, while I had the opportunity before school began and passed it up to mope alone in my house. I was delighted with his long lasting
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