The teacher's mate

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"Iris?" My father calls, I carefully walk into the room. They both look at me in shock.

"Iris, how much have you heard?" My mother asks suspiciously.

"Not enough. What's wrong with me?" I ask with tears in my eyes.

My father takes me in his arms. "Nothing honey, you're perfect. Don't worry." He says reassuringly and gently rubs my back.

"Then why did Mom say you have to be careful? Because I get angry easily?" I ask unsure.

"Because we're afraid it will weaken our bond. We love you," My mother assured me.

With the phone conversation earlier today in mind, I'm not sure if I should believe that. I do believe they love me, yes. But my gut feeling says there's more to it.

I'll leave it alone for now, it's clear they're not going to tell.

For now, I pretend to believe it and dry my tears and hug my mother.

"What are we eating?" I ask to change the subject.

"Your favorite, lasagna." She answers with a smile.

I help my mother make dinner. After Stacy's text I surrendered myself to not being able to celebrate my birthday when it's my birthday, over dinner we discuss ideas for the party. Although they do come up with ideas and approve some things, they are somewhat reserved. I try not to pay too much attention to it and to push it away.

After dinner, I go to my room. I open my laptop and look for nice outfits for my birthday. I can't find anything I really like. I decide to look at dresses.

I hardly ever wear dresses. I can count the number of dresses hanging in my closet on one hand, and I've only worn them all once. If I had something special. I never feel comfortable in a dress. I prefer to just wear jeans and a shirt.

I never really know where to look for a dress so I give up looking. I plan to ask Stacy for help tomorrow. She always likes to go shopping. She must be very happy when I say I want to look for a dress. She's been trying to get me to put on a dress for years.

I go back downstairs to see what my parents are doing. Not surprisingly, I find them in front of the TV. Even less surprising is what they are watching. Discovery ID, they're addicted to it. I grab a drink and sit down with them. A new episode about old reopened cases is just starting. This time about a young woman who has been missing for 30 years.

After fifteen minutes I give up, it always ends the same, that the person is not found.

I wish my parents good night and go back upstairs.

I get my things ready for tomorrow and take a quick shower before I go to sleep.

The next morning I have a hard time getting out of bed and I can't get ahead. I tossed and turned all night.

"Jeez, you look terrible today." Stacy says as I get in the car with her.

"Yeah, thanks for pointing that out." I say grumpy.

"Still mad about your birthday?" She asks as she drives off.

"No, I surrendered myself to that, I slept really badly." I answer.

I barely get through the first few hours. After lunch, I feel a little better and for a short time I have a little bit more energy.

After lunch it's time for the first real history lesson.

When I walk into the classroom with Nora, WWII is written on the board.

"Why this again? We already had this 2 years ago." I wonder aloud. Nora and I take a seat in the back of the class.

"Good afternoon everyone." Mr. Adams greets us and he closes the door.

Everyone is immediately quiet. "You must be wondering why we're going to talk about World War II. After all, you've covered that a long time ago." He begins.

I cross my arms on the table and lay my head on it.

Without realizing it, I have drifted off to sleep because I am awakened by a painful stab in my side. "Am I so sleep-inducing?" Mr. Adams asks in an attempt to be funny. I feel myself turning red and the rest of the class starts laughing.

"Ehh...Ehh no sorry sir." I stammer.

"I think you got the first detention of the year." He says and I groan.

Elliot pov.

Did she seriously fall asleep during class? I have no other choice, I have to put her in detention. That means I'll be alone with her soon. s**t!

I need to check her records before then.

In the hours that follow I struggle to pay attention.

I keep forgetting where I left off with the explanation.

Nice start to the year, I think to myself.

As soon as I get a chance, I'll try to open Iris' file.

Have a look. Fairly good grades, never really any problems. Basically a standard student. I click on the tab for personal data.

Almost 18, that makes a difference. She's adopted, then there's a small chance she might be a werewolf after all, but doesn't know it.

There is a soft knock on the door. Without looking I know it's Iris. I smelled her delicious smell before she knocked on the door.

I have to do my best to contain Thunder. I gesture to the tables in front of my desk.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to fall asleep." She says shy. She doesn't look at me, thankfully. I'm sure she'll see that my eyes are black.

I take a good look at her, she looks very tired.

"Could that be a sign?" I ask Thunder.

"Isn't that a bit early? It won't happen for another week and a half." He responds.

He's right about that. Maybe I'm just imagining it because I want to.

"Are you all right?" I ask genuinely concerned. She thinks for a moment. "Yes, just a little tired." She says and at that moment her stomach rumbles.

She blushes. "Sorry, I've been kinda hungry lately." She apologizes.

"Maybe it is a sign." Thunder says hopefully.

Iris pov.

Oh god, I'm so ashamed. Why do I have to fall asleep in his class? And now I'm dying of hunger. What must he think of me?

I stare at my hands so I don't have to look at him. He rummages around in a drawer.

"Here, eat this." He says and hands me a musli bar.

Now I have to look at him. I accept it gratefully. When I take it, our fingers touch and I quickly withdraw my hand. I feel a slight strange tingling.

For a moment it seems as if his eyes change color.

When I try to look again they are just their normal gray color.

I must have imagined it. It must be because I am so tired and very hungry.

I eat the bar in silence. Then I'll start on the homework we got today.

In between I occasionally glance at Mr. Adams, luckily he didn't notice. I have to be careful not to look too long, but that's hard.

For a teacher, he's a real hottie. My gaze falls on his lips again, and I begin to wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

Before my mind can wander any further, he clears his throat.

I feel my cheeks turn red and look back at my book in embarrassment.

Secretly I look at him from the corner of my eye, is he smiling?

When the hour is up I don't know how fast to get out. Stacy is waiting for me outside. She is flirting with an unknown boy by her car. Not her type at all.

"Hey, thanks for waiting." I say when I walk up. "Of course, no problem." She answers. "Sorry, gotta go." She says to the boy and we get in.

"Who was that?" I ask curiously. "I don't know, a random boy admiring my car." She answers. "Soo, how was detention with Mr. Handsome?" She asks curiously.

"Mainly uncomfortable." I answer. To change the subject I ask "Do you have anything to do on Friday?" I already know the answer, but I'll ask anyway.

"You know I have nothing planned, what do you want to do?" She asks curiously. "Shopping... for a birthday... dress." I say carefully.

"Really?!? Of course I'm coming!" She answers very happily. I laugh at her reaction.

"You're home late today." My mom says when I come in. She is in the kitchen with my father preparing dinner. "Yes, sorry, I had detention after school." I say a little embarrassed. "Detention?" My father says surprised.

"What happened?" My mother asks.

She stops what she was doing and looks at me. "I was very tired today, slept badly, and I fell asleep during class. It was really embarrassing." I explain.

My mother looks at my father with meaningful look in her eyes.

What is that supposed to mean?

"That's not so good, try to go to sleep early the next few days." My father says and walks out of the room.

"No s**t Sherlock.." I mumble softly.

"What did you say honey?" My mother asks. "Nothing, do you need help?" I ask.

"Set the table, dinner is almost ready." She Answers and I will do as she asks.

I don't say much during dinner, I'm still tired. My parents look at me with concern. "Are you feeling alright?" My mother asks worriedly. "Why does everyone keep asking that, I'm okay, just tired. Jeez!" I answer angrily.

I immediately regret my reaction. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's bothering me lately." I apologize and my parents exchange another knowing look.

"What is it with you?! Something is going on that you're not telling me!" I ask angrily.

I hate that they don't tell me what's going on. "I'm not a little kid anymore, tell me what's up!" I command when they keep quiet. But they don't say a word.

"Fine! Then don't!" I react angrily and go to my room.

I'm starting to understand why all teenagers my age hate their parents. This is so terribly frustrating.