The teacher's mate

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I decide to go for a walk to cool off. I quietly walk downstairs. I hear my parents arguing, judging by the tone it must be about me again.

I dramatically slam the door behind me and start walking.

I walk towards the shopping street. It's a fifteen-minute walk, but that allows me to get my thoughts in order. I just don't understand why they won't tell me what's going on. Don't I have a right to know what's going on? After all, it's about me!

When I'm in the shopping street, I stop at the ice cream parlor. There is a long line, which was to be expected. The weather is still nice and warm and it's the only place that sells ice cream.

I'm trying to figure out which flavor I'll take when I get the feeling of being watched. I try to look around discreetly, but I can't see anyone. I must have imagined it, I think to myself, trying to shake off the feeling.

I think I'm going for chocolate ice cream. That's still my favorite.

I pay for 2 scoops and walk away.

Not far from here is my favorite spot. It is a bit remote and I can enjoy the sun in silence.

A few years ago, I came across this place when I had my first real fight with my parents. It is secluded at the edge of the forest. In all the time I've been coming here, I've never seen anyone here. So every time I want to be alone or need a place to think, I come here.

I've just made myself comfortable when I start feeling like I'm being watched again. But again, there is no one to be seen. I try not to give it too much attention, but the feeling remains.

Then I see someone walking through the trees. The figure looks familiar to me but I can't place who it is.

It is clearly a boy or man.

When he notices me, he pauses momentarily, as if hesitating whether to continue. Then he decides to continue walking. As he approaches I see who it is, Mr. Adams.

Great, I'm really not looking forward to that. I don't want to go home yet either, so I hope he just keeps walking.

"Iris, hello." He greets me when he is closer.

"Hello, Mr. Adams." I greet back, and at first, it seems as if he is going to walk on. He stops abruptly and looks at me. Oh god, what now.

"Iris, are you okay?" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned. "Honestly, no." I answer before I know it.

I can slap myself in the face, I don't feel like talking to a teacher about my problems anyway, and he probably doesn't want to listen to a student's problems either. "But it's nothing important." I say hoping he gets the hint. But he looks at me, it looks like he's in a fight with himself. Weird.

Apparently, he lost the fight, or won, I don't know, but he sits down next to me with a sigh. "Please tell me what's wrong." He finally says.

"You don't have to do this. You probably don't want to hear about a teenager's problems." I try.

"I don't mind, and from what I've read, you're not a teenager anymore, you're a young adult." He answered.

I'm quiet for a moment. "I wish my parents saw me that way too. I'm sure there's something wrong with me. They're worried about something but refuse to say what it is." I say irritated.

"And what do you think they're worried about?" He asks. I feel him looking at me, but I dare not look back.

I'm looking for the right words. "That I've been extremely short-tempered lately, sleep badly, have a huge appetite." I say and he is silent for a moment.

I look at him out of the corner of my eye, and again it seems like he's having a conversation with himself. Because it appears as if he is not paying attention, I dare to look at him a little longer.

"It's rude to stare at someone you know." He suddenly says with a smirk on his face. "Uhh, S..sorry." I stutter and I feel myself turning red.

"Tell me, when did this all start?" He asks seriously. "I'm not sure, maybe a week ago, I think." I answer unsure.

"And you're turning 18 next week, right?" He asks and I nod. "Strange." He mutters softly, more to himself than to me.

"Sorry, but what's strange?" I ask. "Um, never mind. I've got to go. See you at school tomorrow." He says and stands up. While standing up, our hands touch and I feel a strange tingling sensation. He quickly withdraws his hand and walks away. Okay... if there's anything strange, it's him.

Elliot pov.

"She doesn't realize it yet, but she feels the mate bond too." Thunder says as I walk away.

"Yeah, I think so too. I'm pretty sure she's a wolf, I need to talk to her parents." I say to him.

When I'm out of sight, I start running.

If my suspicions are correct, she will get her wolf before the end of this week.

I knock on the door and wait impatiently for it to open. When it takes too long, I knock a little harder. Finally, the door is opened, by a man who I guess is Iris's father.

"Earl, who is it?" I hear a woman's voice call out before I get a chance to speak.

"I'm Elliot Adams, your daughter's teacher. Can I come in?" I ask.