My Father's Students

My Potential Therapist

Even after my protest and justification and reasons my father kept pressuring me to apologise to Diana for a few more days until he got tired.And ofcourse I did not. My life was going on in the same monotonous rhythm. Except for some reason I started to feel at ease at some point.But I did not know the reason up until the birthday of Glory.

Glory's father is a well known businessman in this Area.He is well connected with many prominent and efficient persons.People used to respect him a lot .But I never liked him to be honest.I always thought he was too conservative and orthodox.

We all were invited for a evening birthday party. Though the friend was mine but I did not even get to choose the gift. Because according to my parents I don't have good choice.Well,yes mom dad ,I did not even got a chance of declining my arrival here.If I was given a chance and a choice i would never come here for sure.

That day with my mother's earnest request i wore a pink floral short dress and a little milimal jewellery. I swear I did not want to.Cause every time I wear a necklace i feel I will choke ,i wear a bracelet and I feel my hands are bound, everytime I wear earrings it feels heavy.I would rather not wear any thing.

But I did that day.Cause she says ," I feel embarrassed of you if you do not look presentable"

Sometimes I think if money is everything .And I get my answer when I come to this types of parties.It has been 1 hour since I have been noticing Glory but never did a smile escaped her face.

Standing near the statue I say in a low voice," Is anyone happy in this world?"I shigs

"That depends......" - A deep voice came from my left side.

I turned to my left ,"You????!!!"

My English teacher...

'Don't be too surprised.I am not uninvited " He bended down to my level.

"Don't tell me you don't know who I am ?"-He raised his eyebrow.

I turned to him ," Ofcourse I know.You are my teacher"

"And ..?"

And ? Was there supposed to be an and .How ? Why? s**t! I actually don't even know his name!Is he someone famous?I don't remember his kind of looks.

"You are such an overthinker,little one" -He came forward .He Patted his hand on my head and chuckled .

For the first time I noticed the height difference.It is like I am seeing A huge statue. And what? Did he just treat me like a pet ? By patting??? Little one? Is he Me.selfish giant.I swear this little,dumbass!!

Despite my feelings somehow I did not protest.

I took a step back.His hand was hanging there where I was standing.But he did not get upset like he knew i would do that .He took the hand back.

With a glimpse of smile he goes,"I guess I never introduced myself and i don't know what your father said to you about Me. So ,I am Waylon Smer.English literature major.Your dad's ex student" Then he paused,"oh ,yeah and Glory's Elder brother "

"But the surname"- I asked myself.

I was too stunned but I controlled my feelings," So ,you are the thing she keeps complaining about?"

He pretended to get hurt ,"Ouch ! That hurts." He giggled.

I could not stop but noticing his dimple.

It's so much perfect.

Then I looked away.

Grhhh! What are you doing Ali ! You are not going to stare like that ,Are you ?

"Are you starting to zone out again?,"He asked.

"Are you planning to get the job of my therapist too? Always asking what is going on in my mind? " - I grin

He tittered.

Just at that moment we are called in the cake cutting ceremony.I parted my ways and for the next few hours i made sure that I did not meet him.

When I got a chance to talk to Glory in the midst of that party I asked her elder brother.And She assured that he was his brother but step brother and he took his mother's Surname "Smer". Quite bold of him ,hmm? Considering Mr.Wells.

When We were about to get in the car after finishing having a lavish dinner with all the members of the family and the other guests ,He came to talk to my dad .But they talked in such low voice i could not know what was it .

Anyway I don't think it is about me.So O did not bother to understand.I don't like when people talk about me.Even if it is good or it is bad.Just don't.Mind your own f*****g buisness.

But to my utter surprise he came to my side and opened the door for me

Well,i am not habituated getting this type of princess treatment. And I did not complain.

He whispered,"Not a therapist,but I can be someone you can talk to.See you soon little one "He smirked.