Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

IAN’s POV : 

A MONTH LATER  

"Alright everyone, have a great winter break.Merry Christmas,"

I said as soon as the clock struck three and the sound of the bell pierced through the air.

The kids roared in cheers as they busily grabbed their things and scattered out of the room.

"Merry Christmas, Mr.Hayes," they said to me as they walked out the door.

I nodded and smiled at everyone.

I was never big into holiday spirits, but this year, things were different.

Emma and I went to New Jersey for Thanksgiving, so I decided to spend Christmas and the New Year with her in Georgia.

We didn't get a chance to spend Christmas together last year so this was gonna be our first.

Walking out of the empty classroom, I went past several other students and teachers that greeted me with ‘Merry Christmas’.

That was great and all, but actually I was looking for someone else.

I didn’t see Emma anywhere though.

She must be out already.

After thanksgiving, things got pretty busy for her.

On top of exams and homework, she also had to take her SATs and did her college applications.

I was so damn proud of her.

I proofread her essay and I wasn't saying this just because I’m in love with her, but seriously, those college admission people would be dumb if they don't take her.

Making my way into the teachers’ lounge, I noticed the Christmas decorations hanging around the wall.

They also put up a plastic tree and a desk with what I believe to be fruit punch and cookies.

"Hayes! Merry Christmas,"

Pullman yelled at me from across the room.

He was holding onto a red cup and he was wearing that stupid Santa Claus hat.

"Hey, Merry Christmas, John,"

I nodded back at him.

He strode over to me and that was when I noticed he was talking to Erica Diaz just a moment ago.

She acknowledged my presence and let out a small smile.

I smiled politely back.

"So, uh, any plans for the holidays?"

John said when he was an arm’s length away.

"Not much.Just gonna kick it with my girl,"

"The long distance girl? You still on that?"

"Yeah,"I nodded.

"Still on that,"

"Well, hey, that’s good for you,"he patted my shoulders and suddenly he leaned into my ears and whispered, 

“So, bro, I heard you had a thing with Erica Diaz a year ago.I was just wondering if it’d be cool if I make a move on her? Anyways you got a girl and everything,"

I stifled a laugh and said, "Dude, go for it, man,"

"Yeah? ‘Cause I just wanna make sure...bros before hos right?" he whispered back.

"John, I'm telling you, go for it," I looked him square in the eyes and smiled full of reassurance.

"Well, alright then," he nodded in excitement.

That stupid grin was back on his face as he made his way back to Erica.

I thought it was amusing that people actually believed Erica and I had something going on.

Anyway, I was done with school drama for the day.

I grabbed my things and made my way out of there faster than you can say spiked eggnog.

"Enjoy your holidays, Hayes!" John called out as I left the room.

"Oh, I will," I said to myself.

I had fun plans for the holidays.

Mainly it revolved around lazing around the apartment, working on my art pieces, and cuddling with my girl next to the fireplace.

deserved some rest.I wanted to take care of her.But before all that, I needed to make a quick stop at the mall.Yes, you heard that right.The effing

up something and leave.But then I

you heard that right again.  They were being nice and they invited

this was Christmas.And honestly, I didn’t have

was out

this party at her house and I told Emma she should

time to spend together during the break, she deserved to enjoy herself with

ended up staying for a couple of

it was like a train wreck

her inner Freddy Mercury and even I

my apartment

keys a little, probably because I drank

I managed to open the door finally, I swung it open and my eyes widened

covered wall to wall in glittery things, candles, and

Cold Outside’ was playing from my record player and

"Emma?"

the middle of my living room with this big smile

wearing a short red dress with a Santa

it was probably the same hat that John was wearing, but on her it looked amazing.  "Happy early Christmas.I hope you don’t

her lip. 

my head quickly and closed the door behind me, "But, what are you

and Carrie wanted to be Mean Girls.But anyway, I left early because I want to give

you drunk?" I laughed as I caught her little body in my arms I drank a little, but I

you wanna know what

eve yet," I said as I cupped her little face

wait," she squealed and

behind the couch and pulled out this flat square red box tied with

lifted the brown

a present for

her eyes

and she took the brown paper bag

she found a big blue box with

candy store as she sat down and started pulling

at me when she saw what was inside the

you're gonna run out, so," I gave her a

pouted and put the box

real gift,"I said as I took off

fished out a small blue

perhaps afraid that it would be

from

inside laid a small

a locket?"

"Open it," I instructed.

she read

from

with wide glimmering eyes.Her breath was caught in her

like it?"I asked

jumped to her feet as she

you.This is the best gift ever," she said as she stood on her tippy toes

was pretty good too," I laughed and she shoved me away

the necklace from her hand and turned her little body

the lock on the back

around and admired the little gold thing resting on her chest, just

her hand went to touch the

a present for me?"

also got you

"Oh?"

first present," she handed me the

the

never been so excited for a

"A sketchbook?"

when I saw what was

I had, but

the corner was my initials engraved in

noticed you almost ran out of pages in your old one.An artist can never have enough

girl had inspired me beyond my wildest dreaMs.Ever since she came into my life, I had so much more

was only fitting that she got

my muse and I would fill

it.Thank you," I

it.And I hope you'll like your second present just as much,"she said and her lips twitched into

"What is it?"

not something that you can

I looked at her quizzically, but

with me,"she said as she

she led me

reached the bed and she turned around

hands went to my

What are you

She didn't answer me.

off my clothes and pushed

complaining, but I

me, her hands went under her short

lips

hard just by looking at her like

the nightstand where my box of