Stuck together (teacherxstudent)

Chapter 5

"So." Ms. Porter started. "This is your last class right?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"Ok, good."

"Why?" I asked. "Are you planning to keep me here for the whole day?"

A small chuckle escaped from Ms. Porters lips. "If I have to."

I couldn't help but smile a little bit. "Well, let's hope you don't have to."

Ms. Porter sat down at her desk and crossed her arms before letting our eyes meet. An uncomfortable feeling arose in my chest.

"So, Izzie."

"So, Ms. Porter."

She rolled her eyes a little bit but I could tell it was a playful one. "Are you going to tell me what's going on with you?"

"Nothing is going on with me." I replied.

"At this rate you could get a phd in lying." Ms. Porter said.

"I'd make a lot of money."

"So you admit you're lying?"

Sneaky bitch, I thought to myself. "No."

This time her eye roll felt more serious. "I'm just here to help you."

"Sure." I said maybe a little too snarky.

"Why don't you trust me?"

"I barely know you."

"Yes, you've already said that before but I feel like you don't trust people in general, not just me. Why?"

I sighed. "Because every single person in my life has showed me that people are not to be trusted."

"I'm sorry people have made you feel that way. Do you want to tell me what caused you to feel that way?" Ms. Porter asked.

"Not really." I mumbled.

"I understand." She nodded. I could tell she felt defeated not getting through to me and I couldn't help but feel bad.

"People suck you know." I said, not knowing what else to say.

"Not everyone does." She said.

"But most do."

"Maybe, yes, but once you'll meet the right people you won't feel that way anymore."

"Maybe." I replied.

"Do you miss home?" She asked.

"Not really."

"You don't miss your parents and your friends?"

"Sure, I miss my friends, but not my mom. I feel suffocated around her, so for once I can finally breathe."

"Do you want to talk about your mom?"

"No. Talking about her makes me angry."

She just nodded. "Okay, then I won't ask."

"Thanks." I quietly said. "It feels like you're interrogating me." I awkwardly said.

She laughed. "Oh, I didn't mean to. I'm just trying to figure out what's going on inside that head of yours."

"But why?" I genuinely asked. "Why do you so badly want to know about me?"

She sighed. "Because, there is just something about you that tells me there's more to you than what you show. I don't want to get angry with you every time but it feels like you're purposefully crossing boundaries and I know it's not because you're pretending to be tough. There's more to it."