A/N: So I have noticed that a certain pair of people I ship don't have their own story so I decided to make one for them. I thought that the idea of a master and student romance would be sooo cute so here it is! The first chapter of The Master's Lover.
"Andrea!"
The voice startled the seventeen-year-old woman gazing out of her dingy bedroom window as the rain fell outside, dragging the dirt outside her window down with the sky's precious teardrops. Though she loathed to accept it, this wasn't her bedroom any more. The room she had called her own for seventeen years was being taken away. It wouldn't bare her initials on her door in the pastel green that she adored. It wouldn't hold the many pictures of her friends and family that she pinned up almost every day with a smile plastered on her features. And, in this room, she could no longer soothe her siblings with a song and a bedtime story and let them sleep in her bed anymore. It felt as if she were in some bad dream that she couldn't explain. The kind that made your blood boil but when you told a friend about it they didn't see why it was so bad that you cried that very morning.
Andrea wasn't typically the 'glass half-empty' type, she was actually the bubbliest girl her home town had ever seen. But life had a way of making this young woman less and less optimistic each and every day.
Andrea carefully yanked her little white ear buds out of her ears and rolled them up around her phone. She stuffed them in her pocket and set herself straight. She walked into the little kitchen that had been cramped with big brown boxes and trash bags early yesterday morning. Her mother, Sherry, was fretting over the little ones. Olivia, who was six, was crying on the floor and refused to get up. Her curly blonde hair was wild and in her face was becoming a brilliant scarlet. Will, who was eight, simply sat on the counter one last time. His mother didn't yell at him to get off, she saw no need to on account of the move. She saw her oldest daughter leaning against the wall with her arms folded beneath her breasts. She wore her Cheerleading sweatshirt and a pair of ripped skinny jeans Dre refused to toss out. Her chucks had about a thousand signatures, snappy comebacks, and inside jokes scrawled where ever they would fit.
Dre's lips did a little pout the same way her father's had once done. Sherry pushed away the thought of her late husband and gave her eldest the majority of her attention. "You needed me mom?" she asked nonchalantly. Mrs. Parker pushed away a lock of brown hair from her face and tucked behind her ear then grabbed Olivia. Can you go through the rooms and make sure we haven't forgotten anything while I buckle in the kids?"
The cheerleader helped her little brother down from the counter. "Sure thing mom." her mom held her Will's hand and let them out of the empty apartment. Dre fell against the wall with a heavy sigh. Her brown curls tickled her nose and lips. 'China?!' she thought abruptly, 'Why, out of everywhere, did we get moved to China?' Dre felt partially betrayed but she couldn't find anyone to reasonably blame. She tried to blame her mother, if it wasn't for her job- well she couldn't blame her mother for that. It often happened like that. She'd find someone to blame and present a decent reason in her mind and she would reach a certain point where she would defend them and then start from scratch.
"Shit." she began doing her sweep around the cozy little apartment, starting in her mothers room. The room was bigger than the rooms the kids had and had its own bathroom. All of the furniture had been removed from the house by Dre's paternal uncle. His wife loved her Dre's mom's furniture but couldn't get the comforter and sheets, despite all of her begging. She determined that the bedroom was clear of all possessions and turned to the bathroom. she checked the shower first, then the cupboard, and drawers. All clear. She checked her watch: plenty of time left. She checked her brothers room and grabbed a few action figures he'd missed and headed to her sisters room. She almost gagged at the flash of pink. Luckily, her sisters room was all clear.
She ventured back to her room. She checked her closet for any missing clothes, shoes, or bags. Instead she saw, in the back of her closet, a Lakers jersey hanging neatly and quietly as if trying to be forgotten. Her father bought her the jersey when she was six years old. He was from L.A and had missed his hometown very much after moving here for college. He met her mom and began raising a family. He refused to make them leave Detroit, especially so young. He saw the way his babies loved the town and their friends. He'd eventually settled on watching all the Laker's games and joining a jazz band like he had back home. She hadn't worn the jersey in so long she'd forgotten about it. She smiled remembering every game they'd watched together. She sighed, collected the small jersey that would wear more like a sports bra now, and walked to the front door after checking the kitchen and the living room. She took one last look at the room and wiped away a tear. In a whisper she said, "I'm sorry daddy."
She left.
A/N: Whoop! first chapter is done! I will clarify in the next chapter as well but I'm gonna clarify here first. Andrea's mother is white and her dad is black. Her brother is black too but she and Olivia are white. Until next chapter dolls! Don't forget to review!