Chapter 5

The storm: Part II

When Miss Isles got back from the shower she was wearing what you could call a casual dress but seeing it on her, she looked like she was going on a fashion show. She looked stunning as usual. She is definitely the hottest teacher that I know.

"So..."she began as she sat on the couch right next to me. "Are you hungry?" she asked me.

"Not really," I lied even though I was starving. I just didn't want to trouble her with anything. I was so nervous that I was there at her house, all alone with her. And that she was sitting so close to me. Close enough that I could smell her and it was intoxicating - a mix scent of shampoo and expensive perfume.

"I think we should eat something. The storm could continue all night. You might be here for a while. So what do you want for dinner? I have a roasted broccoli quinoa salad with sweet potatoes and kale in the fridge. It's really delicious."

Yuck! From all the ingredient she listed, I understood only broccoli. That salad sounded really healthy which meant only one thing - it won't be very delicious. But just don't make faces, smile and pretend that you like the idea. It won't kill you if you try it, I encouraged myself. Or could it?

"But I can make something else, " she suggested. She probably saw my face - I knew I should try harder to look nonchalant and have a poker face. "What do you want?" she asked me and waited for an answer.

"Oh, I don't mind. I'll have whatever you're having," I answered quickly, smiling nervously at her.

"Okay... how about I make us pizza? Which one do you prefer? Pizza or salad? Or maybe both?"

"I don't know," I said and shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever you choose."

Please choose pizza, I prayed silently in my mind. I didn't want to chose instead of her because I was just a guest at her house, but I was hoping she wouldn't chose broccoli.

"Alright," she stood up from the couch, "I will make us pizza and you could watch tv or do something else while I prepare it."

"I can help you out," I suggested.

"Oh, no. You're my guest. I'll make the pizza and you could consider writing your homework for tomorrow because maybe later you won't have time to do it."

I did what she said - I started preparing my homework while she was cooking. It was hard to concentrate on my lessons when she was around me. I would steal a glance or two from time to time just to see her but whenever she looked at me, I quickly looked away. In the end, my homework was probably totally wrong but can you blame me. I had more important things to do - like watch how Miss Isles cook, look around the house and stuff like that.

When the pizza was ready we sat on the kitchen table. Miss Isles sliced the pizza, gave me once slice and left one for her and then we both started eating. When she tasted the first bite of the pizza she moaned loudly.

"Mmm, it's so delicious," she moaned in delight form the tasty food. "I haven't eaten pizza for so long. I am trying to eat healthy," she explained and took another bite in her mouth. And once again, she moaned. I tried to ignore it but it was hard to do avoid her soft moaning from the delicious food. My stomach fluttered and I couldn't help but imagine her moaning under very different circumstances. She was so sexy when she moaned like that! How was I supposed to resist her! Her moaning was kind of irritating but in the best possible way.

I ate my pizza in silence, trying to ignore my dirty thoughts. Luckily, Miss Isles stopped moaning and I focused on my food. Well, maybe not so luckily because I liked her moaning a lot. I liked the pizza, too. It was really delicious. Maybe I should ask her for the recipe. It was probably a polite way of showing that I like it.

"Miss Isles," I started saying.

"Please call me Maura," she interrupted me. "We are not in school so you can just call me by first name."

"Oaky... Maura," I said, feeling a bit strange, saying her first name out loud but in a nice way. "I kind of forgot what I was going to ask you," I confessed, blushing with embarrassment.

"I kind of forgive you," she answered, smiling at me as she caressed my shoulders. "Don't worry about it, you'll get it."

I loved that side of her. She was so touchy feely and honestly, I felt a bit awkward around her. She was such nice person and always kind with me. And that smile of hers! She had gorgeous smile.

After we had dinner, I helped out with the dishes. Then I saw my watch - it was very late and I haven't called my mother. I was surprised she hadn't called me but she probably thought I was still on baseball practice.

"It's getting late and my mother would be worried so I must go home," I said, worried that my mother would scold me for being late.

"Are you joking? Look outside," she said, pointing at the window, "I can't let you go in that bad weather. You'll have to sleep here."

It was true - the storm was raging outside with such a force that I thought it might never stop. There was a strong wind blowing forcefully and there were thunders in every few minutes. But spending one night with her didn't sound like a good idea. Being all alone with her during the whole night was tempting but and a bit scary too. Just the thought of it was making me nervous and it made my stomach flutter.

"But... I can't sleep with you-urr house," I stuttered at the end, feeling awkward. I was going to say something else but I quickly corrected myself. Thank God I didn't say it out loud! Though it didn't sound much better.

"With my house?" she said, laughing.

"In! In your house," I quickly corrected myself but it was too late. I'd better stop thinking about stuff like that because who knows what else I might say next.

"You should stay here, I insist. You can't go anywhere in that storm raging outside. I am not letting you go."

"But I have to tell my mother because she is probably worried about me. And honestly, I don't know if she would let me stay here for the night. So I think I'd better call her now. "

I truly didn't know - yes. But I was kind of hoping she wouldn't let me stay the whole night because I have already embarrassed myself enough for one day. And it was going to be really hard if I had to stay with her during the whole night.

"I can talk with her," she suggested.

"No need. I'll tell her myself."

I called my mother and she picked up really quickly.

"Hey Ma, I can't come home tonight." I began carefully, wondering how to tell her.

"Jane, where are you? I've been so worried."

"I am at uhm," I cleared my throat, already feeling nervous, my voice shaking a little bit "at my teacher's house."

"Can I talk with that teacher then?" she asked. I didn't expect she would want to talk with her. I didn't want that to happen but I just had to do it. I had no other choice. My mother could be really suspicious sometimes and if I say no, she'll think something's wrong. So I gave up.

"Alright. I will put you on a speaker."

"Hello, Missis Rizzoli. I am Maura Isles, Jane's teacher."

"Oh. Hello, Maura Isles. You are the new one, right? Frankie told me all about you. Honestly, if it was up to Jane she wouldn't say anything. She's really private, you know. She always keeps everything to herself."

Great! She started discussing me over the phone with the teacher I like so badly. Like I wasn't even there.

"Ma," I said, hoping that would make her stop.

"Missis Rizzoli, I assure you that Jane is safe and sound. She is in my house right now and due to the bad weather I think that it would be for the best if she stays here for the night."

"Of course," my mother agreed in a matter of seconds.

Bummer!

"I am glad that she is not somewhere outside in that storm. Thank you for your hospitality. Take care of her."

Great! Now she's talking like I am some kind of a baby, like I am incapable of taking care of myself.

"When she was younger, Janey was afraid of the thunders and the lightings." My mother kept blabbering, and of course - embarrassing me.

Oh my God! Could it get more awkward than that! I saw that Miss Isles was smirking when she heard my mother say that and I just wished the ground could open up and swallow me. Somebody kill me now, please!

"I know that she's all grown up now but I think she's still afraid," my mother continued. "But now she just hides it inside, pretending to be brave."

"Alright Ma, I gotta go," I had to cut that ridiculous conversation short and end my misery as well. "Bye," I said and I quickly hang up on her.

I saw that my teacher was still smiling widely.

"Your mother seems like a very nice person," she exclaimed, looking really happy about it. "Are you alright, Jane? "

"Yeah. I am peachy."

After the embarrassing talk we had with my mother, we sat at the couch, as Maura - I could get used to calling her Maura - was going through the tv channels to find something interesting to watch.

"Jane, are you really frightened by the loud thunders?"

"Nope," I said nonchalantly but as to prove I am not telling the truth, in the moment I said it, a loud thunder scared me and I jumped involuntary. But I wasn't scared - it just startled me, that's all. But I felt a bit ashamed in front of her. Great! Even the weather hates me!

"Alright," she said, looking at me suspiciously. "Whatever you say."

It was so embarrassing. Now she probably thinks that I am scared. For real. But I didn't say anything more - I pretended I was watching tv very carefully. But then I secretly took a glance at her and I saw she was smirking.

The more time we spent at her house, watching tv, the more nervous I got with every past hour. It was getting late and the storm haven't stopped. It seemed that I had to sleep at her house. That thought was making me even more nervous. I didn't know how to act near her. I kind of hoped that the storm would soon stop and I would be free to go. 'Till the last moment I thought that something would happen and save me. Save me from spending the night with her, from embarrassing myself in front of her. And from all the trouble I was causing her because of the bad weather. She might want to be alone and yet she had no choice but be stuck with me. If felt odd seeing her in her own house, spending alone time with her, watching tv together. Just the two of us. Odd but nice too.

"It's late. I think we should go to bed," Maura stated and looked at me.

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