I sat in Spanish class feeling sort of depressed. The main reason was I didn't have math today. I guess the only good part of that was I didn't have to witness Amber and Oliver all over each other. I was starting to become nervous. Sure I wasn't exactly in love with Ms. Stewart, I barely even knew her. But what happens if I begin to fall in love with her? It's only going to hurt more. I sighed and turned around too look out the window.

To my surprise there was Ms. Stewart. I could see her from here. She was sitting in her room, looking at her computer. She had her hand underneath her chin. Once in awhile she would arch her eyebrows in confusion. I began to notice the faces she made. She would scrunch her nose every once and awhile. Then fix her bangs when they got in her face. I was disturbed by a vibration coming from inside my pocket. I glanced up to make sure the teacher wasn't looking. He was talking in Spanish still, and writing words on the board.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and quickly flipped it open. It was from Matt. I quickly read the text.

Hey lilly do u want to surf after skool?

I didn't have work until seven. Even though I didn't like being alone with Matt, especially in a bathing suite, I decided to seeing I haven't surfed in weeks.

sure, wat time is good 4 u?

4 is good 4 me

Alrite ill meet u at the beach at 4

Sweet cya:)

"Ms. Truscott, is that a cell phone you have?" Mr. Martins asked dully.

"No? What do you think it is dumbass?" I mumbled to myself thinking he wouldn't hear.

"Excuse me do you know who you're talking to?" he asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Yeah Mr. Martins." I said loudly not caring if he heard or not.

"Both of these comments just earned you a detention for today. Let me see you'll be empting out the trashcans in the history and math classrooms. You may leave when you're done." He said the detention slip.

I snatched the paper from his hand. Great I thought, just great. I could hear Amber snickering from the back of the room. I turned around and she gave me thumbs up. I gave a fake smile back and turned my attention to the window. I felt my eyes graze hers I quickly turned away, my face turning red.

It was finally 2:45 and school was over. Well for everyone else, I on the other hand had to empty out about 20 trashcans. I started in the history classrooms. I listened to teacher's gossip about students. I was surprised by this, I never knew teachers made fun of kids.

By the time I was finished with the history classrooms it was 3:00. At this rate I'd have time to surf with Matt. As I continued on I realized that I would have to stop by Ms. Stewart's classroom. I became closer and closer to her room. When I was at hers I was beyond tired. I peaked in and noticed she was grading papers. I gave a light knock on the door, something I didn't do for the other teachers. She looked up and motioned for me to come in.

"So what brings you here?" She asked turning her chair around to face me.

"I live to empty trash barrels." I said sarcastically pointing towards the bin where I had been emptying out the trash. She laughed causing me to smile.

"That's not what I heard." She said smirking.

"Oh what did you hear?" I asked raising my eyebrows at her remark.

"I heard you gave your Spanish teacher some lip." She said giving me a fake disappointed look.

"I didn't mean to say the first part out loud." I said. At this I went to grab her trash barrel, it accidentally slipped from my grip.

"Shit." I said loudly. "Shit I mean ahh never mind. I didn't mean to say that out loud."

"Lillian Truscott." She said trying to act mad, but it didn't work out too well. It was cute though.

"Nice attempt trying to sound mad." I smiled while picking up the trash I had dropped. I was surprised when she began to help me.

"I was never good at yelling at kids." She said.

"You know you don't have to help me pick with the trash." I said.

"It's not a big deal." She said while throwing some trash into the bin.

We both went for the same piece of trash at the same time. Her hand was on a crumpled piece of paper, and my hand was on hers. I quickly pulled my hand off hers turning red.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Oh what's this?" she said smoothing out the piece of paper. "I love to read students notes."

I was relieved she didn't notice that my hand touched hers, or well at least didn't seem offended by it.

"Dear Ollie baby, I can't wait until after school. We're going to have so much fun." Ms. Stewart read out loud in a seducing voice. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Remember yesterday? Lol bye sweetie pie xoxo love you babe always and forever, yours truly Amber." She said finishing off the note. She threw the paper back in the trash.

"Teenagers, so funny. Always thinking they're in love." Ms. Stewart said going back to her desk.

"Isn't she your friend?" Ms. Stewart asked.

"Yeah she's sure something else." I mumbled. I felt my phone ring.

"Shit." I said realizing what time it was. "Sorry."

"It's okay, I swear too." She said smiling a bit.

"Well I have to go. I'll see you later." I said walking out.

"Bye." I heard her say.

"Sorry Matt, I got detention." I said as we walked onto the beach.

"Oh yeah I heard about that." Matt said. I felt Matt's eyes trace my body, I began to feel uncomfortable.

"Um so let's get in the water." I said slightly jogging towards the water. I felt Matt's hand grab my arm.

"I thought we could sit here and relax for a bit." He said pouting.

"I'd rather surf, I have work at 7." I said.

"But it's 4:30." Matt said impatiently.

"Look we either surf or don't surf." I demanded getting more annoyed.

"Sorry, you're right. Let's get out there." Matt said walking towards the water.

After surfing for nearly an hour I made my way home. I got in the shower and changed into my work uniform. I worked as a waitress in a small café down the street. I got there at 6:45, my boss let me start a little earlier than I was suppose to, so I could leave early.

Work went fairly well, until I saw her walk in with him. I quickly ducked behind a booth. It was Ms. Stewart, she was in a short black dress. With her was a man, who was dressed up also. My heart sank, what was I thinking? She obviously had a boyfriend. I watched them walk to their table. She looked fairly happy, and beautiful. Man this wasn't good, I was getting it bad for her. I checked my watch I still had 45 minutes left of work. There's no way he'll let me go that early. Hopefully I won't have to serve them.

"Truscott, what are you doing over there girl. Get over here." My boss demanded. He was a plump man with a mustache, and who was losing his hair but wore one of those silly wigs. I groaned and tried my best to hide from Ms. Stewart.

"Will you go over there and serve that table." He said pointing towards Ms. Stewart.

"Hm what table?" I asked playing dumb.

"That table." He said yet again pointing over to Ms. Stewart's table.

"What, sorry I just can't…" I began to say.

"Ms. Truscott that table right over there." He said getting angry.

"Oh that table!" I said.

"Take these." He said shoving two menus towards me.

"Hello how may I help you two?" I asked putting on a fake smile.

"Lilly, I didn't know you worked here." Ms. Stewart said pleasantly.

"Miley, who is this charming young lady?" he asked.

Miley… that must be her name, what a beautiful name.

"This is one of my favorite students Lillian Truscott." She said happily.

"And you are?" I asked politely as possible.

"Mark, Miley's boyfriend." He answered smiling.

"Oh that's nice, now what may I start you off with?" I asked nervously.

For the next 45 minutes I served them. I sank into a depressed stage as the night went on. I heard her laughing, at almost everything this man said. He wasn't even funny. But at least she was happy…

By the end of the night I walked away with a gracious 20 dollar tip from Ms Stewart. When I pulled into my driveway, I was greeted by my mom who was in her car pulling out of the driveway. She seemed to by crying. I sighed and went into my house. I heard my father yelling, who was clearly drunk.

"Lilly you little bitch." He slurred. He was now standing up, holding onto the sofa to maintain his balance.

"Dad not now." I pleaded. Tonight was not the night to make me feel like shit, I was already in a horrible mood.

"Lillian, right now is not the time to answer me back. I'm a man, I'll do what I want, you hear." He mumbled walking towards me. "It's your fault."

"Shut up." I yelled losing my temper. I felt his hand slap against my cheek. Tears started to pour down my cheeks slowly.

"Don't give me that tone missy." He shouted as I ran upstairs.

I jumped onto my bed, crying to my pillow. Today was horrible. I wish my family was back to normal I thought as sleep overcame me.

I hope this chapter will make up for the shortness of last chapter. I'll try to update tomorrow, but it'll be hard because I won't be home until late. If you haven't reviewed yet I'd appreciate if you left one so I can know how you feel, or have any ideas on how to make this better. So keep reviewing and I'll be sure to update as soon as I can.

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