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Chapter 10: Daphne's Phone

The air had become considerably colder after two more go's around on the Ferris wheel. Now that Daphne had become used to the height the Ferris wheel went up to, she was enjoying the ride. Mr. Firay sat beside her, keeping silent after spilling part of his past. The ride suddenly came to a halt, stopping us at the very top. Daphne moved close to the side of the compartment so she could look down. Mr. Firay moved as well, shaking the compartment. A startled gasp escaped Daphne's lips and she jerked away from the edge, smashing her head against Mr. Firay's.

"Ow," she complained, bringing a hand to the back of her head.

Mr. Firay grinned at her. "You have a hard head."

"No, you do," she responded, frowning.

Mr. Firay rolled his eyes, nodding to the left. "Aren't those your friends?"

Following his finger, Daphne located a few familiar faces that sent a jolt of surprise through her. Red and Ariana were standing in line for the Ferris Wheel, along with Colin and Tina. Panic gripped Daphne, and she looked back at her teacher-who looked seemingly unconcerned.

"They are going to see us!" Daphne told Mr. Firay in a frantic whisper.

"Why does it matter?" he responded, vaguely amused.

"Because," Daphne started, ducking her head. "Ariana has it in her head that something might be going on with us, or will be, so if she sees us together she'll think she's right. And Red...ugh, I don't even want to think about what she'll do. I ditched her to follow you and didn't even leave her a note or anything so she probably hates me. Or she's going to scold me like a mother later."

Mr. Firay chuckled. "You seem to have dug yourself a pretty deep grave."

Daphne glared at him. "Thank you for your concern."

"Anytime," he responded with a wink.

Rolling her eyes, Daphne dropped her head into her hands, thinking hard. How would she be able to get them out of this situation? It was impossible. She quickly counted the groups of people in like, and then the number of compartments ahead of theirs. Just our luck. They get to have our car. That meant they'd definitely see us.

"Put your head down," Mr. Firay ordered, motioning to his chest. "Face into my chest, and wrap your arms around my neck."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it," he commanded, taking the back of Daphne's head and forcing it into his chest.

A muffled cry escaped her lips, and she felt Mr. Firay's chest reverberate with quiet laughter. Mr. Firay then grabbed her arms and wrapped them around his neck. A few seconds later, she felt him pulling her hair over the bit of her face that was showing. Daphne kept her face pressed into his chest, sitting as still as possible.

"Can we go one more around?" Daphne heard Mr. Firay ask in a very persuasive voice.

"Sure," another voice, Daphne presumed the worker's, responded and the compartment kept moving.

"Hola, Mr. Firay!" Daphne heard Ariana cry and felt Mr. Firay nod in response.

Daphne bit her lip in anxiety, silently begging for Ariana not to notice her. After a minute, she felt Mr. Firay pulling away from her, and she quickly tightened her arms around his neck.

"Daphne," Mr. Firay started, prying her hands off him. "It's all clear. They got on a cart a few compartments below us."

Her face blazed and she quickly pushed herself away from him. "Um, thanks."

"Anytime," he responded with a grin.

When the Ferris wheel came back full circuit, the worker opened the compartment door to let them out. Daphne nearly jumped out, keeping her head down. Mr. Firay followed, also keeping his head down, and together they hurried fast as they could away from the attraction.

"Let's get you home," Mr. Firay said, pulling Daphne in the direction of the parking lot.

They made it to the parking lot without trouble. A chilly wind nipped at Daphne's exposed skin and she shivered, pulling her jacket tighter around her. Mr. Firay guided her through the dark, coming to a stop at his car. He fumbled with his keys for a second before opened in the passenger door for her.

Mr. Firay started the car and glanced at Daphne. "Do you have service on your cell phone?"

Daphne's eyes widened and she gasped, digging her hand into her pocket. My cell phone! She fumbled with the for a minute, realizing it was off. Scowling, she pressed the ON button. Her phone had a horrible habit of turning off randomly. When it loaded, text message after text message arrived. After fifteen text messages, her missed calls showed up. There were thirty of them. She checked those first. Fifteen from Red (such a doting mother!), ten from Ariana, three from Willow, and two from Colin. She didn't even bother to read the text messages. She flipped open her phone and held down the one button, speed-dialing Ariana.

"Daphne!" Ariana cried after the first ring.

"Hi."

"Where are you?" she demanded. "Do you know how long we've been looking for you? I though you got kidnapped! Rojo said that were there one second and then you were gone! And Sam said he saw you going into the forest, el bosque!"

"Calm down," Daphne said, looking over at Mr, Firay, who was focusing on the heater, but she knew he was eavesdropping. "I'm okay, I just an into...an old friend."

Mr. Firay glanced at her, smirking. Blushing, Daphne turned away from him. She wasn't very good thinking on the spot.

"You could have at least called!" a new voice, a much more angrier and scolding-sounding voice, cried.

"Rojo!" Daphne heard Ariana shout. "Give that back! Dale que volver!"

"In a minute," Red responded. "You could have at least called, Daphne Grimm!"

"Sorry," she said with a sigh. She had really hoped she didn't have to talk to Red. "I forgot I had my phone. It was off."

"You had me-us worried sick!"

"Sorry," Daphne apologized again. "Tell Ariana I said lo siento. It's just, I didn't want to let him out of my sight."

"Him?"

Crap. "Yeah, my friend."

"Where are you now?"

"On my way home."

Her phone beeped, and Daphne looked at it quickly. The low battery sign was flashing. Sighing, she placed the phone against her ear again. "Look," she started," I've go to go. My phone's dying."

"Are you with the guy now?"

"Yeah, he's bringing me home. Tell Tom or Ariana to drive you; I'll see you at home," Daphne responded quickly, her phone beeping again.

"Wait, Daphne!"

"Bye!"

Hitting the end button, she disconnected the call and shut off her cell phone. She put it back into her pocket, letting out a little yawn. Mr. Firay smirked at her, now pulling out of the parking lot. "Red seemed very worried about you," he commented casually.

"Yeah," Daphne responded with a small laugh. "That's just her though. She's so protective over me. I'm used to it."

"That's sweet," Mr. Firay responded with a nod. "She's a nice girl."

Daphne sat up. "What's that supposed to mean?" Did Mr. Firay like Red? Well, it wouldn't exactly be bad; they're both over 400 years old. Well, Mr. Firay was older by a few thousand years...

"I don't know," Mr Firay said, still smirking. "Are you jealous?"

"No!" His smirk grew. Daphne took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, letting the subject drop. "Whatever."

It had been one heck of a night. Daphne stole a sidelong glance at Mr. Firay, who was now focusing on the road. His messy blonde hair was more messy than usual, and some of it hung loosely in his face. After a moment, she caught herself staring and blushed. He's my teacher. Nothing good could come out of liking a teacher. She had to stop whatever feelings she was beginning to have before they came. Sure, he was a caring, handsome, strong, intelligent man, but that was all.

Daphne always snorted. Who was she kidding? He was like the dream guy, well besides the ex-gangster part. And being a sparkly fairy. But that aside, he was still the type of guy all the girls wanted. And here Daphne was, sitting in his car all alone with him, trying to stop herself from having feelings for him. A wry smile graced her lips.

"How do I get to your house?" Mr. Firay asked suddenly, breaking the silence. "I think I remember it being somewhere around here..."

"Just go down this street," she told him, pointing to the street that was coming to their right.

He put his blinker on and made a sharp turn, making Daphne fall against the window. He let out a small snicker and she glared at him, turning her head, and looking out the window. To her surprise, Mr. Firay remembered which house was hers. She looked up at the large, empty, dark house, immediately scolding herself for not even leaving the outside light on.

"Is anyone home?" Mr. Firay asked, staring up at my house.

"My mom is staying over a friend's house due to work," she told him, unbuckling her seatbelt. "She won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. And my dad's with my brother in Trenton for a business meeting."

Mr. Firay frowned. "Are you going to be alright alone?"

Daphne shrugged. "I guess. I've done it before...well not the whole night but close enough." Opening the door, she hopped out, sticking her head back in for a second. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see you Monday."

"Sure," Mr. Firay responded, looking at her apprehensively. "You sure you'll be alright?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Mr. Firay looked like he was about to say more, but before he could Daphne shut the car door. He stayed in the driveway, his headlights lighting up the way to her front door for her as she climbed the path, digging in her front pockets for her keys. When she couldn't locate them, she frowned, sticking her hand in her other pocket. They both came up empty. Now beginning to panic, she checked her back pockets and came up short again. She looked under the mat for the spare key. It wasn't there. A groan of frustration left her lips and in one last urge of hope, she tried the door, hoping she forgot to unlock it. It didn't budge.

"You're kidding me," Daphne muttered, glaring at the door. Now what?

Mr. Firay honked his horn and she jumped violently, turning around to glare at his car. He honked again, and she slowly made her way back down to the bottom of the driveway. Opening the passenger side, she stuck her head in to frown at him. "What?"

"Why aren't you going inside?" he demanded, leaning over to look at her better.

She blushed in embarrassment and looked to the ground, wondering if she should tell him the truth or not. "I, er...lost my keys."

"Don't you have a spare?"

"It must be inside or something..."

"What are you going to do?" he questioned, frowning at me. "And what about Red?"

"I'll just tell Red to sleep over at Ariana's and ask if I can spend the night there too," she told him, pulling out her cell phone. She pressed the ON button a few times before she remembered it was dead. Daphne groaned in frustration, putting it back in her pocket. She didn't know either of their numbers by heart.

"Guess I'll be camping," Daphne muttered, straightened up. "See you."

"Whoa, wait!" Mr. Firay cried, and she stopped, looking at him curiously. "You're not going to stay outside all night," he told her in a firm voice.

She rolled her eyes. "What am I supposed to do then? Break into my own house?"

Mr. Firay smirked.

"No, I'm not doing that."

He laughed. "No, I'm not telling you to break into your house. You're coming to my house for the night."

She blinked at him. "What?"

"Get in," he ordered.

"Um, I don't know..."

He raised an eyebrow. "What? Do you want to stay out in the cold?"

Daphne shook her head. "No, but..."

"But what?"

"You're my teacher," Daphne murmured, ducking her head. "I don't think it's a good idea."

Mr. Firay let out a long sigh. "It'd be worse of me to leave my student out in the cold all night, wouldn't it? Teachers are supposed to help their pupils. Now get in before I force you in."

Daphne glared at him. "Please?"

"You don't need to say please," he responded with a smug smile. "We both know you want to come over."

"Now don't be too modest," she muttered, dropping into the passenger's seat. "I'm only doing this because I don't have anywhere else to go."

"Whatever you say, Daphne."

Daphne stared out the window, refusing to let him get on her nerves. There were butterflies in her stomach as he pulled out of her driveway, heading back down her street. Contrary to her words, she actually was excited to be going to his house-even if he was only helping her because he felt bad.

A/N. Oh. My. Crackers. Gosh you people! I'm so tired because of writing this, and I'm supposed to stay awake so I can welcome my aunt at the airport!...but I don't blame you, this is a good chapter! Ooooh, sleepover! Lol, I thought this chapter was pretty nice...I think the next is awesomesauce. An update might be...Sunday? Just around...

TODAY IS MY FAVORITE BOOK CHARACTER'S BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLYWOOD! (Not the actually Hollywood but a person...) You guys don't know her, but she's awesome. :D I forgot the book though...heh. -.-'

Umm, so yeah! What did you hate? Love? Any critics? Flames? Praises? Chocolates? Marshmallows? The power to make time faster so I can pick up my relatives at the airport?

Sorry for any errors...it's 9:16 and I should be taking a nap so I can pick up my aunt and her family later.

So...yeah! See you Sunday! (Most likely)

~Lara