"I failed. I know it." I mumbled, sitting on Mr. Parker's desk.
He kissed me softly. "Don't worry about it, Emy."
I let my forehead hit his shoulder. "That's kind of hard for me."
"Why don't we head to my car? I know some place we can go."
"And I can drive?" I asked, smiling.
"I don't think so." He said, pulling back a little.
I sighed. It was worth a try. I got to my feet and picked up my purse from the floor.
"What time do you have to be home?" Mr. Parker asked, taking his jacket from the back of his chair.
"Around six. I have an English paper to do, you know." I said, opening his door.
"Meet me in five minutes, okay?" He said in a hushed voice.
I nodded and headed to my locker. I put my black hoodie on, my hands shaking a little.
Friday was the only time I could hang out with Andy. He always had meetings and the principle always stayed later. It was the only chance we had at exposing our true feelings.
I shut my locker door and took a deep breath. It was no big deal. I was meeting up with my boyfriend. That was all. Except... my boyfriend was my math teacher. That was hard to explain.
I headed down the hallway, letting my boots scuffle on the floor. When I pushed the door open, snow was falling on the ground. It had just covered the dark roads.
One more day of school and I'd be free for Christmas break. I wouldn't be able to see Andy but we could still text each other. That had to be a plus though.
I zipped up my coat and walked out to his car. The parking lot was in the back of the school so hardly anyone would see us. That was the good thing about meeting him at his car. It was a private thing between two people.
He walked out just like he had said, five minutes later. He unlocked my door before going to his side.
We didn't say anything until the heat was working, thawing out my hands.
"Are you warm?" He asked, looking over at me.
I nodded, pulling my legs under me.
"I got you something, Emi. Two something's, really." He said, reaching into the middle console for a brown paper bag. I could only imagine what was in there.
I could've said, you shouldn't have, but I wanted to see what he was giving me.
"Hold out your left hand." He said softly.
I did as he said and a few moments later I felt him put something cold around my wrist. A bracelet. A tennis bracelet.
It was really beautiful. It sparkled when it hit the light. I loved it.
"This is... You didn't have to do this." I said, my eyes still stuck on the bracelet.
He took my hand and threaded his fingers with mine. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you a birthday present?"
"I kind of thought tonight was my birthday present." I said, almost whispering.
He smiled. "That's a bonus."
I leaned towards him and kissed him. "Thank you."
"I got you something else I knew you'd like it when I saw it. But it's not as expensive as the bracelet." He said, handing me a black box.
My heart raced as I opened the box. Inside was a silver necklace, a locket. Inside the locket was a picture of us, kissing. It was hard to tell it was him, really. My hair was blowing over our faces. But I knew him well enough to be able to tell that it was him. I loved it so much.
"You really didn't have to do this." I said, wiping my cheek. I couldn't help but cry. No guy I'd ever dated had done this for me. It was so sweet.
"No, I did. I can only imagine how much it'd hurt you if I didn't."
I kissed him once more. "Okay, we should really get out of here. I can't wait any longer."
He smiled and put the car in drive.