7

'What's up teddy bear? 😁'

Her phone dinged with a message. She has an old android phone. It was her grandpa's and now she uses it.

She checked the message and it was from Connor. No one had her number except Connor and her boss from the cafe so she didn't have to see who the text was from.

'Fan is up, you Fanta bottle.😂'

She typed while smiling. After a one-minute pause, her phone dinged with a notification.

'Be ready on Sunday.🙃😉'

Emma raised her brow at that winking emoji.

'For what?🤨' She typed back.

'It's your birthday dumbo and the food is on me.'

A wide smile stretched on her lips. He remembers her birthday more than she did.

'Of course, the food is on you. Gosh, I'll eat the whole restaurant.😋🤩🥳'

She typed while smiling.

'I'll pick you up at 8.❤️'

He messaged and she smiled happily.

Today was Friday, the last day of the hectic week. The only thing she was happy about this week was the absence of Mr. Colt.

After his command to her about that tutoring thing. He didn't come for the next two days. Emma was happy with it because she was already so nervous to be with him alone in his office.

Walking up to her locker she placed her books in there and took out her math book. She walked into her class hoping to find no teacher in there but Alas her happiness died down when she saw him already teaching the class. She was late for class.

He didn't even turn to look at who was at the door before he spoke. "You're late Ms. Richardson."

Emma gulped walking hastily to her seat in the first row where he made her sit last time. How did he always know she was there without seeing her?

"Sorry." She said softly before plopping down on her seat and writing down notes as he explained on the board.

After the class ended she was the first to leave class.

She walked into the restroom and started pacing there. Now as he was back, he would expect her to be in his office after classes. How can she tell him that she can't breathe in his presence? He intimidated her too much.

The door opened and in walked the black witch, Veronica. Veronica was blond with pale skin but she wear black lipstick that gave her a gothic witch type vibe that was why Emma think of her as black WITCH. “What do you think you're doing?" The witch bashed her like an erupting volcano.

Emma took a step back. "What are you talking about?" She asked softly, completely confused.

"I know what a whore you are but stay the fuck away from my Xander or else you know what I'm capable of." Veronica hissed while grabbing her backpack and throwing it on the floor.

Emma was too shocked to comprehend her words.

Her Xander?

As in Mr. Colt?

"This is your first and last warning, fatty!" Veronica yelled and pushed at her shoulder roughly making her stumble back. Luckily there was a wall behind and she composed her balance.

Veronica left the restroom and banged the door loudly.

What exactly just happened?

Veronica the black bitch threatened her to stay away from their teacher! She behaved as if Mr. Colt was her boyfriend.

Now Emma has another problem at her head. Wasn't all the problems enough that God had to place another worry on her plate?

If she went to Mr. Colt's office and Veronica sees her. Who in the world would save her from that witch's wrath?

She behaved like a psycho jealous girlfriend.

Emma picked up her backpack from the floor and dusted it off. She must tell him that she can't take his tutoring classes.

Emma took the rest of her classes and finally it was time to meet professor Colt. With each step towards his office, she felt her heart beating faster.

She took the whole five minutes outside of his office door mustering up her courage to face him. With determination and confidence, she knocked on his door hearing a loud come-in from the other side.

Twisting the knob she walked inside his office and the strong whiff of his manly cologne with a hinting smell of cigarettes reached her nose making it clear whose territory she just entered.

Didn't he know the rules? Smoking isn't allowed in school.

Her eyes scanned his office. The walls were painted in a combination of dark gray and white. His table was set in the middle with a couch on the left wall and a shelf of books to the right with a large window on the opposite. It looked beautiful.

"Mr. Colt I-" He cut her off.

"Sit down." His voice was serious.

Quietly she sat down on the seat in front of his table. Before she could open her mouth to speak, he placed a bundle of notes in front of her.

"Let's start with this." He said pointing at the first problem.

Not knowing if she should listen to him or say her thoughts, she ends up writing down that problem. She was glad for the distance between them.

She bit her lower lip in frustration when he stood up from his chair and rounded the table, standing right behind her chair.

Concentrating on the problem was one thing but him standing above her head like a giant was another thing.

"You're doing it wrong." He muttered, making her eyes raise for the very first time towards his face after she entered his office. He was looking at the table while opening his cufflinks and rolling his sleeves up, revealing his veiny muscular arms filled with tattoos.

Her eyes widened slightly at that intimidating act. He looks ready to go on a war or something. Yanking the chair from the side he sat right beside her and scooted his chair towards the table so the paper was now in front of them both.

"You're lacking here. Now pay attention." He said as he began solving the problem.

Her wide-open eyes came back to their original size as she tried to absorb his teaching.

"Is it clear?" He asked after putting the pen down and looking at her.

Emma looked at him to nod her head but stopped when their eyes met.

Forest green to ocean blue!