The House Next Door.
Attraction
The ending of the weekend meant Addison had to step on the school grounds.
She spent her Sunday avoiding every possible being.
Especially Mr Hardy.
Now, Addison lacked sleep from the tossing and turning she preformed dramatically over the descriptive dreams.
Monday mornings was no student favorite activity but Addison always held some positivity in the matter.
"You look like death"
Addison turned in the passenger seat gripping the coffee canister in her grasp. Sunglasses shielded her eyes.
"I couldn't sleep last night"
Addison looked presentable at least.Addison hair was slightly curled from the way she slept on it.
"I wonder why that might be" Marcy beamed.
She thinks its David that causing my lack of sleep
"Oh that reminds me-" Addison was interrupted mid-glare.
"David called Henry and Henry called me. I know about the little date" Marcy cheered.
"We never discussed a actual date" Addison sighed. "Did he inform you how embarrassed I was?"
"No" Marcy shook her head. "Who cares about that-"
"Let's go" Addison sighed. "I have to throw my books in my locker"
Marcy nodded as she gathered her things. Addison patiently waited beside the car and gazed around the parking lot.
It landed on the vehicle that belong to Mr Hardy.
Addison snapped her gaze to Marcy and the pair made there way into the school building.
"I'm so tired" Addison mumbled.
"Sleep in class" Marcy shrugged.
Addison placed her bag down and fiddled with the lock.
one-forty six-five
No bulge.
Addison yanked on the locker.
She peered up just to make sure it was hers.
"Why?" Addison exclaimed turning to Marcy.
"Try again"
Addison turned the knob and pulled down.
No bulge
Addison head raised and she started to repeatedly bang on the locker.
Marcy laughter abruptly stopped.
A firm hand landed on Addison shoulder giving it a squeeze.
"Didn't get your wheeties?"
The voice held a British accent which caused Addison to groan inwardly.
"Leave the locker alone it did nothing to deserve such cruelty"
Addison lips raised into a smile.
"Gimme your combo, love"
Mr Hardy leaned over Addison and she whispered the combination to him. Addison watched as he gracefully unlocked the locker.
"There ya go. See you in class"
Addison refused to turn and meet his gaze or watch his lips curve up into a smile.
"He doesn't wear the suite. The suites wear him" Marcy sighed turning and leaning on the locker.
Addison grumbled to herself as she threw everything in her locker and closed it with force. Marcy skipped at her side along the way to English.
The girls rounded the corner and Addison took in the notebook and textbook in Marcy's grasp.
Addison shoulders slumped.
Today is not my day
"I forgot my damn books" Addison cried.
"You're going to be late" Marcy frowned.
Addison sighed and turned her body, sprinting off toward her locker.
Rounding the corner Addison skipped past a broad figure but was cut sort as a arm pulled at her waist spinning her around.
Addison gasped loosing the little balance she did have.
A low chuckle and Addison gazed up locking gazes with her teacher.
"Where do you think you're going?" His brow furrowed.
"My locker" Addison answered.
"You were just there" Mr Hardy eyes narrowed.
"I forgot my books" Addison sighed dramatically.
"Need assistance in opening the locker?" He rose a single brow mocking Addison.
Addison huffed. "Maybe"
Mr Hardy grinned and stepped in tow with her. "Oh" he said causing her to glance at him. "Thats right I have a class to teach" Mr Hardy mused.
"See me during lunch"
Addison laughed. "So immature" she called.
As Mr Hardy rounded the corner he stopped to show her his sly grin. "Be quick"
Addison broke out into a run and glided toward her locker.
"Please open" Addison murmured.
Turning the lock slowly then turning it back then forward.
It miraculously unlocked with a click.
"Aha" Addison cheered gathering her books and locking the satanic locker.
Addison turned into a track star suddenly and sprinted her way toward the English room.
Addison stopped and her hand grasped the lock to the door turning it.
But I was locked.
He is playing with me
Addison knocked softly on the door. Mr Hardy stepped in view and his broad fingers danced in a wave.
Mr Hardy grinned down at her.
"May I help you?" He said with a muffled voice through the door.
Addison silently raised her hands to show him her things.
The door was unlocked and Mr Hardy gently smiled at Addison.
"Come in. I saved you a seat"
Addison mocked laughter but glanced at Marcy, who was chocking on her laughter. Addison slide in the seat next to David.
"Hey" David whispered. Addison offered him a smile before taking out her notebook.
Mr Hardy stood at the podium with his head resting in the palm if his hand.
"Alright class" Mr Hardy announced.
Addison gazed at the teacher and noticed for the first time his suite.
The suite was grey and a navy blue tie swung around his neck. Mr Hardy wore suspenders as well.
Heat rose to Addison cheeks and she squirmed uncomfortable in her seat.
"I want to get into writing exercises" Mr Hardy announced.
"Any suggestions?" He asked smiling.
"How about live journal?"
"Go on" Mr Hardy urged.
"Instead of writing down our thoughts we share them. Anonymously"
What a horrible fucking idea
Addison turned her head looking for the mad man.
It was Ashlie Keel.
"That's a brilliant idea" Mr Hardy agreed. Addison sagged in her seat.
"Class take out a piece of paper and a writing utensil and write your thoughts"
Addison pressed her lips together and slowly took out a pen.
She began writing:
I have no idea how to succumb a attraction toward someone, especially if its non existing.
It was a bold topic to write. Addison placed down her purple ink pen.
"Pass em' up"
Addison cocked her head while the whole class seemed to freeze.
"I shall read them" Mr Hardy informed us as he collected the papers.
Groans and complaints filled the entire class room.
Mr Hardy shuffled the papers gently and stood at the podium.
"I have no idea how to succumb a attraction toward someone, especially if its non existing" Mr Hardy spoke the words softly.
The class stayed silent, but Addison almost smiled at the fact of Mr Hardy reading her 'journal' first.
Then the most horrific thing occurred, Mr Hardy gaze fell on Addison.
Addison forced the blush not to appear on her features.
His blue orbs landed on the purple ink pen on the corner of Addison's desk.
Mr Hardy was very furtive about the glance but Addison saw.
Because she was always watching him.
Mr Hardy was guessing Addison.
His guess was correct.
_______________
Addison trailed into the deserted hallway. A 'lunch' in her grasp.
A red delicate apple, a bag of gummies and a fountain drink from the cafeteria.
It was appealing to Addison.
Addison had told Marcy of Mr Hardy welcome to his room during lunch.
Marcy replied with:
"I fucking hate you"
So Addison trailed to his classroom self consciously.
Rounding the corner to the English wing Addison stepped toward the door and raised her hand and lightly knocked against the wood.
The door cracked open and Addison stepped in.
Mr Hardy opened the door and turned his back on her trailing over to the corner of the room.
It was a perfect time to place the apple on Mr Hardy's desk.
Addison flushed as she did.
Mr Hardy sat placing the heel of his shoe against another desk.
He motioned Addison to join him with a wiggle of his finger.
Addison skipped toward the opposite desk and sat.
Mr Hardy gazed down at the items in her grasp. "Good source of nutrition" he commented.
"Speak for yourself" Addison scoffed, her eyes darting to the bag of potato chips beside him.
Mr Hardy grinned and placed a single chip in his mouth. "Delicious"
"How can you be a teacher?" Addison shook her head. "You're a man child"
"I believe the term is fun" Mr Hardy said sternly but cracked a smile.
"You're just proving the point" Addison smirked.
Mr Hardy gaze lowered and began fumbling with the papers.
Addison ripped open the bag of treats and threw one up in the air trying to catch one with her mouth.
Mr Hardy slowing raised his head, his brows furrowing. Then his plump lips raised into a adoring smile.
Addison blushed.
"Having fun?" He asked dryly.
Addison laughed and grasp one in between her fingers.
"Try"
Mr Hardy laughed and pulled back in his chair.
Addison fumbled throwing the gummie in the air.
Mr Hardy caught the treat effortlessly. The gummie landed right in the mans tongue. Addison cocked her head as Mr Hardy chewed the gummy smiling an adorable smile.
Addison expressed a laugh leaning forward throwing another.
This lasted until the bag was out of the gummy treats.
Mr Hardy arm rose and scratched the bag of his neck.
"I have a subject to speak about" Mr Hardy announced gazing down at her.
"Shoot" Addison said her laughing slowly dying.
Mr Hardy smiled and leaned toward her. There gaze locking.
Addison watched as his plump lips raised then slightly open to speak the words.
"Tell me about this attraction"
She spent her Sunday avoiding every possible being.
Especially Mr Hardy.
Now, Addison lacked sleep from the tossing and turning she preformed dramatically over the descriptive dreams.
Monday mornings was no student favorite activity but Addison always held some positivity in the matter.
"You look like death"
Addison turned in the passenger seat gripping the coffee canister in her grasp. Sunglasses shielded her eyes.
"I couldn't sleep last night"
Addison looked presentable at least.Addison hair was slightly curled from the way she slept on it.
"I wonder why that might be" Marcy beamed.
She thinks its David that causing my lack of sleep
"Oh that reminds me-" Addison was interrupted mid-glare.
"David called Henry and Henry called me. I know about the little date" Marcy cheered.
"We never discussed a actual date" Addison sighed. "Did he inform you how embarrassed I was?"
"No" Marcy shook her head. "Who cares about that-"
"Let's go" Addison sighed. "I have to throw my books in my locker"
Marcy nodded as she gathered her things. Addison patiently waited beside the car and gazed around the parking lot.
It landed on the vehicle that belong to Mr Hardy.
Addison snapped her gaze to Marcy and the pair made there way into the school building.
"I'm so tired" Addison mumbled.
"Sleep in class" Marcy shrugged.
Addison placed her bag down and fiddled with the lock.
one-forty six-five
No bulge.
Addison yanked on the locker.
She peered up just to make sure it was hers.
"Why?" Addison exclaimed turning to Marcy.
"Try again"
Addison turned the knob and pulled down.
No bulge
Addison head raised and she started to repeatedly bang on the locker.
Marcy laughter abruptly stopped.
A firm hand landed on Addison shoulder giving it a squeeze.
"Didn't get your wheeties?"
The voice held a British accent which caused Addison to groan inwardly.
"Leave the locker alone it did nothing to deserve such cruelty"
Addison lips raised into a smile.
"Gimme your combo, love"
Mr Hardy leaned over Addison and she whispered the combination to him. Addison watched as he gracefully unlocked the locker.
"There ya go. See you in class"
Addison refused to turn and meet his gaze or watch his lips curve up into a smile.
"He doesn't wear the suite. The suites wear him" Marcy sighed turning and leaning on the locker.
Addison grumbled to herself as she threw everything in her locker and closed it with force. Marcy skipped at her side along the way to English.
The girls rounded the corner and Addison took in the notebook and textbook in Marcy's grasp.
Addison shoulders slumped.
Today is not my day
"I forgot my damn books" Addison cried.
"You're going to be late" Marcy frowned.
Addison sighed and turned her body, sprinting off toward her locker.
Rounding the corner Addison skipped past a broad figure but was cut sort as a arm pulled at her waist spinning her around.
Addison gasped loosing the little balance she did have.
A low chuckle and Addison gazed up locking gazes with her teacher.
"Where do you think you're going?" His brow furrowed.
"My locker" Addison answered.
"You were just there" Mr Hardy eyes narrowed.
"I forgot my books" Addison sighed dramatically.
"Need assistance in opening the locker?" He rose a single brow mocking Addison.
Addison huffed. "Maybe"
Mr Hardy grinned and stepped in tow with her. "Oh" he said causing her to glance at him. "Thats right I have a class to teach" Mr Hardy mused.
"See me during lunch"
Addison laughed. "So immature" she called.
As Mr Hardy rounded the corner he stopped to show her his sly grin. "Be quick"
Addison broke out into a run and glided toward her locker.
"Please open" Addison murmured.
Turning the lock slowly then turning it back then forward.
It miraculously unlocked with a click.
"Aha" Addison cheered gathering her books and locking the satanic locker.
Addison turned into a track star suddenly and sprinted her way toward the English room.
Addison stopped and her hand grasped the lock to the door turning it.
But I was locked.
He is playing with me
Addison knocked softly on the door. Mr Hardy stepped in view and his broad fingers danced in a wave.
Mr Hardy grinned down at her.
"May I help you?" He said with a muffled voice through the door.
Addison silently raised her hands to show him her things.
The door was unlocked and Mr Hardy gently smiled at Addison.
"Come in. I saved you a seat"
Addison mocked laughter but glanced at Marcy, who was chocking on her laughter. Addison slide in the seat next to David.
"Hey" David whispered. Addison offered him a smile before taking out her notebook.
Mr Hardy stood at the podium with his head resting in the palm if his hand.
"Alright class" Mr Hardy announced.
Addison gazed at the teacher and noticed for the first time his suite.
The suite was grey and a navy blue tie swung around his neck. Mr Hardy wore suspenders as well.
Heat rose to Addison cheeks and she squirmed uncomfortable in her seat.
"I want to get into writing exercises" Mr Hardy announced.
"Any suggestions?" He asked smiling.
"How about live journal?"
"Go on" Mr Hardy urged.
"Instead of writing down our thoughts we share them. Anonymously"
What a horrible fucking idea
Addison turned her head looking for the mad man.
It was Ashlie Keel.
"That's a brilliant idea" Mr Hardy agreed. Addison sagged in her seat.
"Class take out a piece of paper and a writing utensil and write your thoughts"
Addison pressed her lips together and slowly took out a pen.
She began writing:
I have no idea how to succumb a attraction toward someone, especially if its non existing.
It was a bold topic to write. Addison placed down her purple ink pen.
"Pass em' up"
Addison cocked her head while the whole class seemed to freeze.
"I shall read them" Mr Hardy informed us as he collected the papers.
Groans and complaints filled the entire class room.
Mr Hardy shuffled the papers gently and stood at the podium.
"I have no idea how to succumb a attraction toward someone, especially if its non existing" Mr Hardy spoke the words softly.
The class stayed silent, but Addison almost smiled at the fact of Mr Hardy reading her 'journal' first.
Then the most horrific thing occurred, Mr Hardy gaze fell on Addison.
Addison forced the blush not to appear on her features.
His blue orbs landed on the purple ink pen on the corner of Addison's desk.
Mr Hardy was very furtive about the glance but Addison saw.
Because she was always watching him.
Mr Hardy was guessing Addison.
His guess was correct.
_______________
Addison trailed into the deserted hallway. A 'lunch' in her grasp.
A red delicate apple, a bag of gummies and a fountain drink from the cafeteria.
It was appealing to Addison.
Addison had told Marcy of Mr Hardy welcome to his room during lunch.
Marcy replied with:
"I fucking hate you"
So Addison trailed to his classroom self consciously.
Rounding the corner to the English wing Addison stepped toward the door and raised her hand and lightly knocked against the wood.
The door cracked open and Addison stepped in.
Mr Hardy opened the door and turned his back on her trailing over to the corner of the room.
It was a perfect time to place the apple on Mr Hardy's desk.
Addison flushed as she did.
Mr Hardy sat placing the heel of his shoe against another desk.
He motioned Addison to join him with a wiggle of his finger.
Addison skipped toward the opposite desk and sat.
Mr Hardy gazed down at the items in her grasp. "Good source of nutrition" he commented.
"Speak for yourself" Addison scoffed, her eyes darting to the bag of potato chips beside him.
Mr Hardy grinned and placed a single chip in his mouth. "Delicious"
"How can you be a teacher?" Addison shook her head. "You're a man child"
"I believe the term is fun" Mr Hardy said sternly but cracked a smile.
"You're just proving the point" Addison smirked.
Mr Hardy gaze lowered and began fumbling with the papers.
Addison ripped open the bag of treats and threw one up in the air trying to catch one with her mouth.
Mr Hardy slowing raised his head, his brows furrowing. Then his plump lips raised into a adoring smile.
Addison blushed.
"Having fun?" He asked dryly.
Addison laughed and grasp one in between her fingers.
"Try"
Mr Hardy laughed and pulled back in his chair.
Addison fumbled throwing the gummie in the air.
Mr Hardy caught the treat effortlessly. The gummie landed right in the mans tongue. Addison cocked her head as Mr Hardy chewed the gummy smiling an adorable smile.
Addison expressed a laugh leaning forward throwing another.
This lasted until the bag was out of the gummy treats.
Mr Hardy arm rose and scratched the bag of his neck.
"I have a subject to speak about" Mr Hardy announced gazing down at her.
"Shoot" Addison said her laughing slowly dying.
Mr Hardy smiled and leaned toward her. There gaze locking.
Addison watched as his plump lips raised then slightly open to speak the words.
"Tell me about this attraction"