Chapter 5 - It''s A Date


    The week following the family dinner went by in a sh. It mainly consisted of my grading the projects


    my students did. Parent teacher conferences wereing up and, honestly, I’m not too nervous about


    them. Probably because I don’t meet the children’s actual parents, just their caretakers.


    But, for the parents that doe, they’re usually snobbish and turn their noses up at me—which is to


    be expected. But thements are honestly not needed. I don’t need them to criticize my work and


    how I teach their kids when, truthfully, their kids are doing good in my ss. I also don’t need them to


    scrutinize my colorful ssroom. Kids learn better when they’re not in a in old ssroom


    The rest of the teachers seem to think otherwise, though. Their ssrooms are all dull and have little to


    no life in them. There’s not even a single nt in sight. And, honestly, I couldn’t just get my colorful


    ssroom. I had to fight for it since the principal of the school was mad and didn’t like it. When she


    realized I wasn’t going to back down, she let me have my way.


    Sighing in relief—since I had just graded thest paper—I rxed on the ground which I was sitting on.


    I stayed there with my eyes closed for a few seconds before I opened them and realized it waste.


    Veryte, at about 11 PM. I had to get up early in the morning too since I had to let the early kids into


    the school.


    I took a soothing shower before brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed. By the time I was ready to


    sleep, it was 11:45 and I was extremely exhausted. Keeping up a facade gets tiring which is why I’m


    alwayszy and tired.


    Right before I drifted off to dreand, I remembered a gorgeous pair of deep carmel eyes staring into


    my own and a small smile spread across my face.


    . . .


    “Alright, kiddos. Don’t forget to remind your parents that parent teacher conferences are tonight, if you


    were scheduled to have it tonight. Okay?”


    “Yes, Ms. Aisha!” the students replied in usion.


    Tonight is the first night where I was gonna be talking to every single one of my student’s parents about


    how their students have been doing. Over the past few weeks I’ve been giving them tests to see how


    much they’ve learned and what I need to work on them. Every single one of them had their own little


    struggles but only three of my students were really struggling: Jasmine, William, and Devora.


    I don’t want to tell their parents about them struggling since they might feel like their child isn’t smart


    enough and possibly get mad at the child, so I decided to tutor them all personally so by the end of the


    year, they would improve and be ready to go to the next grade.


    I made sure I asked the principal for permission and thankfully she granted it, thinking it was a good


    idea. (Surprisingly she just went along with it and didn’t argue about it to me.)


    The children file in a single line while I grab my ck coat. I put it on while walking with them outside.


    All of the kids had their nannies waiting for them except Jasmine, and I honestly feel really bad for her.


    Usually her dad picks her up but two times, and two times only, her mom came to pick her up. And both


    times, her mom was disrespectful and snobby. Unlike Jasmine, she had blonde curly hair. She also had


    dark brown eyes that had no life in them whatsoever. She was fit but not very tall, maybe about 5’5.


    And, god, the clothes. Everything she wore was expensive.


    When she—Jasmine’s mom—came to pick Jasmine up, she always just said two words: Let’s go. She


    didn’t hug her, ask her how her day at school was—nothing. Maybe both times she was in a rush to get


    somewhere but still. It doesn’t take five minutes to say “Hey, Jasmine! How are you? How was school?”


    and then continue the conversation in the car.


    Evern Jasmine seemed ufortable when her mom came to pick her up. But what could I do? I don’t


    have proof or anything against Jasmine’s mom. And if I tried to speak up, the school would surely fire


    me. Besides, I might be wrong. I might be reading everything the wrong way.


    Soon enough, every kid was gone except Jasmine, again. I can tell she was about to cry because her


    lips kept going down in a frown and her eyes were starting to water. I quickly grabbed her hand and


    went to sit on the bench with her. I took out a lollipop from my jacket and handed it to her without


    saying a word.


    She smiled and put it in her mouth after taking the wrapper off. I chuckled at her eagerness.


    “Thank you,” she said whilst enjoying the lollipop. We sat infortable silence before I heard a male


    voice and a female voice arguing. I thought they were going to fade away—I hoped they were going to


    fade away—but they just got closer and closer until I found out who those voices belonged to.


    They belonged to Lisa, Jasmine’s mother, and Elijah. I swiftly turned to look at Jasmine and I saw that


    she looked a little worried. I told her to cover her eyes so she doesn’t have to hear her parents arguing


    and so I can talk to her parents.


    By now, Elijah and Lisa were walking towards Jasmine and I. I got up from my seat and decided to talk.


    “Excuse me?” I interrupted them both. They both turned to look at me but Lisa didn’t care about what I


    had to say because she continued yelling after seeing it was me who said excuse me.


    I scoffed. “I’m so sorry, Lisa, but what you will not do is start an argument in front of the school and your


    daughter. That’s not eptable and you should know to be a better mother than that,” I sternly told her.


    Her jaw dropped. “Who the hell do you think you are?” she yelled.


    Elijah sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Enough, Lisa. Jasmine’s right there,” he told Lisa.


    She turned to him. “Oh, so now you’re gonna defend your hoe? Don’t think I’m stupid, I know you’ve


    been sleeping with her. Jasmine speaks about her at home all the time!”


    “Mrs. Lisa, that’s enough,” I cut her off. “I’m Jasmine’s teacher. Please, I don’t need name calling here.


    As of now, I don’t feel safe sending her home with you.”


    Her eyes widened. “Oh, my, I am so sorry for this inconvenience. I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting.


    You’re not a hoe, I just misunderstood things.” She smiled softly. “It’s just Jasmine loves you a lot and I


    got the wrong idea, you know?”


    I didn’t know but I nodded my head along with her anyways. She was acting like a child; I didn’t even


    know how and why Jasmine and Elijah put up with her.


    I looked over at Jasmine. Her ears were still covered and the lollipop was still in her mouth. I beamed


    happily at her obedience. While Lisa was still apologizing and rambling, I walked over to Jasmine and


    so did Elijah. I bent down so we were about the same height then I tapped her leg and told her to take


    her hands off her ears.


    “You ready to go home, sweetheart?” I asked.


    She immediately shook her head no. “I want to stay here with you, Ms. Aisha.”


    I smiled sadly. “You can’t, I have to go home to get ready for conferences, remember?”


    She pouts. “But I want to stay here with you.”


    I thought for a moment. “How about youe with daddy to the conference and we can hangout then,


    alright? I’ll even give you a present if you’re on your best behavior,” I settle on saying. She nodded


    happily and got off the bench to hug me. I hugged her back.


    “Bye, Ms. Aisha,” she said, waving.


    “Bye, sweetie,” I replied. She grabbed Elijah’s but before the two talked away, Elijah apologized and


    said a quick thanks. I just nodded my head before I realized Lisa wasn’t anywhere to be seen. She


    probably left.


    Sighing, I walked away. I still can’t believe Lisa had the audacity to say that to me. I got into my car and


    drove off to my house so I could get ready for the conferences. The whole time, I tried taking my mind


    off what Lisa said and instead focused on the conferences.


    . . .


    The parent teacher conferences were much longer than I had originally anticipated. The parents


    actually came (I know, shocking) and were asking so many questions. They even kept asking the same


    questions over and over again but just worded them differently. Hopefully they don’t think I’m stupid


    since I didn’t bother to change the wording of the answers I gave them multiple times.


    I met with everyone except thest two people, which were Jasmine and Elijah. And they were


    supposed to arrive in a few moments.


    “Ms. Aisha!” Perfect timing.


    Jasmine ran into the ssroom and ran up to hug me. I picked her up and twirled her around a bit


    before I put her down. She broke down into a fit of giggles.


    “Hi, Ms. Aisha!” she said again, grinning from ear to ear.


    “Hey, darling,” Iughed out. “How are you doing?”


    “I’m good! It was boring when I went home.” She pouted.


    I ruffled her hair. “I’m sure it was.”


    I looked over at Elijah who was, for some reason, smiling extra hard. I guess he fixed the issues he had


    with Lisa or something.


    He was wearing ck ripped jeans and a simple ck shirt. An outfit so simple yet it looked hot on


    him. But, of course, I had to keep it all professional. No flirting with him or anything.


    On the other hand, Jasmine was wearing a short blue skirt which looked cute on her. She also had on a


    white top and her hair was in a bun with a few hair strands out.


    “Hello, Mr. Elijah,” I greeted him. “You cane sit right here while I go get my papers for Jasmine.” As


    he went to sit at the table, I went to get the paper and the present I got for Jasmine since I promised I


    would get her something. It wasn’t anything big, just a teddy bear and a bag of candy. But hopefully


    she’ll like it. And hopefully Elijah is okay with it.


    I went back to the table where Elijah was sitting. Jasmine, on the other hand, was at the y section


    ying with the dolls.


    “You have a beautiful daughter,” I tell him. “She has such an amazing personality.”


    Elijah grinned. “Thank you. My daughter loves you, if you haven’t already noticed. She hasn’t always


    been really happy, especially with everything going on at hometely, but whenever she talks about


    you she’s always smiling. It’s nice seeing her happy like that.”


    “Well, it’s nice knowing she has taken a liking to me,” I chuckled. “Also, I brought her a teddy bear and


    a bag of candy since I promised to get her something. Is that alright with you?”


    “You didn’t have to actually—”


    “I never break my promises,” I cut him off.


    For some reason, he just looked at me for the longest time ever and had a smile on his face. I would be


    lying if I said my heart didn’t do a little dance.


    “Yeah, you can give that to her,” he eventually said.


    “Jasmine!” I called out. “I have something for you.”


    She stopped ying with the dolls and walked over to me. “Yes, Ms. Aisha?” she asked.


    I handed her the bag of candy and the teddy bear. Her eyes lit up and she grabbed them before


    hugging me. “T-thank you, Ms. Aisha,” she said, stuttering a bit. “A-am I allowed to keep it?”


    “Yes, Jasmine,” Iughed. “You can keep them.”


    She turned to her dad, grinning. “Daddy! She got me a teddy bear and candy!” she excitedly told him.


    He chuckled.


    “I see, darling, but make sure to not eat all that candy in one day. Okay?” he asked.


    “Okay, daddy.”


    “Okay, Jasmine, could you go over to the station while your father and I talk?”


    She nodded her head and went back to the dolls.


    “Now, let’s get into business, shall we?” I said, turning to face Elijah. “I’ve been testing all my students


    unfortunately, Jasmine is one of them. I’m really worried for her because, as her teacher, I really want


    her to seed. I’ve been working with her more in ss and she’s been improving slowly but


    gradually. And, so, I was wondering if it was okay with you if I could possibly personally tutor her?” I


    asked. “All you have to do is sign a paper. So, it’s your choice.”


    Elijah thought for a moment. “First, thank you. And second, what’s she mainly struggling at?” he asked.


    “She’s struggling in every area but mainly in reading and math,” I told him.


    He sighed. “I’ll sign the paper,” he said. I quickly pulled out the paper and a pen then handed them to


    him. He signed.


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    “When are you gonna start working with her and where?” he asked.


    “I can start tutoring her next week after school. And, anywhere is fine. She can also stay here, in the


    school, then you can pick her up once she’s done.”


    Elijah nodded his head. “Alright.”


    We began talking more about Jasmine and how she’s doing in ss. I showed him all her tests and


    some of her projects. The whole time, Elijah looked happy. Soon enough, we finished the conference.


    “Before I go, I’d like to apologize for the way Jasmine’s mother was acting. We got into a whole


    argument about nothing, really. I’m sorry for the words she called you, and I want to make it up to you


    by taking you out to dinner,” he said confidently.


    It took me a moment to realize what he was saying. Was he basically asking me out on a date though?


    “There’s no need to,” I kindly declined his request. “I understand.” I didn’t really want to get my hopes


    up. After all, he was just trying to be nice.


    Elijah shook his head. “I insist. This is a way of me repaying you. I want to take you out on a date,” he


    said again and this time, I blushed.


    “I, erm…I’ll think about it,” I settled on saying.


    Elijah’s smile widened. “Great! Take as long as you need, the offer isn’t going anywhere.” He then


    turned to Jasmine. “C’mon, Jasmine. It’s time to go, honey.”


    She said by to me and I watched both of them walk out of the ssroom. Once they were out of sight, I


    couldn’t help but grin. I knew I was gonna tell him I wanted to eat dinner with him—but…wait. I didn’t


    ask for his phone number.


    I got onto my schoolputer and looked up his phone number. Once I got it, I put it in my phone and


    shot him a text.


    Hey, it’s Aisha. I’m up to going to dinner with you if the offer isn’t withdrawn yet. I texted.


    He replied quickly. Can’t wait.


    Yeah, me too.