Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? (Student/Teacher Love Story)

This is a student/teacher love story. I thought i'd give this type of story a go, just because it's so damn awesome xD

Character:Marie (Mimi) Di Francesco
Hair:Short/Boy-Cut Dirty-Blonde Hair
Eyes:Blue/Gray/Green
Body:5'8" Tall, 160lbs
Personality:Very Tomboy-ish, but can be a girl when she wants.Is outwardly mean, but is a hopeless romantic and is very passionate about the things she loves.Hard to open up to new people, but once she does, you're friends forever.
Hope you love it!!!

Chapter 2

Unbelievable

"Toni...Toni!" I shook her violently and pointed to Alonzo. "Do you...know who that is?"

"No...Wait a minute...Isn't that Alon..!" I clamped my hand over her mouth as several people, looked over. Alonzo and I hadn't broken our gaze yet, even as he called out other kids' names. I turned from him painfully and looked Toni in the eyes. As I released my hand she wiped her mouth and said "You didn't have to do that..."

"You were going to blurt it out in front of everyone! I just don't get it...How is this even possible?"

"Well, you said he was older and had a job near us...Didn't you ask what the job was?"

"No! Non ho pensato che esso porterebbe! Come sono stato supposto per sapere che intendeva diventare il nostro nuovo insegnante?!" As I stopped to catch my breath, I looked around at the several pairs of eyes staring my way. I gasped, not even realizing i'd been speaking Italian. "Do you understand?"

Toni shook her head. "You know I don't get Italian! But...was it something about not thinking it would matter..? All I heard was no, no no..."

"Fantastic...Merda!" I slammed my fist down on the table and stood, the stool i'd been sitting on fell over, and I stomped out of the room.

In the empty hall, I slammed my fists on the concrete wall and shouted several more curse words. "Dannazione! Cazzo ogni-corpo! E ogni cosa!" I looked down at my red, scraped, bleeding knuckles. "Dammit..."

There was a creaking of wood and Alonzo appeared in the hall, the big wooden door drifting shut behind him. He came to me and grabbed both my hands, examinging my knuckles.

"You might need to go to the hospital for this Mimi, to see if it's broken...Why would you do that?" I looked at him like he'd gone insane.

"Why? Why? Do you not remember the summer we had? All that traveling, the picture-taking, the fun times, the..." I didn't dare mention the last bit out loud. Not just for the fear of someone hearing it, but because I almost regretted it now.

"Yes, I remember..." My mind, and probably Alonzos, flashed back to when we were in Italy, on a cruise ship heading from Rimini to Venice. It'd been a chilly night, and we were on deck watching the night sky. I'd been cold and Alonzo offered me his coat, and we'd gotten quite close, close enough to share a kiss.

I shook my head, trying to rid the memory from my mind. I focused back on the present, on the words Alonzo was speaking to me.

"...and we needn't worry about those things now. Right now, i'm worried about you. You've hurt yourself, and I don't want things to get worse for you...Please, just let someone take you to the hospital." I snatched my hand from him, and regretted it instantly. His face became an expression of sadness and guilt.

"I'm sorry...Alonzo..." It almost stung to say his name, after what i'd just found out. "I don't mean to be a culo .." He smiled. "...but I just can't deal with what just happened...I mean, how could you end up being my teacher after that summer we had?" The best summer of my life, actually, not that I was going to tell Alonzo that.

"And I can't believe you're my student? Why didn't you tell me you were in high school? I thought you were in college!"

"You never asked! I was...am...18, so it shouldn't have mattered anyway! And you should've told me exactly what that 'job' was you had near here! maybe we could've prevented anything from...happening." My mind flashed back to the kiss again.

"Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, I don't know...Can we please get you to the hospital now?! It makes me uncomfortable to watch that..." I looked down, noticing for the first time how the blood was dripping down my hand and arm. Bleeding a lot for a hand wound.

"Fine...but i'm not going to the nurse. You can call and tell her Toni is taking me to the hospital." I went to the door and motioned to Toni to bring my things. She obliged, and slipped my bag onto my shoulder after staring momentarily at my hands. "And Alonzo?" He turned to me. "Don't call me Mimi again. Ever."

Toni and I raced down the stairs out of the building.

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"How can you stand that? I'm flinching just watching!" Toni was sitting beside me as a doctor was giving me stitches, fidgeting. She didn't take blood or pain as well as I. It didn't bother me, and wouldn't have even if my hand hadn't been injected with morphine.

"Oh, stop that. They'll have the cast on before your parents get here." The hospital had called Toni's parents when I came in, because we'd come directly from school.

When we'd got here, I was taken in for an X-ray and the doctor discovered i'd broken several bones in my right hand, and one of my left-hand fingers. They'd taped up my left ring finger and were stitching up my knuckles before going to put the cast on my right hand. I'd requested a black one, of course.

The doctor finished stitching and stood up. "Time for that cast...Do you still want to stay with her?" He was talking to Toni. She nodded. I was taken into a different room, where they wrapped up my arm.

I'd broken the bones connecting my knuckles to my wrist, the metacarpals, I think they were called.

Just as the cast was finished, Toni's parents came in, worried expressions on both their faces. Her mother rushed over and hugged me tightly, babbling away.

"When we got the call that you were in the E.R., I got so worried! They said something about you hurting your hand, and you need stitches and a cast and...Oh!" She hugged me one final time before letting go, and I inhaled deeply. Toni's father wasn't so...outlandish like his wife.

"You okay kiddo? Kinda got us worried back there." I nodded. "How'd you hurt yourself anyway?" I glanced over at Toni and she looked down, as if saying don't include me in this.

I inhaled again and said "I got...angry at something, and kinda hit a cement wall a couple times..." He looked at me understandingly.

"Well, as long as you didn't hit any people..." He knew, as well as Toni and her mother, that I could get very angry and violent...Like when i'd first come to them after my parents died. I usually wasn't like that anymore though. Usually. "Feel like heading home right about now? We can pick up some food on the way."

"Chinese food." We usually didn't order out, because they had someone to cook food for us. One of the perks of being in a rich family.

I was signed out of the E.R. after being prescribed a mild pain medication for my hands. We stopped at the nearest CVS Pharmacy to get it filled, then drove downtown to the 88 Chinese Express place. It was one of my favorite places to get food, and it tasted amaaazing!

We ordered Lo Mein, Sweet and Sour chicken, pork fried rice, noodles, and pretty much anything else Toni and I wanted. I felt a little happy, because I hadn't eaten like this in months, at least.

Some of the happiness wore off though, once we got home. I'd taken my share of the food to my bedroom, where i'd sat it on the bedside table, and my eyes trailed to the wall above my bed.

Pictures from Italy were posted all over. There were pictures from the gondolas, from the cruise ship, driving through Milan. Most of them were either of Toni, me, or...Alonzo.

I stared up at them, remembering taking each one individually. Pictures that spanned the entire 3 month summer I was there with him, and I remembered every one. Back when i'd thought he was maybe a college student on vacation, and there was a chance of something between us.

Then all this business happened.

"Fond memories, aren't they?" I spun around, nearly hitting my head on the bedpost, to face Alonzo. he was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, looking softly at me. I blushed deeply.

"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here."

"I told your parents I was your teacher, and that I was here to see if you were alright and needed any work picked up from school. Which isn't a lie, by the way." I scowled at him and laid down on my bed, burying my face in a pillow.

"Go away. I don't want you here."

"So was that apology earlier fake? Was that entire summer, and the things we shared, fake? Was I just a game to you?" His voice became harsh, and I squeezed the pillow tighter to my face, not wanting him to see the tears forming in my eyes.

"It wasn't fake. All of it, the apology, the summer, the...kiss, it was all real. But...it doesn't matter. If anyone found out...It'd ruin the both of us." I felt Alonzo sit beside me on the bed and put a hand to my shoulder.

"But...can you so simply ignore everything we've shared? In Italy, while we walked the streets of Verona, you once told me something...Do you remember?" I did, but I shook my head. He sighed deeply. "We were walking by the Casa di Giulietta, and you had admired the love and affection there. You said 'If I ever meet a man I truly love, I will thank the santo patrono Giulietta for bringing him to me.' Then you looked at me and smiled, saying 'Perhaps it may be you.'" I sniffed and nodded, remembering exactly. I'd meant what I said then. "That was one of the best moments of my life, and I don't want anything to get between us."

I slowly sat up and faced Alonzo, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"I am sorry I made you cry, Mimi..."

"It's okay, I don't blame you...It's just...I don't know how we can continue being friends, or anything at all, with you being my...teacher." The words felt foreign as I spoke them. "Wouldn't you lose your job or something?" He shrugged.

"Maybe, I don't know...It happened once before, i'm sure you heard, but that student was only like 15..." He sighed deeply. "If you want me to stay away, I understand, Mimi..." He went to stand up, but my left hand shot out and grabbed him by the wrist. He looked down at my taped-up finger, then at the cast on my other hand. "I'm sorry you had to be hurt like this."

"It was completely my fault though. I got angry, lost control...I should be the sorry one, making you witness that..."

Alonzo smiled and scooted closer to me, and I thought he was going to lean in to kiss me, but there were footsteps out in the hall and he backed up. Toni walked in and looked back and forth between us.

"My parents said you could stay for a while. They'd like to entertain you out on the back patio and have a few drinks." Alonzo stood, looking meaningfully down at me before walking out of the room.

As his footsteps slowly faded away, Toni sat beside me with a worried expression on her face.

"Marie...Was he...trying to kiss you?" I shrugged. "Well, did he say anything?"

"Basically that he's sorry he made me cry and get hurt, and that he doesn't want anything to ruin our relationship." I didn't dare mention the part about the Casa di Giulietta. Toni would've freaked.

"So...what are you now? Friends? Together? What?" I shrugged again.

"I have no idea. I guess we'll just have to wait and see..." Toni nodded, patting my leg reassuringly. It didn't work much. "Did your parents really say that, or were you just trying to get him out?" She grinned.

"Both. You know how they love making new friends. I'm sure they don't recognize him from Italy though. At least, they didn't say anything to me about it. They might to you, though." I groaned. "Do you wanna go downstairs? We can maybe chek up on what they're talking about, or just watch some TV or something..."

"Nah, I think i'll just stay up here and rest...Long day, you know?" Toni nodded and stood, walking out of the room.

Ignoring the food on my bedside table, I flipped off my light and laid down, exhausted. I didn't sleep much though, because I could hear Toni's parents going on with Alonzo in the backyard, knowing they were probably talking about me.

How did I ever get myself into this mess..?

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