Accidentally on Purpose

Chapter Eight

I nodded, still feeling the excitement that radiated off of him. "I didn't see you, though. I stopped by the restaurant yesterday," I asked in slight confusion. The only person that I saw working yesterday was... Jonah Gibbs, who had made me the most heavenly cup of green tea latte I'd ever tasted with a pretty latte art on it.

"Oh, you must've come right after school ended. I work night shifts, because I have some basketball practice a few times in a week after school," he said, and only then that I remembered that Spencer was in the basketball team. "It was a bit of a tough work because my shift is during the peak hour, but I was so glad that I got hired."

"Well, I'm happy for you," I said with a smile. "I'll make sure to stop by during your shift some time."

He laughed. "You don't have to."

"Maybe I will," I said, tilting my head to the side. "After all, we're going to start a family, right?"

"Right, how could I forget?" he said mock-exasperatedly, but then he joined in on my train of chuckles. "But seriously, though. How did we meet?"

"Okay, maybe you... umm," I thought for a while. "Maybe you have a young cousin or a little niece or nephew who goes to the school where I work at? And then during one of the parent-teacher meeting, their parent—your sibling—couldn't come and you had to come instead and then met me during the meeting?"

"Huh, not bad," he said, his head moving up and down in agreement. "Alright, so I have a cute little niece named Honey who goes to your school, and my brother and his wife somehow can't attend the meeting, and then I meet you—because you're Honey's homeroom teacher—and then we just kinda hit it off?"

An amused smile played on my lips. "Why Honey?"

He rolled his eyes at me good-naturedly. "Why not Honey? I've always wanted a niece named Honey. I made my sister swear that she will name one of her kids Honey."

I laughed and shook my head. "You're really weird, Spencer."

"Aren't I?" he said, grinning. "Okay, but our story still seems a bit too ordinary. Why not think of some plot twist?"

So we spent the rest of the period creating a story of how an ordinary English teacher somehow met this hotshot of a CEO like we were co-authoring a lame adult novel. Except, we kept it PG rated, because we didn't need another sequel of Fifty Shades of Grey on the stands.

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Contrary to popular belief, Jonah Gibbs wasn't a "bad boy", so I didn't understand why freshman kids cowered at the sight of him when he wasn't even doing anything but stand in their way.

He wasn't even glaring at them or anything—I guess I was the only one who got the privilege of having those eyes staring hard at me. He just kind of stood there—and to the kids' defense, Jonah was the one who blocked their way—without giving off any kind of reaction, but then the kids' faces paled and they just ran away as if they were in dire need to go to the restroom because they were about to piss in their pants.

I mean, what did they think Jonah was gonna do? Dumping soda on their hair like he did to me? They didn't need to worry because they didn't have the same level of craziness that I had to piss him off on purpose.

Also, from all the books and movies I'd seen, the term "bad boy" was always associated with these few things: dark, dangerous vibes, rotten behavior, tendencies to act up and do something illegal, and sometimes, intimidating motorbikes, for some reason.

Meanwhile, the only "bad boy quality" that Jonah had was the dark vibe he gave off—and he didn't even seem all that dangerous to be honest. He was far from a slacker—he had perfect attendance, and he did well in his education—I knew because a lot of teachers actually praised him for his good work. Besides, when you think of bad boys, would you imagine them making neat little latte arts in their spare time?