You hot

"Glad you are back on time today,"Antony greeted as he opened the door for Ayla and the boys.

"Hello to you too,"Jason replied with a smile as he hugged his father.

"Why are you dressed like that?"Mason asked pointing at the Captain's hat and suit that Antony had adorned.

"Am going back to the sea,"Antony smiled.

"Why? You just got back!"Jason started to protest.

"Stay longer," Mason added.

"Yes, but this trip is back to Australia where we found Ayla, hopefully we can find her family there,"Antony explained, leaving out the fact that their lives depended on getting the goods they left behind and been able to sell them before they are out of season.

Mason and jason spoke at the same time.

"That is good,"

"Thought she was part of our family,"

"She is-" Antony began.

"You me no here?" Ayla interrupted feeling disheartened that they did not want her.

"No of course not. We want you here you are our little girl. But we have to know who your family is, they might be looking for you or even failed a missing report of you,"Antony soothed as he hugged her.

"You family. No look me," Ayla sobbed.

She loved it here. This people were the first to accept her. This people gave her a life and if anyone was looking for her they would have done it long ago. But no one did and they certainly will not do it now.

"I swear her English gets terrible by the day," Mason groaned.

"Let her be," Antony said.

"You boys are to take care of her and your mother while am gone. I should not hear of any fighting having happened. I will call as soon as I reach shore,"he added.

Mason wanted to argue but he knew better than to go against his father's order.

"Your mother is at the Kent's house and might be back late. Ayla, your tutor will be here in half an hour be ready. I love you all," he said as he gave them forehead kisses before he left.

"Me hungry," Ayla spoke after Antony had left in a car.

"Yeah me too,"Jason added as he pulled Ayla with him, with Mason trailing behind them.

"We should throw a party,"Mason suggested as they eat sandwiches prepared by Jason.

"What for?"Jason asked with a mouthful.

"You know, for a new sister," Mason said giving the fakest smile ever to Ayla.

Unbeknownst to Ayla she give him a smile back before diving back into her sandwich.

"That is definitely not the reason,"Jason muttered.

"It does not matter as long its a party,"Mason shrugged.

"Fine. When mum leaves for her camping group at the end of the month we can have it,"Jason relented.

Mason gave a them a thumbs up before getting up and leaving.

"What party?" Ayla asked.

"It will be on the weekend of the end of this month,"Jason replied.

"No.What -"she was interrupted by the door bell ringing from asking what a party is as she had no idea.

"That must be your tutor. Go to the library I will send him there,"Jason said as he pushed her in the direction of the library then heading to get the door.

*****

Ayla was running her fingers over the books on the shelf when the door opened. Turning around to greet the teacher she was meet with a familiar face.

"Hello Ms.Miller, Am going to be your tutor from today onward," he introduced as his stretched his hand for a handshake.

"Me Ayla not Miller. You teacher school," Ayla corrected him.

"I have no idea what you just said, but I was informed you have terrible English, but I must admit it's worse. Thus this week we shall start with that so as to be able to understand each other and you will be able to catch up with you classes with ease,"he spoke in a formal tone.

Ayla lost track of what he was saying as she got lost starring at him.

"Ms Miller? Ms Miller? Ayla!!" He called when he noticed he had lost her.

He had large brown eyes that seemed to have the ability to stare into one's soul, dark brown messy hair that screamed out of bed look making her fingers itch to ran her hand through it, sharp jawline and slightly toned skin, his height towering over. He looked like an art exhibit that one could not tear off their eyes.

"You hot," Ayla erupted into reality when her name was called.

He knew he was good looking, always have. High school and University made sure he was aware of his good looks. But since he joined the the teaching staff at his old highschool, it was very rare for a student to tell him that.

Therefore hearing his first tutee tell him that got him flustered and blood rushed to color his ears a crimson shade. Lowering his face he looked at the girl before him. Her large hazel eyes stared back at him with innocence that had his heart racing making him look away.

"Um..thank you Ms Miller, but am your teacher and you are not allowed to say such things," He told her as he cleared this throat hoping to rid the discomfort he was feeling.

"Me Ayla not Miller," Ayla repeat annoyed.

"I know that, but as this is a formal setting we must address each other formally. Refer to me as Mr.Ross," he implored as he sat down and Ayla took a sit in front of him.

"Me Ayla, you Michael," She said with a smile remembering his first name.

Michael could only agree to what she said as he felt he won't get anything done if he tries to make her understand that they are not friends.

"As you wish Ayla," he spoke his face stoic as ever.

With that he began the lesson with the alphabet.