Chapter Nine-Ansley

"Mrs. Sanders, I need to see you. Alone," Mr. Heckles said from his office, which was located across the hallway from his human sexuality class, in a little alcove beside a small IT room.

Reluctantly, I glanced at Madden, who'd been distant the entire morning. As if our kiss from the day before hadn't clouded my mind from studying like I needed to, or his freaky nightmare hadn't scared the pee out of me, his pissy attitude during our run really put me in a mood.

"I'll be right back," I mumbled, hiking the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder as I walked into the room. His office was small, with bookcases filled to the brim with every book known to man.

I had no idea what he wanted from me, and it made my skin crawl with nerves, and my stomach fall to my butt.

"Close the door," he said, waving his pen around, not looking up from his laptop.

Madden's gaze lingered on mine, from across the hallway where he waited, as I shut the door and sat down in front of him.

He typed something