Chapter Eight

“So,” Gina said as they lounge in the school cafeteria while having their lunch. “How was your day?”

Marcella puffed out a breath.

“Honestly? Not that bad,” she replies, then quickly adds, “Only had the one altercation with the new History Professor, at least," and she blushes slightly and lowers her head as she remembers how his presence had made her feel all warm inside. It wasn't really an altercation per se. She just wasn't used to having a lot of attention on her and it seemed he had been a little bit more attentive to her than everyone else.

It was obvious he remembered her. Knowing that had made her feel all fuzzy inside until a thought occurred to her.

'He might think I'm also a hooker.' She had felt shame as she knew it wasn’t every day you found out that your student works part-time in a bar waiting tables. She hoped he didn't think so even though that was very unlikely. That was probably why he had been giving her weird looks. Most of the bar patrons tend to assume that the