Chapter 5

 As we leave, I try not to pass by them but, I cannot help hearing some of their comments in a low manner. I am incredibly surprised how good my hearing has turned that I can hear them from a few tables away.

"Damn, look at Molly! She is becoming so hot! How is she so fine and I have not asked her out or fucked her yet?" Dylan says.

"Man, she is way out of your league!"

"Fuck that, she's perfect, what the bloody hell are you saying?"

 "Dude, her stepdad is the "Hunter Eldridge" world-known billionaire from Chicago and London" Carter said.

"That's what makes it better, we're both from wealthy families, except her mom, I bet she dated him because of his money". I glare at their table.

'How dare they speak of my mother that way!' I am so angry; I could beat them to a pulp.

"Nah, I don't see Ms. Fawns as the gold digger type, getting back to what we were saying who is going to make their move and lay that uptight girl down?" Jackson says snickering.

"Would you boys shut up! Who gives a shit! She is the first choice for High Honors, and she is not even in the club! that's so freaking embarrassing!” Gwendolyn sneers

“Molly should be in it, not that Barbara! She is not a real genius; she is such a joke!" Bridget says.

"Yeah, She's not even that attractive" Olivette giggles.

I become so angry that somehow a growl comes from within me. I see the room become quiet and look around as they try and understand where the noise came from.

"Is there an animal outside?" I hear Barbara says.

"Let's go, I am sick of looking at them," I tell her.

We walk to the other side of the school grounds as I head for Spanish class. Today this class feels like a torture chamber to inflict pain on my day. I wish I could be in creative writing with Barbara, Cecilia, and Elizabeth. My friends make class fun. Anything other than my next class with Mr. Crandall. I love learning Spanish; I just cannot tolerate being near him. I get very odd vibes from him; he looks at me as if I could be a meal. Sexual or literal I am not sure, either way, he is creepy

. I say farewell to Barbara for the day and walk onward like the dutiful student I am. I do not share my fears because I do not need my mother to freak out and start trying to hack my teacher apart. "Good day, Ms. Fawns" he purrs with a sweet yet secretive smile. 

"Good day Mr. Crandall” I say as I take a seat, as he walks past me. I stiffen as I feel like he is scenting my hair, I turn towards the board feeling like I am sealing my fate sitting in his classroom. I keep thinking, it is only one week left of his class, I can endure.

This class feels like it was the longest class of my bloody life, I think to myself as I hear the bell ring. I cannot wait for the week to pass by quickly. Finally, my torture in the room will be over and I do not have to deal with that fucking teacher anymore. All of the looks he gives me, the caresses on my hand when he would hand me my submitted work. I still cannot forget the way he spoke my name, and how he would watch my every turn. I remember one time while passing him in the hall, I swear I felt his hands caress the side of my thigh, just above my knee which was covered by my skirt. It sent shivers down my spine, and not in a good way! At the end of class, as I was gathering my stuff to make my quick escape, I noticed Mr. Crandall was staring at me intently. I quietly approached the desk, and he smiled as he spoke to me.

"Ms. Fawns would you mind staying after to speak with me?” he purred, and his eyes roamed my body. I felt myself tremble in the worst way. I felt a jolt of fear slither its way up my spine, it felt like a venomous snake wrapping around me. Something deep within me told me not to listen. Said it was not safe. I didn’t know what to do. I felt like I could not disobey a teacher. So, I waited patiently at the end of the class, praying that nothing would happen.