Teacher's Pet

XX

Mollie

Why did he do that? Why did I let him do that? Did I let him do that? That wasn't supposed to happen. I hadn't even wanted him to walk me to class. Something told me that telling him to call me 'Margaret' rather than 'Mollie' wouldn't make any difference. I could've given him a fake name. Or just told him 'no'. I'm supposed to stay away from him... Calm down, Mollie. It was just a kiss. I wiped my lips, trying to rid myself from the taste of cigarettes, and threw my phone into my backpack. I couldn't forget to delete his phone number later.

As I began to walk around the steps, no longer closed off to those around me, I came to a halt. A splash caught my attention and my stomach dropped at the sight in front of me. Landon was walking away like nothing had just happened, but that's not what bothered me. No, it was Mr. Thomas standing there with a crushed disposable coffee cup in his hand. Everything around me froze as I looked at him. I could read his solemn expression for once- betrayal and anger. The anger radiating off of him was almost palpable, and it made my skin grow clammy.

I watched how his chest heaved with each breath he took, and saw the tightness of his jaw. I was afraid it would break his teeth. I could even hear the remaining drops of coffee drip from his clenched fist. The pain visible as day on his face made my heart ache, my chest tightened as the lump in my throat grew from a golf ball to a baseball. I wanted to run to him and tell him that it wasn't I who kissed Landon, but the other way around. To tell him 'it wasn't what it looked like', just like they say in movies, except this time it was true.

My lips burned from the kiss, and not in the same delicious way as it did when Mr. Thomas kissed me. The cute boy I saw at the mall all those days ago was not the same as the man I lived with. The man I had grown to care for and have feelings that I couldn't explain for. "Wait," I begged yet it came out with a crack, taking a step towards him. He put a hand up, silently willing myself to the ground and shook his head in disappointment. Please don't leave. I couldn't let him go, but why would a student run crying to her professor? A young girl to their older, undeniably handsome professor at that.

I took a step forward, and then another, allowing my feet to carry me when I knew I should run. Before I knew it I was standing in front of him, able to feel the heat wafting off of his god-like body. It was like an out of body experience because I wasn't the one moving my feet. I knew I needed to stay out and do as I was told. A bead of sweat formed above his brow, yet his eyes were cold- detached, and not looking at me. "M-mr. Thom-mas," I began, trying to keep my tears at bay even though my voice already gave my resolve away. I wanted to cling to him, and the fact that I couldn't, made this hurt all the worse.

"Don't." He snarled, keeping his voice quiet, but sharp enough to cut me deep. After he shook the remainder of his drink from his hand, he looked down at his bulky silver wrist watch. The gleaming metal contrasted against his caramel skin. "Fuck. I need to get to class. You need to get to class as well, Miss Williams." He instructed, as he began to walk away. "Please," I started to cry, fearful tears danced down to my chin, "let me explain." No longer than a moment he looked down at my hand that had grabbed onto the sleeve of his dress shirt.

"Not now." He said, a twinge of hurt evident in his voice. It was clear as day how infuriated he was, but it felt like there was something more than that. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. With that, he pulled his arm from my grasp and walked towards Fortner, the Science and Mathematics building. I stood there watching him walk away like a love struck fool.

To hell with class. I couldn't go in there anyways looking like this. I'm sure my eyes and cheeks were puffy from crying, and my eyes had to be bloodshot. That was a problem with me, once I started crying I couldn't stop until there weren't any more tears left to cry. It had been like that ever since I was a small child. Just another thing my father berated me for. I began to wonder if Mr. Thomas felt the same and 'would need to give me something to cry about', causing a spark to trickle don't my stomach to my thighs.

Of all the times, Mollie. This isn't it. I shook the sinful thoughts from my head, forcing myself to not run after him and go to my car. On the way, I passed a group of girls sitting at a picnic table in the open lawn, munching away at their breakfast. That reminded me, I needed to let the girls know that I wouldn't be joining them for lunch, because I was going home.

I whipped my phone out and began to type: Sorry, can't make it to lunch. Not feeling well. before tapping the backspace repeatedly. Some guy kissed me and now I feel like a dirty slut. So I'm gonna go home and wallow in self pity. That didn't seem like a good choice either, so I erased it again. Finally, I just went with a simple: Hey, I'm going home. Rain check lunch? and pressed send before I could make myself out to be a basket case.

My phone vibrated in my hands and a message banner popped up at the top of the screen. "Hey princess. Hope we can meet up soon," Landon's text said with a winking emoticon ending the message. "No sir." I said aloud, my eyebrow peaking towards my forehead. Fuck I can't call him that. "Nope. Not today, buddy," I corrected myself while deleting his message and then his contact he had saved in my phone.

I hoped that not responding to him was just the same as getting a message, that I wasn't hoping 'we could meet up soon'. After I fished my keys from my bag, I unlocked my trusty old clunker and slid onto the seat. It kicked to life after a few choked putters from the exhaust, allowing me to shift into reverse and leave the damned lot.

"Well it seems like I'll have the entire day to myself," I sighed at no one. A rather lonely way to spend my day but it would give me time to get ahead of homework, try to create my own notes out of the chapters we were supposed to cover in my classes today, and sort through some things for Dreven. I just prayed that Mr. Thomas would be too pissed to notice that I wouldn't be in his classroom today, but I highly doubted it. He seems to notice everything that I do wrong.

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