Serenity and I got a bit carried away, so we pulled away after the bell rang when that period had ended.
"We should probably get going." I said to her, practically throwing a sign out there saying, 'I regret this' and a separate sign which said, 'My mom is going to kill me.'
I didn't even wait for Serenity to respond. Instead I pushed past her and started heading towards my locker. I got my black folder for Shakespearean Drama. I loved this time of the day. The only problem I had is that everyone, even Mr. Proctor, hates me and, therefore, it isn't much fun when nobody likes you and would rather you disappear and still have not a single care in the world. It's quite depressing to know that nobody acknowledges your presence in a room that is not even close to big.
It's okay though; I'm not worthy enough to have that one crowd of people to call me by my name, at the least. At least I have Dan. Until rumors spread and he finds out the truth. I don't trust him as of right now but I will, soon enough.
I started to walk up to the second floor, using the staircase of which were torn up throughout fights, heals running up and down the individual steps, and, of course, those few people that take weaponry onto school grounds. When I got into the room with beige walls, white ceiling tile with the occasional large lights, blue and white tiles, the chalk board in the front of the room with worn-out chalk on the tray, the large cabinet containing artistic supplies, and the twenty-seven desks with pink and blue chairs connected to the white desks. Mr. Proctor's desk looked as if a tornado had hovered above it. It was quite amusing watching him practically pulling his hair out at this very moment.
"What do you think you're smiling at the sight of?" he asked me, all of a sudden. I guess he saw me walking in the room, holding back all giggles.
"I-" I started to say as I thought of a believable response. "I'm just proud that I finally have one friend around this dump." I could nearly see the excitement in his eyes when I said that. I know he hates me so why the fuck is he excited? What the fuck is going on in his mind as of this moment?
"Oh. Really? What's this person's name? What grade is this mysterious person in? Is this person new to town? Do they not know how much of a looser you are?" he started to blurt out questions. I ignored him after he asked me 'Does they not know how much of a looser you are?' What did I ever do to Mr. Proctor? Is it just the matter of fitting in within his students? I will never understand this. What did I do to deserve a teacher that absolutely despises one of his hardest-working students. This has just been a great day. God, I wish that would be believable but not with my suicidal soul.
"Actually, his name is Dan Valentine and yes, he is new in town but why do you care? I know, I'm such a looser." I said the last part with much sarcasm on 'such' and 'looser.'" He looked at me and blank a few times. This was so uncomfortable. I know that that was a new response to any of his remarks towards me. He was shocked. Instead of responding, he decided to ignore me for the period. I was kind of pissed off. Only because he handed out at least ten papers and he didn't give me any of them.
When the bell rang for the period to end, Mr. Proctor had asked me to stay after class for a bit, due to how he doesn't have one. After everyone left, Mr. Proctor went over to the door, closed it, and locked it. The blinds were closed and I didn't notice until he walked up to my desk and stood right in front of me, silently demanding me to look up into his eyes. I looked up into his blue eyes and stared at them for a moment.
"What do you think you were doing, Briella?" he asked me, suddenly.
"What do y-" he cut me off with a slap to the face. "Are you fucking kidding me? What in the hell do you think you're doing? You realize that I can report you, right?"
"But you won't." he looked into my eyes, his face only centimeters away from my own. He crushed his lips against mine, hard. I pushed him away and stood up, out of my desk.
"What is wrong with you? Jesus Christ Mr. Proctor! I knew that you were one sick mother fucker but... you're twenty-one years old and you just decide to kiss one of your students? The one student you hate the most? I'm officially disgusted." I said, putting emphasize on twenty-one. He was just checking me out while I gave him that short speech. I saw him bite his bottom lip and that's when I lost it. "Oh my God. Go-"
He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist then squeezed my ass. Why me? Doesn't he have a wife? Isn't this like completely wrong? God damn it! "Get your hands off of me. Now." I demanded him through clenched teeth.
"Everybody says you're a slut. Why don't you prove it to me?" He went in for another kiss and I slapped him as I started to cry. I'll admit it. I was fucking scared. Sue me! "You little bitch! What the fuck do you think you're doing? Slap me again and find out what happens." he started to threaten me. Okay, plan B; push him away, run to the door.
I pushed him away and then kicked his testicles and ran over to the door, unlocking it, opening it, and leaving it open for everyone to see Mr. Proctor on the floor, attempting to get feeling back into his "area." That'll teach him to mess around with his students. Nasty ass scumbag of a teacher. Mr. Proctor was cool but now, I think I need to puke.
I know, it's only a three year difference but he's engaged right now and I am not that type of girl. I know people call me a slut but what the fuck? What kind of pick-up line is that? 'Why don't you prove it to me?' That's going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
On my way to gym I saw Dan at his locker and decided to stop by and talk to him. "Hey, Dan!"
"Hm?" He looked over at me and smiled. "Hey, Briella. Why aren't you in class?"
"Well, Mr. Proctor wanted me to stay after class for a bit and-" I paused for a moment thinking about whether I should tell him or not. "I don't want to talk about it."
Dan looked a bit concerned. "Ella, this sounds important. You know you'll tell me. You know damn well that you will because not telling me will make you feel guilty as fuck. Please, tell me?"
I sighed."Do you have a pen and paper?"
He handed me a notebook and a pink pen, for my liking. "Thanks." I barely whispered. I thought about how to word it as I sat next to the lockers and a light switch came on. Perfect way to word it!
I wrote, "Mr. Proctor had closed the door and locked it, the blinds were closed. I didn't know what would happen but I had a bad feeling. 'Everybody says you're a slut. Why don't you prove it to me?' He kissed me, harassed me, and I kicked his testicles and ran out of the room, leaving my items behind." I felt a tear coming and so I stood up, practically threw the notebook and pink pen at him and then ran to the gym doors, going into the girl's locker room.
He's so going to hate me. I know it. He's going to be like, "There's got to be a reason why they call her a slut." Or, "She is definitely a slut if she stayed after he said that to her and kissed her." But he wouldn't understand if I even attempted to explain this whole situation to him. I just met him anyway! He doesn't know shit. I wish I could trust him but nah. I have major trust issues. I'm sure you can understand why. God. I cannot believe I just told him that. He'll probably show everyone and then everything will get so much worse!
My phone then vibrated. I took it out of my back pocket and looked at the screen to see a text from Dan. "What the fuck, Ella? Why the fuck were you so hesitant to tell me? What's his room number?"
