Breaking Free (On Hold, Read Description for More Information)

New friends and sexy teachers

Come on, we should have mastered this by now. Breathe in and out. In and out. In and out.

I was struggling to do just that as I watched Jay and the other guy totally abandon class and walk down the hall. I almost didn’t see the glare that Jay sent my way before he turned the corner. A shudder ran down my spine and I suddenly felt faint. Everything about him screamed danger, and I just pissed him off. I tried not the think about that too much.

I walked into the nearly full classroom and spotted the teacher searching hastily in her desk. Her desk was near the door so I knew she was well within earshot to hear my conversation with Jay. Yet she still didn’t do anything about it.

Jay had the staff members wrapped around his finger, too.

I slid past the teacher without a word and sat down at a desk that was near the middle. This was the safe zone. Not too far back where the school trouble makers sat, but not too close to the front where you would be called on too much.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my new binder and pencil case and sat them side by side on my desk. I made sure my pencils were still perfectly sharpened before relaxing in my seat.

A girl with long golden hair walked into the room. I almost smiled when I saw her. Sure she was pretty, but she wasn’t perfect like everyone else. To my surprise, once she laid her eyes on me, a huge smile spread across her face.

She bounced over to me with a huge grin on her face. When I say bounced, I mean that literally. With every step she took, she hopped a little on the balls of her feet. She reminded me of a toddler that had been fed too much candy.

“You’re the new girl,” She said, not as a question but a statement. I sent her a small smile which transformed into a questioning look as she sat beside me.

“Your name is Olivia right?” I nodded my head. “My name is Cindy,” She said. She held out her hand with the brightest smile that I’ve seen in my life. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Nice you meet you,” I said. She beamed at me.

The class fell silent when our teacher started to write something on the white board in blue marker. Without missing a beat, I took opened my notebook to the very first page, retrieved a neatly sharpened pencil from my pencil case, and waited for her to begin.

As she turned around, I couldn’t help but gasp. Although she looked like she was in her early forties, she still was insanely attractive. Cindy giggled beside me.

“I know what you’re thinking,” She said. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. Great, she probably thought I was a creep. I probably was; who stops and admires how attractive every single person is in a town. She laughed.

“You don’t have to be intimidated by how everyone in this town looks like a super model. Half of our looks aren’t even real,” She wrinkled her nose. “Let’s just say our town has a very talented plastic surgeon.”

I was so stunned that I couldn’t even move. That would explain everyone’s surprisingly good looks, but why would so many people operate on themselves? I felt like getting plastic surgery was like lying to everyone, because you were hiding what you really looked like. It’s like wearing a permanent disguise.

“So every single person in this town has been operated on?” I asked, not bothering to hide the disgust in my voice. Luckily, Cindy seemed to share my thoughts.

“Not everyone, thankfully. There are a few people that are in their right minds, but not many,” She said with a frown.

“Have you…?” I asked warily. I wasn’t going to judge her, but I still wanted to know. She shook her head.