Pins and Needles

Chapter 5

I found myself sitting in Mr. Peters' class, listening as he droned on about another irrelevant topic. A few days had passed since I went roller skating, and not much had happened since. Everyone was occupied with some other plans and was unable to hang out over the weekend, not that I minded. Now, school had started back up with the weekdays, and Tuesday afternoon seemed to be carrying on a little longer than usual.

My scan found its way over to Mr. Peters, watching as he kept his gaze on Maeve. However, he didn't keep to his usual glances, no, he was full-on staring. Something in his eyes told me that he was feeling a bit friskier than normal. His desire was so obvious that it surprised me other students weren't noticing. I rolled my eyes; some people were so dense.

The bell rang, taking me out of my thoughts and back to the real world.

Before I could make my way over to Maeve, Mr. Peters spoke, "Maeve Jennison, could I see you real quick?"

I jolted to a standpoint. Something was not right. After what I just witnessed, I could tell nothing good was going to become of their discussion. I hurried over to Maeve's desk and slammed my hand on the table.

"Uh, don't we have to go to PE, Maeve? You know how Mrs. Peters gets when we are late," I said, gaping over at Mr. Peters' figure, then back at Maeve.

She laughed, peering at me with a questioning look, "Well, yeah, but it won't take long, I assume. Plus, I'm sure that if I am late, Mr. Peters can write me a pass."

"I can and will if it comes to that, so you have no reason to worry, Ms. Crown. Ms. Jennison will meet you in PE, so run along now," Mr. Peters leered.

I glared at the floor, realizing I wouldn't be able to drag her away, "Ok, will do. See you in class, Maeve."

I then grabbed my stuff and abruptly left the classroom, striding down the hallway until I heard talking coming from the room. I stopped my walking and turned around, creeping back to the class in an effort to eavesdrop. I shuffled closer and closer to the doorway until I could distinctly make out the words being said. The door stayed open, so I laid on the wall next to it as casually as possible to avoid any unwanted attention.

"You probably don't realize this, Maeve, but you are extremely beautiful," a masculine voice announced, making me visibly shudder as I knew it to be Mr. Peters'.

A quiet, feminine voice stuttered, "Ah, w-what do you mean, sir?"

"I mean, that I find you attractive. Incredibly attractive that it makes me lose focus in class sometimes."

"Oh! I-I, uhm... I had no idea..."

Mr. Peters chuckled lowly, "Of course you didn't, that's why I had to tell you now, or else you never would have caught on."

His voice got quieter near the end of the sentence and I could hear shoes scuffing the tile floor. Curiosity got the best of me and I peered around the corner, not bothering to make the action discrete. The scene before me grossed me out in more ways than one, and I wish had never seen it. Mr. Peters was approaching Maeve, his eyes glassed over as they held contact with Maeve's lips. His mouth was pursed as he got closer and closer to the teen girl, causing her to back into a desk. Her back was facing me, so I couldn't see her face, but I imagined it shone with fear. Mr. Peters' hand crept up Maeve's side, aiming to cup her cheek forcefully. I found myself searching for the pin, stabbing it into my finger as I struggled to tear my gaze away from the display.

"Hey, Angel? Whatcha doing?"

I jumped at the voice, spinning on my heel to see Dean and Jess standing behind me.

"Oh, I was just..." I started, quickly glancing back into the room.

Mr. Peters was staring directly at me, his face twisted into one of shock and fear. I assumed he was thrown off by the sudden peeping tom, probably thinking that he swore he closed the door. He was so easy to read that it made me laugh. He did surprise me that go around, however. I never thought he would actually act on his lust; I always thought he was more of an observer. That spontaneousness was going to be an issue...

"Well, don't worry about it. Where are y'all headed?" I asked, changing the subject.

Jess piped up, "I'm going to English. Does suck though, I have Ms. Fenwry."

I had never really looked at Jess before, but she was shockingly handsome. She had short black hair and mono-lidded eyes that shaded her deep, black iris'. Her lips were thin, but they surprisingly stood out on her face. Her best feature, however, was her cheeks. They were nice and full and held a magnificent rouge color.

A hand entered my vision, swiping up and down as it gained all of my attention.

"I was beginning to think we lost you there. Is my face that interesting?" Jess giggled.

I blushed slightly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to zone out."

"You're fine, don't worry about it. Although, I do have to split off, so I'll catch up with y'all later!"

With that, Jess jogged down the hall and eventually left my sight. I started towards the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time when someone brushed up next to me. I had almost forgotten about Dean, but he wasted no time making himself present in my sights. We walked on in silence a bit longer until I noticed Dean wasn't fixing to leave me.

"Uhm, where's your next class?" I finally asked.

Dean snickered, "You haven't noticed, have you?"

Unsure of what he was referring to, I frowned, "Haven't noticed what?"

He shook his head amusingly, "I'm in your PE class."

I formed an 'O' with my lips. No, I certainly hadn't noticed that.

"My bad, I didn't realize."

He shrugged, "Eh, it's fine. You're always with Maeve, so I assumed as much."

I nodded and continued to PE before stopping suddenly.

"Uh, actually, you go ahead. I have to stop by another class real quick."

Dean stopped walking and turned towards me, "Huh? Oh, you sure?"

"Yes, positive. Don't wait up!" I chirped, then ran away from him before he could protest.

Once I arrived at the bathroom, I slipped inside to conduct the usual ritual. I rushed Jess's inscription as I so dearly wanted to make it back to the gym before Maeve. I wanted to see the look on her face when she entered the room, curiosity burning at my chest. I finished up the note about Jess, not bothering to clean it up before stepping out of the stall. However, I wasn't even able to pass into the hallway as a tall someone blocked the exit. A seething Mr. Peters towered over me, tapping his foot frantically as he emitted disapproval.

This should be interesting...