Not That Girl

Chapter 18

My philosophy class passed slowly and I ended up putting my head on Michael's shoulder so I could snooze a little, Mr Matthews just doesn't seem to be catching my attention today. He's had to snap his fingers in front of my face twice to get my attention.

I don't know what to think of Michael right now, he can be an asshole sometimes but then he's almost nice and I feel bad for thinking badly of him.

Everyone was suddenly getting up and grabbing their things, is class already over?

'Miss Rochester, I'd like to talk to you.'

Crap, I was hoping to just get out of here and go relax on the football field with everyone else for an hour.

Once everyone was gone Mr Matthews shut the classroom door and walked over to his desk where I was waiting.

'You've been very distracted recently, is something on your mind?'

'Nothing much.' I can't tell him about Michael and the racing.

He put his hand on top of mine, 'You can trust me.'

'I'm fine, really.' He stepped closer and I backed up against the desk.

'Alright then, so, do you have a boyfriend right now Veronica?'

'No.' That's a weird question to ask.

'Good because university boys will distract you but...' He smirked stepping closer to me, 'You do need someone to comfort you.'

'I don't need comfort.'

'I think you do.' And then his lips were on mine.

I was so shocked I almost fell forward but he caught me in his arms and presses his body against me. I was knocked out of my shock when his hand tightly squeezed my ass. Shoving hands against his chest and shoving as hard as I could he was knocked to the floor.

'What the-' I ignored him and ran out the door.

What the fuck just happened!? My teacher kissed me, he kissed me! I can't even, how do I process this... Oh god. What am I going to do when I have another class with Mr Matthews. I'm so screwed, so, so royally screwed.

Sliding down against the wall and closing my eyes I felt panic set in. I have no idea how to handle this situation.

***

It's been three days since the incident with Mr Matthews and I've been getting more and more paranoid each day. Sitting alone in the back of all my classes and tuning out everyone that tried to talk to me, I'm trying to act happy around Emily so she doesn't get suspicious but she knows something's up.

I pulled my hoodie closer to my body and wished I hadn't worn jean shorts, my next class is philosophy with Mr Matthews and I'm more stressed than ever. I can feel his eyes on my body walking into class, straight to the back where he can't be close to me.

Michael sat in front of me as usual and stayed silent knowing I wouldn't want to talk, he seems to have realized that something's wrong. He seems to be the only one that doesn't bother me to tell them what up.

The class dragged to an end and I flinched every time Mr Matthews was on my side of the class room.

'Miss Rochester, please stay after class I have some extra credit work for you.'

No, no, no.

Michael gave me a confused smile as he left with the other students but I couldn't even remember how to get up so I stayed glued to my seat waiting for something to happen.

Mr Matthews shut the door and I frowned, he's up to something again.

'How's your week been Veronica?'

'Fine.'

'Good, did you miss me.'

'I've had classes with you almost every day.'

He moved to stand in front of me, 'I missed our alone time.'

I didn't.

He took my hand and pulled it towards him so I had to stand up, 'You shouldn't hide yourself under that baggy hoodie. Take it off.'

I shook my head quickly.

'Do it or I might just deduct some of your marks for this semester.'

'What!?'

'You're not paying attention in class, anyone would believe it. So, unzip the hoodie and take it off.'

I had to grit my teeth and demand my body to move before I was able to take off the jacket and place it on the desk next to me. I was left wearing my shorts and a loose blue tee shirt with small stars down the side.

He put his pointer finger on the star nearest my hip and smiled, moving his finger up from star to star until his fingers grazed just under my breast.

'You shouldn't be doing that.' I said.

'I think I should.' He leaned forward and kissed me making me freeze, I couldn't get my body to pull away but I couldn't respond to the kiss either. It was like I was in shock but still aware of what was happening.

'Kiss me!' He demanded when I still hadn't moved.

'I can't.' I muttered.

Suddenly Mr Matthews shoved me hard, I wasn't expecting it and ended up falling backwards against a desk. The edge of the desk hit my lower back and I yelped in pain sliding to the floor.

He stepped forward to help me up, a worried look on his face, 'I didn't mean to-'

I scrambled to my feet and backed away, 'Can I go?'

'Sure.' I reached for my hoodie, 'Leave that.'

'What?'

'Leave the hoodie.'

I spun on my heel and rushed out of the class and along the hallway until I found a girl's bathroom. As soon as I was in a stall I collapsed against the wall and slid to the floor feeling tears pour down my face.

No one's ever had power over me like that, I've always stood up for myself and gotten what I want when I want. I've never been so helpless.