Marshall, You're Not Alone (GxG)

Chapter 7

The fear has overtaken teachers' eyes as those landed on the little fairy glued to my back.

"Amira?!" she yelped and rushed to me, immediately taking the girl into her arms. "W-w-what happened?!" she panicked.

"Um, she just felt bad..." I muttered with pure chaos going through my head. "I got to go!" Quickly turning around, I tried to run but got caught before taking a step.

"If you t-t-think you are g-going anywhere, you are strongly m-mistaken!" she was furious, and her speech impairment didn't make it any less threatening.

I don't think I ever saw this calm, kind woman with so much rage in her eyes.

"Sit on t-the couch, and w-w-wait for me," she ordered while taking her daughter? No - She was way too young, come on.

What was happening, what were the chances?

Shit.

Doing as told I sat down on the dark green sofa and allowed myself to take a look around the room. It was spacious, but cozy, decorated with taste and a touch of elegance. Feeling awkward I just stared at the floor, not wanting to cross the personal space.

"Here," she threw me my shirt as she approached me.

"How did you know it's mine?" I asked while hugging it closely.

She finally smiled and took a seat next to mine. "Amira doesn't wear b-b-black," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Before we get t-t-to our topic, what h-happened to my Mira?"

The calming soft aura this woman was projecting, has always made me feel so safe and loved, even though I knew that wasn't the case, but simply my wishful thinking. Teacher was kind and good, and so I had to be honest with her.

"I think she mixed some weed with alcohol, I just found her like that and brought her home, don't know the details."

Pulling her long brown hair into a ponytail she hid her face in her hands, before sighing heavily. "I see," was all she said.

We sat in silence, she seemed to be processing the entire situation, and so was I. Not in a million years would I expect for her to open these doors.

"Is she your sister or something?" I sought an explanation to this ridiculous situation.

However, she retracted the question. "Didn't know you k-k-knew each other..." she whispered. "She never m-mentioned your name."

"Ouch, but we are best friends!"

She glanced at me somewhat horrified, would it be really that bad for Amira to be my friend?

"Chill, I was joking. We don't, her friend Chris was helping me out with math, we met a couple of times because of that."

Her features relaxed before she continued. "I see, he w-w-was supposed to take care of h-her during this party. Have you s-seen him?" she asked now worried for the brown-headed boy.

Well, he sure didn't do a great job.

"Um... Let's say I took care of that as well. He's fine," I assured awkwardly, avoiding the mention of a fight and dangerous bedroom situation, which made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Thank you, Mars... if s-something were to happen to h-her I-"

Raising my hand I stopped her from going further. "Nothing happened, I promise. She's okay."

With teary eyes, she nodded relieved, and only once she fought off the tears she answered my previous question.

"She's my fiancé's d-daughter."