The priest's daughter

Chapter 4

I wonder if... If I would ever, think about touching myself... Well... I'm thinking about it now...

What's gotten into me lately, ever since last month I've been... Uh... Curious? God!

... Darn it, I'm sorry for using your name in vain... Well is it in vain, I do what an answer god...

"Hey watch it!" I'm suddenly shoved against the corridor wall, I wince slightly and see Taylor, Taylor is tall and athletic, she has braided ginger hair and is a total... Ugh! don't be judgemental! "what's wrong? Too braindead to walk nerd?"

"Uh, no... I'm sorry Taylor, though, you don't have to be so strong-"!? I meant aggressive.

She just chuckled, "thanks twig." she flexed, she's so lame. Though I'm being bullied by her so... Huh, wait am I being judgemental, ugh!?

Say something!!! "I uh, meant aggressive, not uh-"

She chuckles again as I probably blush, "you want me to show you being aggressive?" suddenly, she grabs me by the neck, not putting pressure on my actual throat though.

"No." I'm pathetic... Is that a sin? Self-hatred, why can't I think? is it the choking?

"You're pathetic Mary." can she read my mind! "and for the record, I'm into someone dominant, dominant, not a pathetic skank. 'Kay." she grips the side of my neck tighter and I can feel the blood leaving my brain.

"Yea, sure, g-got it Tay." she smiles patting the side of my face before sauntering off. Half a second later Faye runs up.

"My gosh, you alright Mary?" I nodded and continued walking to class. "I just saw all that, you should totally tell your dad!"

I shrugged, "it's fine."

"Well... Okay?" she pouted, "how are Summer and Jodie?"

"Yea fine."

"It's just they haven't been coming to class?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded speeding up as I saw the sanctuary of the History classroom.

"Are they ill? Or stressed?"

"Yea totally, anyway see ya." I smiled going straight into the class.

I went to sit in my usual seat when the teacher beckoned me over, "Mary, your father wants you to watch over the new girl."

I nod but mutter, "what is she gonna run off?"

She chuckles slightly, "what's gotten into you? Eh, look, you're not far off though... Girl's an orphan, sort of... She's sort of a runaway."

Oh, huh, could be awkward, I'm not exactly a great.. Talker.

I take the seat next to her at the back and she gives me a small smile. I flash my best smile and she goes back to looking down. I might need to work on my smile... Miss Halliday starts each lesson by going over current social issues and I can't help but find it boring a lot of the time.

"I'm.." the new girl coughs clearing her throat before turning her head to me, "I'm Dee."

"Mary. I'm Mary I mean." she smirks, "where you from?"

"Huh?"

"It's the first question that popped into my head."

She pushed some blonde hair behind her ear, "not far from here... You're Mary Greenland?"

"Uh, yes..." what, do I have a reputation as a loser?

"Huh..." what does that mean?!

It's a few minutes of me trying to come up with things to say to her as she sinks back into her fringe.

"Do you-" I choke, I had a question...

"What?"

"Uh, do you know anyone here?" eh, not a terrible question guess.

"Not really, I actually met your dad once... My mom called him a dickhead."

"Oh."

She chuckles, "I'm kidding, she called him a lot more and a lot worse things, she's not exactly the biggest religion person."

"What about your dad?"

"Who knows, seems unlikely though... I uh, never met him." She shrugged nudging her chair a little closer.

"Sorry bout that." I frown, she shrugs again. "so, you religious?"

"Nah, well I'm just not convinced, I mean what makes the bible so special, it's just some old book written by some long-dead guy."

"I suppose I don't believe everything in the bible is valid," I mutter.

She looks shocked, "wow, Mary Greenland isn't a bible worshipping retard?"

"I mean there are things like Timothy 2:11." she gave a dumbfounded look, "oh basically it says that women should never have authority over or teach men."

"Yikes."

"Yea... Then there's just silly things like uh, Leviticus 19:19, that you shouldn't wear clothing made of different fabrics." she chuckled.

We spend the rest of the lesson talking and so I don't know even what the lesson was on, something I've never done before. "hey, um, do you maybe wanna hang out?"

"Uh sure... Why not."