The Teacher's Assistant

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The Teacher's Assistant

Chapter 1: Prologue

I fell head over heals for my English T.A. and he turned out to be a murderer. Yep, the sweet guy with the dimples in both cheeks when he smiled, piercing brown eyes that almost look golden in the right light, and dark brown hair that nearly looked black from the gel he uses is indeed a cold blooded killer. I know, shocker-I thought so too; especially, when he came to kill me.

But I'm getting way too ahead of myself here, let's go back to when I didn't know I was being hunted. Ahh, the good ol' days.

It started out as a regular day for me. I woke up to a partially empty house like I always did. I brushed my teeth and washed my ear-length, dirty-blonde hair in my quick morning shower; got dressed, did my morning metabolism yoga before eating breakfast with my little brother and nanny. As for my mom and dad? They probably stayed the night at the office. But who cares? I sure as hell don't. "Being the mayor is hard work." My dad always said when I brought it up on the rare occasion that they were actually home. My mom just smiles her TV smile and nods her head in agreement. But I don't care anymore; they're dead to me now. I know, harsh. But if you had to deal with your parents never being with you and fake smiles when they were they'd be dead to you too. But that's regular for me:

It's when I got to school that my normal day ended.

I hopped into my baby blue mini cooper, threw my back pack into the passenger's seat and backed out of my incredibly long driveway and into the street. Turning left and down the road to the gate, giving Stan, our gateman, a small smile and wave before sliding on my sunglasses and zooming down the road.

I leaned to the side to get better access to the small button that pulls the hood back and pressed it enjoying the sound of the parts working inside of my car. I turned up the stereo to listen to the CD that was currently playing and relishing in the feeling of excitement that had all of a sudden overtook my body. The high school is a good 3-4 miles away from our gated community and I like to drive in style. Don't judge. I just like the feel of the wind blowing through my hair and the heat from the sun reflecting off of my car and onto my exposed skin then the sound the car makes when I move the stick from drive to park and when the car makes the aftermath jerk from it stopping after going so fast. If my parents did anything right it would be having got me this car.

I turned down the radio and pressed the button to roll my hood back up before grabbing my back pack and hopping out of the car. I didn't make it five steps before I was trampled by my best friend, Roslyn. Or should I say Rosie?

"You know, I really hate you right now." She says leaning against the hood of my car her lips twisted up in a pout.

I laughed, good morning to you too, "I love you too, Rosie." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

She shot me a flat look, "Don't you want to know why?"

"No."

"Because you have the best car ever, and I envy you for that." She points out, ignoring the fact that I denied wanting to hear it. "I have to take the stupid bus just to feel ethical."

I laughed again, "Yeah well that's your fault, I've offered to drive you to school multiple times but it's always the same with you 'I can't do that it would be unethical of me!'" I mocked as I twirled my locker combination.

She sighs, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sometimes I hate my parents for raising me so well." She muses, leaning up against the locker opposite of mine as she watched me pull my English book out of my locker.

"You know what I hate?" I asked her as I closed my locker and then spun the lock a few times before we made our way down the nearly crowded hallway and towards her locker.

"The fact that I can never get a 'Good morning' out of you."

"Yeah, that is weird." She says tapping a perfectly manicured finger to her chin and shrugging her shoulders. I bumped her with my hip and she sighs. "Good Morning Lorelei." She says none too cheerily. I clap. "Whoopty doo dah day. I said it." She says twirling her finger in the air. We stop at her locker and I lean against the locker opposite of hers in a reflection of what she was doing at my locker. Rosie has long, wavy dark brown hair, brown eyes and pink lips. She barely towers over me with my 5'4" height and her 5'6" height.

"God, I hate school." She says just as the bell rings. She pulls out her biology book and then shuts her locker door leaning against it dramatically.

"Oh gosh, you're so dramatic. But we've got to get to class before the second bell; I don't want to be late."

She groaned, "Can't we just stay here a little bit longer? I don't feel like going to class. Besides, you're good at English, what's the rush?"

"You're horrible at Biology." I pointed out.

I grabbed on her hand and began to pull, "Now, come on the tardy bell is going to ring in five minutes."

She groaned again before letting me pull her towards our classes. I barely made it to English, getting there right before the tardy bell rang the class was already full and I had to take a seat in the very middle where Mr. Kirkland always liked to call on students. This was all because Rosie wanted to stop and get water and a bag of chips from the vending machine so she'd have something to eat and drink in biology. Talk about unnecessary?

I plunked down into my chair, setting my back pack down next to me and laying my head in the crook of my arm, waiting for Mr. Kirkland to start lecturing. Right before the second tardy bell rang the door opened and closed again and the room grew eerily quiet, still not enough for me to lift my head up though.

Mr. Kirkland cleared his throat, "Ahh, Mr. Andrews nice to meet you." He said in his deep, annoying voice. I turned my head too see the person in question, but when it wasn't boys shoes but men's whom I came in contact with my head snapped up. Woah, woah, woah, who is he?

"Class, meet Mr. Andrews, our new T.A."

Hold up.