Like a Moth to a Flame

Chapter 4

Marlee looked at as if she had a murder plan ready for me in her head. I gulped. I know I shouldn't fear her, but the look in her eyes tell I said something wrong. The whole class looked at me with wide eyes. Some people looked back and forth from Marlee and I. "You may take your seat now. Thank you Daisy," Mrs. Brown told me.

I nodded and practically ran back to my seat. I looked down at my desk, admiring the glossy surface of the dark chestnut wood. Whisper's came from her side of the classroom. "Alright class, settle down, please," Mrs. Brown spoke from the front of the class. "We'll spend the rest of the period working on your origin story for the superhero you made up in class the other day. Remember, it's due on Wednesday day."

With that, Mrs. Brown sat down at her desk and started reading what looked like a historical romance novel. I never would've thought that she would be the type of person to read those types of books. She looks more like a person who would read sci-fi. I open my notebook and grab my pen, and start writing. By the time class ends, I have filled two pages of my notebook with the origin story of Capitan X.

I close my notebook shut, wanting to finish my origin story tonight. I cram my stuff in my backpack and hightail it out of the classroom. The halls are filled with students and noises of laughter and talking. I make my way down the hall with my head down, not wanting to draw attention to myself. The halls smell of cleaning supplies and BO. As I'm making my way down the hallway to math, I suddenly get shoved against the white brick wall.

The person has their hand around my neck, squeezing tightly. The nails digging into my the skin and flesh of neck. I look up to see that the owner of the hand is Marlee. Why am I not surprised? I try to grab her hand off my neck with my own hands, but she grabbed both hands with her free one and gripped them like a vise. I tried to fight her off, but it was useless. She was way stronger than me. "Are you coming onto to me or something, Marlee?" I asked her in a teasing tone.

She tightened her grip on my neck, choking me a little. Only this was a guy, I thought to myself. "No, you ugly bitch," she spat in my face. "Then what do you want, Marlee?" I ask her, wanting this to be over. Her breath reeks of her breakfast this morning. "I want you to leave Oakley alone. Don't you ever go near him. He's mine," she told me, her eyes, balls of anger. Someone is a little possessive. "Well, I can't do that, sorry. He is my roommate," I say matter-of-factly.

She opens her mouth to speak again but is interrupted by a voice coming from behind her. "What are you doing, Ms. Green?" says the voice. I look up to see it's a teacher. I breathe a sigh of relief. Marlee immediately drops her hands from my body. She spins around and starts twirling her hair around her finger and bats her eyelashes flirtingly. "I was just giving Daisy here a necklace, Mr. Johnson," she said innocently. That lying ass bitch. Mr. Johnson just stares at her like a pervert, looking her up and down several times before realizing that I was still there.

"Daisy, I think you should head to class now," he tells me. That's all it takes for me to fast walk away. When I look back, Mr. Johnson is touching Marlee's waist, bringing her into his room. That's disgusting. Instead of going to class, I head to the bathroom and analyze the damage done on my neck. I have a hand shape bruise forming already.

Exhausted from today's events, I head back to my dorm to go to sleep. Sleeping takes all my troubles away temporarily, which is nice. I know I will probably get in trouble for skipping class and doing it on my first day, but at this point I couldn't care less. This is going to be a long six years.