Patrick Bateman, My Teacher

Week 1, Day 3: Wednesday

{Thought I'd go ahead and publish a chapter anyway to see where it goes. Of course, always relying on the opinion of you guys to let me know if you still like this! Much love<3}

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That night, I wandered back to my dorm in a confused daze and retired straight to bed simply to lay there, deep within my thoughts.

Had I been mishearing things or did Mr Bateman just call me, his student, beautiful and say he could take advantage of me? Maybe my French was rusty and I misunderstood. Yes, that had to be the most logical answer.

When I heard Alison enter our room, I forced my breathing to appear heavy to convince her I was sleeping. Eventually, my snoozing facade had tricked even me into drifting off into a deep sleep.

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Morning came and I awoke to my alarm, reality taking a few moments to kick in until I suddenly remembered yesterday's strange events.

Turning my alarm off, I glanced over at Alison who was snoring lightly with her leg enclosed over her duvet in a hug. I gently shoved her and she startled awake, groaning at the harsh light.

"We have another English lesson", I sang happily to her, knowing that she loved English.

This seemed to wake her up as she bolted up and enthusiastically began preparing herself for the day.

Once we were both ready, we ventured to our English lesson. Alison was eager, but I was still feeling a little uneasy about Mr Bateman speaking French to me yesterday.

As Mr Bateman held the door open and welcomed the class in, I noticed him watching me out of the corner of my eye as I walked past him and avoided any form of eye contact.

I sat down on my usual seat next to Alison and got my book out, determined just to focus on learning and nothing else.

"Morning everyone", Mr Bateman shut the door behind him once everybody was seated and presented himself in front of the class, "For our second English lesson, we will be starting a little bit of literature today. I'd like to begin by asking everybody in the class who their favourite author is and their favourote book".

A lot of people worryingly stated they had never read a book, to which Mr Bateman dismissed them with blatant irritance. One girl suggestively said her favourite was Fifty Shades of Grey, but upon being asked who the author was, froze with embarrassment. One kid, whether he was attempting to be funny or serious, claimed his favourite author was God and his favourite book the Bible.

Eventually, it got round to me and Mr Bateman watched me with those inquisitive, intrigued eyes just the way he always did.

"Stephen King, no question", I answered without thought, "And my favourite book would have to be The Green Mile. Or Misery. Or Apt Pupil which is severely underrated".

Some guy nearby shouted out "nerd!" which was followed by laughter.

"Out", Mr Bateman ordered emotionlessly, and when the guy looked around unsure he snapped, "Get out. Now".

He slanted miserably out of the room with a few of his friends laughing at him.

"What are you favourite parts about these books, Chelsea?" Mr Bateman folded his arms and leant back against his desk with interest.

"Um...I suppose I like the way he describes people", I replied awkwardly, "The way he really makes you connect with the characters".

"So in The Green Mile", Mr Bateman started, "You sympathised with the murderers?"