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Teacher's pet - Melanie Martinez

First-person perspective

- Victoria Lawson -

I wake up at 6:30 am. Still early.

I'm not staying home with my backstabbing bitch of a mum so I take the bus with Matt but we go separate ways when we arrive at school since he needs to talk to a teacher.

Just as I get to the gate, at the same time that sports car drives past. It parks and outcomes Mr Maddens.

Of course, he's rich too.

Though I'm still upset I can't help but stare as he collects his things from his car and then walks towards me.

I panic.

"Good morning Ms Lawson" he greets, still trying to be polite even after yesterday. I take a closer look at his perfect face.

A dark-ish bruise is formed on his cheek.

I find myself analysing it without replying.

"Is there something you would like to ask or..?" He asks.

I jump, "Sorry, what happened to your face? And I'm so sorry for yesterday I was just really upset I didn't mean to be disrespectful".

He smiles but winces to the pain on his cheek, "You shouldn't be sorry for yesterday, you didn't do anything wrong and this was just and complication".

"Just a complication?".

We begin to walk together, "Mhm."

"Alright well... you didn't ice it properly" I spot out.

He looks at me, "What makes you such an expert?".

"I get a lot of injuries, I would know".

"Mhm well then" Mr Maddens continues to walk with me.

"I wanna know more than just a complication," I tell him.

"I don't really think a teacher and student usually tell each other about things that happen in their lives".

I find myself just following him, "Oh well, tell me. I told you about the stuff in my life".

He unlocks the door to G3 and lets me in, I pull a seat over and sit down while he gets ready for the day.

"Tell me" I beg.

"I don't understand why you are so invested to know what happened".

"Because you're my-." I stopped myself from saying what I was about to say, "Because you listened to me I wanna listen to you".

He looks up at me from the stack of paper he was grabbing out of a drawer.

"Alright then, Maybe I can stop you from your rule-breaking" he smiles and I roll my eyes, "Like you have issues with my parents also, they apparently disowned me the first day I started working here" he explains.

"Did they do that to you?" I ask, pointing at his cheek.

He nods, "They came to my house yesterday evening, and my mother slapped me across the face because I was being 'disrespectful', made me sound like a child." He murmured that last part like he was embarrassed by that fact.

Hm sounds familiar.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"I'll get over it".