Bullies With Benefits

PART 25

I've never been called by a teacher before,
privately- that is. It's always after classes when
my classmates are packing up or when I'm with
the principal and my parents, talking about my
future plans of college and being named as the
Valedictorian of this school but this is the first
time I've ever been called to meet with Mrs. Heather privately, she walked up to me during lunch and asked if I could stay after school and being the sweet student that I am, I said yes.

But now that I'm standing in front of the door to
her classroom, I feel a sweat drip down the base
of my neck and I shudder, biting my lower lip
anxiously because I don't know what lies beyond this door.

Did I talk bad about Mrs. Heather? No, never she
actually loves me. So why?

Before I could knock, the door's already being
opened by Mrs. Heather herself and she flashes me an elderly smile, her cheeks crinkling in all the ages she has been using to smile with them. Stepping back, she guides me into the room andI nervously adjust the ropes of my back pack as I slide in and smile back at her.

"You wanted to see me?" I ask her, tilting my head to the side.

She grins and nods her head, reaching her hand
out to gesture me to one of the seat's in the front
row, near her main desk. We slowly walk to our
designated seats, and as I slide unto my seat, I'm
starting to wonder who belongs to the one beside me.

"Hello Ms. Sinclair, you and I both know youre
my star student." She starts off coolly, fixing the
disarranged papers on her table. I smile and beam at her, feeling flattered. "Well-
uhh -thank you, I guess." I reply shyly, scratching
the back of my neck.

She chuckles and intertwines her fingers together, leaning her chin on top of the closed hands. "And do you know who my worst student would be?" she asks, quirking an eyebrow.

I frown and shake my head. I've never thought of that before and wait-who were my classmates again?

Mrs. Heather teaches Zoology, study of animals-and to other schools they don't exist but in Nevermore High, it does--it's weird because it's also a requirement.

"No--I don't know actually" I mumble, narrowing my eyes on her as I try to remember who my classmates were again.

This was one of my favorite classes soI didn't
bother thinking about making friends with
anyone.

She shifts on her seat and checks the time,
scowling. "That girl, always late I should send her to detention."

Pouting, I lean forward and cup my ear. "Who?"

My questions are answered when the door
behind us slams open then slams shut, in entering Wednesday with the biggest scowl on her face, glaring right back at us with fiery black eyes. She dumps her bag on the floor and drops her butt on the seat, crossing her arms together as she snarls at Mrs. Heather and after a second of silence, stands up abruptly and points at the teacher menacingly.

And as soon as she does this, my eyes widen in shock because Wednesday sure has big balls to do that to a teacher-an elderly one too.

"You." she hisses, spitting out some saliva as she
continues to stare at the old teacher. "You-you-bitch" Wednesday spits out, making me gasp as I cover my mouth and bite my inner cheek.

How could she just-

"Ms. Addams, watch your words that's your second warning." Mrs. Heather says back coolly, reaching down for her specks, and Wednesday doesn't stop her hard glare on her. "And I suggest you change the look in your eyes before I make things worse." She threatens, making Wednesday grit her teeth even more, clearly pissed off.