Tempted

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I swear I am going to report him, right now! I stomp my way towards Principal Kelly's office close to breathing fire. That man deserves to be fired and banned from teaching! I know it has to be against the rules for a teacher to have a students' cellphone number! I walk into the front office and I can't even fake a smile at Gloria behind the desk. I go straight to Principal Kelly and when I fling open the door my rage boils. There sitting and laughing it up is the bane of my existence, Mr. fucking Clare!

"Oh, Todd you kill me! Good morning Miss Rose fancy seeing you here. Is something the matter? Hey Todd I'm going to take Miss Rose back to my classroom to see if I can get her to tell me what is wrong."

Principal Kelly smiled, "Of course! Miss Rose please follow Mr. Clare. I know he'll take good care of you dear. Now Gloria I am heading off to the conference so all my calls need to be written down."

I am red and possibly steaming from my ears. Mr. Clare is smirking boldly as he dragged my statue of a body out of the front office. When we reached his classroom he shoves me inside and locks the door. I am huffing and finally I snap.

"What the fuck are you doing texting me! I woke up many times to you randomly texting me stupid shit! I need you to research projects, I need you to go purchase a wax melt that doesn't smell like a bakery, you need to sit straighter in class, you look like a future cat lady, I bet you're going to be a virgin until you're 40, and so much other shit that is completely unnecessary! How the hell did you get my fucking number!"

Instead of looking surprised or livid at my cussing outburst he looked bored, which pissed me off more.

"You done bitching, pet?"

  I raise my hand and launch it at his smug devil face. In a flash he has a death grip on my wrist squeezing tightly. I look up at him, and he looks none too pleased. He slammed me against the wall with such force my glasses fell off. He grips my chin tightly and force me to look up into his red face. My face is completely bare to his sight.

"Listen, pet," he spat out his endearment for me like it was unworthy to come passed his lips, "you are my dog. If I tell you to fetch you fucking fetch, and if you ever raise your hand to me again I'll show you who has the worst bite."

To prove his point he leans forward pulls down my shirt and sinks his sharp teeth into the cradle of my neck. I let out a shriek and try in vain to push his large body off of me. He didn't break skin, but it hurt none the less. He pulls back and admires his work. A smirk slips onto his lips.

"Pet, no one will believe you if you say anything. One you're eighteen, two I have pretty little love notes written to me from you, and third my favorite dog is that you-deep down- know you like being treated this way."

He pulled away and tossed my bag at my face and pointed to the door, "Get to class, petite saphir."

I ran like the hounds of hell were after me. Once out I ran straight to the girls bathroom and pulled down my burgundy sweater. And angry red circle of teeth marks. I hate him. I could go to the police, but with those fake love letters it would seem I'm a scorned woman wanting revenge. The only way I could get him caught is if I had concrete evidence: like a recording or picture. He is too clever to allow anyone to witness his harassment of me. What I don't understand is why he has to act that way. I know I am the perfect target though, and I need to change that! I'm the loner girl, that girl obsessed with romance books, that girl that looks like she shops at thrift stores and Grandmas-R-Us.

I wet down a sheet of paper towels and wiped at the bite mark. I pushed on the soap and cleaned the area. After I was satisfied I decided to skip first period and stay hidden in here. I have been dealing with Mr. Clare for the past week and I am perfectly happy that today is Friday. I can honestly say I am kind of scared of the fact that if he got a hold of my cell number then he most likely knows my address.