Mr.SexyFreak

Ch.12: "Mr.Reed?..How about Mr.Psycopath?

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Samantha's POV

Mr. Hawkins, or Jonathan Hawkins as it is his complete name, is the only uncle that I have. Well, at least the only uncle that I know of.

My mom was named Mary Jane Miller. And before you think, "hmm I've heard that name before"...you're right. My grandma died after giving birth to my mom. Before passing away, she told my grandpa that she wanted her daughter to be named Mary Jane. Why? Simple. Spider Man.

Grandma loved Spider Man. My mom used to tell me the story of how grandma's heart was won by my grandpa, Billy. Aparently, he knew how much my grandma, Abbey, loved Spider Man, and so, at a costume party he dressed up just like Spider Man to impress her. And you can bet he did. They got married and mom was put in the picture.

After grandma died, grandpa Billy raised my mom alone, until he died when I was eight years old; two years before my parents died.

I used to have mom tell me their story every night. She used to say that someday I would have someone that could care about me enough, as to dress himself as my favorite superhero to make me fall, who would care for me and wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with me. Now, I wasn't so sure about it, considering how many people have left me.

Anyhow, Grandpa Billy and Grandma Abbey had another child apart from my mom. A boy, named Jonathan. Also called Mr. Hawkins; the director of New Yorkean High School.

"Oh, she's just growing up, sir. It's all a matter of behavior. She will learn, I'm sure of it."

Besides the fact that my heart was about to explote just from hearing Mr. SexyFreak say that, I was more confused than ever for his use of words.

I was scared to say at least. When my eyes caught his, he was already staring at me with that stare. A stare that said, "You and me have unfinished business."

What business, though? I didn't want to know.

I gulped. His eyes inmediately traveled from my eyes to my mouth, to my throat. He smirked. I just wanted to punch him.

And no. My dear uncle didn't notice this either.

But, what did he just said? Behavior? What about beharior? I know how to behave. Duh.

"Why are you frowning? I should be frowning not you, Samantha. What should I do with you?"

I pursed my lips.

"Love me because I'm your only niece. Forget about this, um, pleasing maybe messy evening, and be sure my graduation will be awesome tomorrow."

He rolled his eyes.

"Alright Samantha. We'll leave this behind BUT, only because I have other important STUFF to deal with."

I glanced swiftly at Mr.SexyFreak, with hope of not getting noticed by him, and was surprised to see him not paying any attention to me. He was distracted looking at his phone with a frown on his face. Looks like I'm not the only one.

He lifted his head to adress at my uncle and I inmediately looked away towards the window at the side of the office. I just hope he didn't see me.

"Sir, we have, uh, we have a problem."

He showed him something on his phone and my uncle's face changed.

I observed at him confused; his expression showed strange, like if what he saw frightened him.

"Uncle?" I asked him frowning. Again.

Both of them looked at me and in a fraction of a second their faces wiped out. The frown left Mr.SexyFreak's visage and it softened. Just like me watching a cute puppy. It felt weird to be stared at. Not even Jack did it this way. Just thinking about that jerk made me want to throw up.