I'm Not Mad [Discontinued]

part 24

Starting Over

For the next few days I stayed in the hospital once they found that I was well enough to go home. I wasn't able to walk on my own completely yet, so for the time being I have to use a wheel chair. It's okay up until I think about my dead friends that I cannot seem to remember and just burst into tears. Most days I would just sit in my room staring out my window or just read a book seeing as I cannot make my way up and down the stairs without Max to help me. If I got hungry he would make me something to eat; he's actually quite the chef.

When the doctor asked me if I could remember anything I technically lied. I don't know why I lied but something was telling me to keep it to myself. The "dream" with the zombies and such...was it even real or was it just a dream after all? I don't remember all of it, I just remember being chased by this brunette bimbo who was scary as hell! But that's all I remember...I know there is more to it but something is telling me I shouldn't press on about it.

"Claire? I'm going to run out for a bit but I'll be back in an hour or so. Will you be fine on your own until I get back?" Max called through the other side of the door.

The sound of his voice sent butterflies fluttering in my abdomen. "Yeah, I guess." I said loud enough for him to hear. I wonder where he's going? Oh well, I didn't even bother to ask, probably going to get groceries or something.

Finally, when Monday rolled around I had this need to get out of the house and back in school. Max thinks it's too soon but the sooner the better. He finally warmed up to it but only if he could drive me. I doubt I'll be back behind the wheel for a while with Max around, I did after all total my car from the accident. I didn't bother to argue back, what's the point? I mean, I would rather him take me anywhere any day as long as I'm not behind the wheel.

We pulled up to the school and I hopped out, just before I closed the door Max said he would be picking me up after school as well. I nodded as I slipped the hood from my zip-up jacket over my head. I decided to go casual today since wearing pajamas to school is a dress-code violation. I went with some black sweats, a black tank top, black and white converse and a black jacket with my hair down in waves. Turning around making my way into the entrance, Max pulled away leaving me with all eyes upon me from the school and faculty staring at me as if they had seen a ghost.

I walked through the sea of people as if I was Moses. Keeping my head down and the hood of my jacket covering my eyes, keeping myself from looking up into their eyes seeing pity, curiosity, disgust, or all the above. When I finally make it to the front office to get my class schedule I don't hesitate and just head on to first period. I walk into the classroom door as soon as the bell rings.

'Maybe this was a bad idea,' I thought to myself as all my peers eyes were on me. Shit. I try my best to not make eye contact with any of them as I walk down the first isle eyeing the very last seat that was empty.

"Good morning class-" the teacher says cheerfully as I make my way to an empty seat in the back. "Ah I see we have a new student." I sit down in my chair and look up. "Why don't you introduce yourself?" He smiled at me and for some reason sent a cold chill down my spine.

"Mr. Josie that's Claire Guthrie," someone from the front row half whispered to him but I could still hear as well as the rest of the students murmurs as they would look my way. The sound of the clipboard that Mr. Josie had in his hand preparing himself for roll calls crashed to the floor causing me to jump slightly.

"Miss G-Guthrie?" Mr. Josie stuttered out.

"Yes?" I gave him this look like he just caught me smoking on school grounds.

"I-I didn't expect you to come back," something about his voice made my stomach do this flip...in a good way.

"Neither did I," his gaze upon me was intense, so intense that I needed to look down at my desk and count from ten backwards so the blush would disappear from my cheeks. Wait why am I even-

Mr. Josie cleared his throat while pulling out a box from under his desk. "Okay, then today we're going to be reading Hamlet." The entire class groaned, except myself since I am such a nerd but I love to read. Since I had woken up in the hospital I have been none stop reading, maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

I smiled...mentally.

When we were given the opportunity to read out loud I didn't hesitate, shooting my hand up in the air hoping that Mr. Josie would pick me. I nearly squealed with joy when he ended up picking me but not before his jaw dropped while staring at me with two heads, as well as the rest of the class. I'm such a nerd! It makes me wonder though, was I like this before? Guessing by their shocked reactions I'm guessing, no. I shook the thought to the back of my mind and began reading.

I had no idea where the time went when the bell rang signally for the next class, I mentally pouted as I closed my book. "Alright class we'll pick up where we left off tomorrow but this time I need more volunteers to read aloud and not just Miss Guthrie," he winked at me with a smirk that sent my heart pounding. As all the students scurried out of the room and I was just about to make it out of the door Mr. Josie called my name. "Can I talk to you for a moment?" He asked. I nodded making my way over. "I'm glad to see you back in school, if you need help catching up on the work you missed you're more than welcome to ask me for help," he smiled as he continued. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I mumbled.

He frowned. "Claire if any of the students give you a hard time don't hesitate to tell me okay? I won't tolerate it." I chewed on my bottom lip, nodding. "Alright I'll see you tomorrow," I nodded once more before I turned around and left.

I hastened down the hallway to second period as my thoughts and heart was racing about my teacher. He's your teacher Claire! You're his student! Don't. Even. Think. About. It.

Okay, maybe I can but doesn't mean I'll act on it. I just got back in school I don't want to get kicked out for just having the hots for my teacher. I cannot be kicked out for that! Wait, why am I contemplating about this any how?

I'm more damaged than I thought...I'm going mad for being infatuated with my hot English teacher, and I just got out of the hospital from a nearly fatal car accident and just finding out my friends who I don't even remember all that well had also died...

Maybe coming back to school was a bad idea after all?



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