Tempted Fate |18+ (Ménage)✔

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"Be careful what you wish for..."

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I can't remember if I'm no longer dreaming, or if I'm still trapped within those nightmares and maybe this is all just wishful thinking.

I assume I'm in the realm of the living and my so-called wonderful life as Mr. Callender once again asks, "Ms. Rosewood?"

Oh, yes how could I have forgotten.

My vision snaps back to reality and I take a quick glance around and eye my fellow senior classmates who are either whispering or just staring at me with curiosity. It's not the first time that I've completely spaced out during English class and more than likely, it won't be the last. No, this isn't your average daydreaming...that I can handle...it's just something much more...

I clear my throat and reply, "I'm sorry Mr. Callender, I'm not quite all here...could you please repeat the question?"

A couple giggles ensue and fill the back left corner of the classroom and I catch our star quarterback, Lonny muttering under his breath to the swim captain, Vivian, "When is she ever all here?"

I don't say anything, there's absolutely no reason to. Fighting makes it worse and I'd only be setting myself up for a jumping on my walk home from school. I've learned to just stay quiet and bow my head, I don't want any confrontation if it can be avoided. Instead, I see Mr. Callender's deep green eyes flicker in the direction of the side commentators, a silence passing over them knowing that detention could possibly be in their near future.

Once his eyes return to me, standing just behind his desk at the front of the class, he again informs me of the question...well...more of a learning tool and then asking a question in regards to it, "We just learned how to translate Shakespeare lines into modern text," I sigh as his gaze falls for a brief moment to the pages of the book, Romeo and Juliet. When he places a finger just under the line he must have asked me to translate, his eyes lift from the page and he mentions, "Act two, scene one. Paris' line: Younger than she the happy mothers made. Please translate to modern text."

Working memory...

My own eyes fall to the book laying open in front of me set aside on my desk. I lean forward just a bit and cross my ankles beneath the chair. This is something so easy, something all of us should have been able to do for as Mr. Callender mentioned, we did just learn this type of tool and it should be fresh in my mind.

Where is my mind?

I pull my lips into a tight line, focusing on the words. All I can read is exactly what he said, Paris' original line.

I just...

No...I can't.

"Ms. Rosewood?" It's Mr. Callender's voice ringing in my ears though he is situated at the front of the class. Questions...too many questions...

My hands clutch the sides of my head, desperately attempting to remember, but I can't. Frustration takes over and I raise my head to say, "I'm sorry...I don't know."

With a roll of her eyes, Vivian snorts with amusement and I feel my face burning and I'm sure it's a similar shade to that of a tomato.

"Ms. Sanchez, get out of my classroom and make your way to the detention hall," Mr. Callender is quick to abruptly cease her snickering in the corner with Lonny. Her eyes narrow at him and I see out of the corner of my eye her shoot me a nasty glare before slamming her hands down on her desk and rising out of her chair. She begins to gather her books and snatches her purse from off the chair backing when she is done. Her heels echoed off the flooring and without another word, the door bangs shut behind her.