Chapter8: Rage

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Good morning, Olivia.
5:15 am

AFTER READING THE message, I throw my phone inside my bag and gulp my coffee before leaving.

Exiting the door of my apartment, I quickly scan outside if Jared is there, waiting for me to bother my life but it seems like the day is on me.

Getting on my car, my phone vibrates again and I fear that the message is from him.

Are you heading now? Make sure you have eaten your breakfast. I'll be waiting for you, I love you.
6:00 am

Sweet eh?

Yes, he is-- If Jared is not crazy and aggressive. As days go by, he freaks me that I end up of wanting to leave the school and find another one to continue my job so that I can have a peaceful mind. It's not healthy if he's around, and the most I fright about, it is when. . . Jared has exceeded his limits; we do not know what he can actually do.

After an hour, I've finally reached Wattson High. The guards open the gate for me and I-- on the other hand spot a place where to park. Hopping down on my car, I feel eyes on me, making me to be uncomfortable.

Looking behind, I see Jared staring at me.

He is standing beside a tree and a bench with a book on his hands; students are few because it's too early for them to start their classes.

My heart starts racing because of his look. And it creeps the hell out me the way I think that Jared did stupid things to me; he gives me reasons to avoid him. I cannot blame myself because if I continued being nice on his sight, he would think that I value him, that I have feelings for him too.

Ignoring his presence, I start walking without even glancing at him; as I'm moving my feet on the hallway up to our faculty room, I sense someone is behind-- following

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Ignoring his presence, I start walking without even glancing at him; as I'm moving my feet on the hallway up to our faculty room, I sense someone is behind-- following.

"Good morning Ms. Olivia," says the student who meets me on the area.

I smile at her. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Leto." says her company beside her with some allure and giggles in her voice.

Heaving a sigh, I massage my temple while I'm holding my class records and few lesson references. I know it, it's Mr. Leto who's after me and the hell he doesn't even say any words? He is just there behind, as if he is a damn stalker.

These girls think that this teacher is really attractive, look like an angel, or something- any kind of praise they can give to him. But for me he's not like that, if they only knew.

"Have a nice day and good morning," he answers in a deep, but calm voice.

The students get thrilled about that. When they pass over us, Jared and I are left here in the creepy hallway up to the faculty room. Why it's creepy? Because I'm alone in this area with this madman.

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