Are You Willing to Trust?

Chapter 17: FREAKY

POV: Dr. Green 

I couldn't remember the last time I had been this furious. I could almost feel the steam coming out of my ears as I storm down the hallway and into my adjoined office with Owen. Opening the door without a care in the world of who might be inside. I quickly slam it shut behind me and lock the door. 

"Sean!" Owen barks trying to get my attention but his voice is more of concern as I stalk over to him and point at his computer. 

"Do we have cameras up in McCoy's office?" A look of confusion glides over Owen's face for a moment and he nods pulling it up quickly on his computer. Taking a look at the computer, I frown as I spot an empty office and run an angry hand through my hair. 

Taking a seat, I force a breath before meeting the concerned grey eyes that seem to always find me. "Angel was just told by one of the girls in her class that as long as she treated the principle and vice principle "right" that they wouldn't give her any problems." As soon as the words slip through my lips I can see the anger light in those grey eyes and he is standing pacing about in our office. 

"Where..." He whispers after a good ten minutes of silence and I glance to his computer then look back to him. 

"If it isn't in his office then it has to be outside of school. We are going to have to follow him." Owen states under his breath and quickly moves to his desk. Watching him pick up his phone, I pick up my own as well and message North to keep an eye on Sang.

POV: Angel

Stepping into the cafeteria, I quickly grab a pre-made sandwich and a juice before moving to stand in line and suddenly a familiar blonde is besides me once more. "So did you enjoy yourself?" She whispers pushing her bouncing curls behind her shoulder and following beside me. Shooting her a confused look, I hand the cafeteria worker my money.  "Don't look so confused silly." Candice states linking her hand in my own. "We all know what goes on when a male teacher keeps a female after class." I hold down a multitude of colorful language as Candice continues guiding me toward a table with a group of males and females all of different social groups. 

"Ah! You hooked a new one Candice?!" One of the boys with brunette hair states his eyes lingering on my chest a bit too long for my comfort but I pretend to ignore it as I sit down besides him. 

"Shut up Brad." Candice states rolling her eyes but a small smirk appears on her face as she bumps shoulders with me. "So...how was he? I think you are one of the first girls he has chosen ...so far. You have to share all the details."  Keeping my expression neutral, I thankfully don't have to answer because instantly the others at the table are focused upon me.

"What?!" The red head across from me exclaims her bright blues wide with both surprise and hunger. "You got the Doctor!?" 

A few of the other's are also shocked but it is Brad's eyes that meet mine and an eerie smirk appears on his face. "Damn I had thought he was gay, but apparently gothic is his thing." Pulling out his phone he begins to text someone and I catch Candice smiling at the others as though she is showing off the newest piece of technology to her friends, me. 

Taking this chance to show a little dominance, I meet those lingering eyes of Brad with a smirk before slowly drawing the zipper to my sweatshirt down my chest teasingly before slowly letting it slip down my shoulders. "Not gothic Brad.... Freaky." Removing my sweatshirt fully, I allow the others to take in the tattoos covering my shoulders that hides the grooving of scars underneath. 

After a few breaths of silence, a huge smile appears on Candice's face. "Damn girl. I knew you were different but man you were holding out." Her finger tips quickly begin to trace out the scars that are hidden under my tattoos and I do my best to pay no mind to it as I take a few bites of my sandwich.  

"Freaky huh?" The words seem to echo through the air for a moment as Brad begins to intrude upon my personal space. Feeling his breath in my ear, I resist the initial gut reaction to punch him in the face and play along, allowing him to get closer to me. "I can do freaky." He states loud enough for the table to hear but that gives me the exact ammo that I need because the red head in front of me can't help but laugh. 

Unable to take the attack on his manly-hood lightly, Brad turns toward the red head and shoots her a glare to shut her up but now she isn't the only one laughing at the table. Taking the distraction of the others, I stand and collect my trash before leaning down and placing a very light and fluttery kiss on Brad's cheek. 

"Don't worry Brad. Freaky has its own acquired taste." I whisper ever so lightly and move toward the garbage cans stationed at the center of the cafeteria. Instantly, it seems as though everyone's eyes are on me but I shrug it off easily throwing out my trash and making my way back to my seat. I however, don't take more than two steps when I find the perverted eyes of Mr. McCoy staring me down. 

Bate taken.