The Switch (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 3: Vigilante

Song: Bad - Michael Jackson 

I feel suddenly nervous when the third period bell rings. I look up at the intercom where the sound comes from and silently curse it. I don't want to have third period today. Can't we just skip over it?

The only choice I have now is to go to creative writing. I don't want to be around freshmen for an hour but it's better than being alone with Elizabeth for an hour.

If I just stay away from her, maybe I'll get over it. I'll find a boy that makes me happy and I'll forget all about Elizabeth. Maybe there's a cute junior in creative writing. I've never been attracted to someone younger than me but maybe today is the day I find my soulmate.

I place my bag on my shoulder and follow Kali out of the library. She looks back at me with a smile and slows her pace so I can catch up with her.

"Hey. How's your new creative writing class?" She asks me to begin a conversation. I look away from her, avoiding her eyes. What am I supposed to say, I haven't even set foot in that class yet.

"It's awesome! I like it a lot more than French." I lie. The last part has some truth though. Even if it's filled with immature 14 year olds, it's better than French.

"I'm glad. I'll see you at lunch." She waves goodbye as I begin walking upstairs. I smile at her but on the inside, I'm worried.

I'm dreading going to this class. Maybe I should just ditch, I've done it before loads of times. Why not now?

Either way, I open the door to the class and look around. Just as I suspected, the elderly teacher is talking about some random story they're supposed to write.

I sit down in a desk near the door and pull out a notebook. I write down a few notes about what needs to be in the story and begin writing.

"Make sure you have a prompt from outside of class. You may not use one I have given you this semester." The teacher finalises while walking back to her desk.

I watch her sit down slowly and roll my eyes. She's like 80 years old how is she still a full blown teacher. I mean I've seen substitutes that old but damn, she's an actual teacher!

Thinking of teachers makes my mind wander to Elizabeth. I wonder what she's doing. Probably actually getting work done now that I'm not there hogging all her attention. I should be happy that I'm not with her right now, it's good for both of us. Especially me.

If anyone in this school found out that I am attracted to a woman, I would be dead. If anyone found out that the woman I am attracted to is a teacher, she's be dead.

I don't know what I was thinking actually going for that kiss. There's no way anything could work between us. If I stayed with her at lunch, I'd lose my friends. If I stayed with her after school, my parents would be suspicious. There's no way. I need to wrap my head around that. I just can't fall for her. That's why I have to be in this class. No matter how many freshmen boys are in here.

Speaking of which, I look around and notice everyone talking loudly. I rest my chin on my knuckles as my elbow sits on the desk. I look at the teacher and notice her rubbing her temples. Alright that's it. I'm stepping in and using my senior status to help this old lady.

"Hey!" I yell over them, standing up. They all turn quickly to me and quiet down. Damn, I must've sounded like an administrator. "What the hell is wrong with you guys?" My eyebrows connect in anger.

"Are you Xena?" The teacher asks me from behind the desk. I look at her and nod. She sighs.

"Hey. Hey." I get the underclass students' attention again. "I'm a senior. Do you want me going around telling everyone how stupid you guys are?" I look each of them in the eyes, trying to intimidate them. "I know some of you, Sarah." I say the most generic name so my lie seems more believable. I notice one girl lower her head so I smirk and step closer to her. "Yeah I'll tell the whole school how you disrespect the teachers. Then you'll see who's laughing." I threaten them and laugh just to get my point across.