bitchcraft//fillie

Chapter Three

"Miss Whithers?" Millie inquired as soon as she approached her algebra two teacher's desk with a bit of reluctance, as the woman with silver hair bunched back into an up-do ponytail glanced up from writing notes against her agenda, while Millie's combat boots squeaked from her adjustment of her feet. Her soft fingers glide along the edge of the wooden desk, not making eye-contact with the adult in front of her.

She sincerely did feel distressed for the way that she talked to her yesterday in front of the entire class, even though she did it solely for her own satisfaction. That was the thing with Millie. Sometimes, when she said or did something mean to get people's approval, she felt bad once it was done and over with, but it always depended on the situation.

When she was in fifth grade, she pinched a female classmate on the arm as hard as she could to get her peers to notice. The pinch was so hard and deep that the girl who she did it to had to go to the nurse because it was so painful. That time, she had no remorse.

But now, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

"What is it, Miss Brown?" Miss Whithers retorted with impatience, as Millie removed her fingers from touching the free space of the desk that wasn't covered with papers or various office supplies. "Look...I just wanted to apologize for yesterday, for embarrassing and insulting you." Millie admitted softly before she then looked into her emerald green eyes, as the teacher then nodded with understanding.

"All is forgiven. But if you do something that insensitive and malicious again, then you won't be in my class anymore. I'll have your counselor transfer you to another teacher. Do we understand each other?" She asked with seriousness, as Millie just stood there quietly with a slight nod of her head before she readjusted the uneven straps of her backpack against her shoulders, walking away from the desk and towards the back of the classroom to take her seat.

"Mills, you're back in here already? I thought for sure that you'd be in deep shit for a couple of days for pulling what you did yesterday." Gaten admitted with a laugh, as he then scooted his large blue backpack closer towards the four metal legs of his desk to allow Millie room to squeeze into hers directly beside him. "I kind of am in deep shit. Three days of after-school detention for me." Millie fake smiled to insinuate her annoyance, as he barely exhaled a chuckle before she plopped down into her seat, smoothing down her black skater skirt with a matching black blouse.

Gaten befriended her one day in the eighth grade. She'd been sent down to the principal's office for her usual antics, and so had he for unleashing his pet snake into the classroom of his English class to scare his teacher who was known for having a phobia of reptiles. The teacher knew it was Gaten who did it because he was always pulling gags whenever he was given the chance. While they were sitting in the main office to await their punishment, they started conversing and instantly had a connection. And ever since that day, they've been great friends.

"Come on, three days isn't so bad. You've had more than that." Gaten attempted to sugar coat her punishment to make her feel better, as she just shrugged in agreement before extending her left arm down to grab her folder full of algebra two assignments tucked inside and a type 2 wooden pencil out of her open backpack.

"Anyway, can you go to the movies this weekend? Caleb's grounded and Noah has to go out of town." Gaten questioned his only friend who is indeed a girl under his breath due to Miss Whithers standing up to approach the front of the classroom to begin the lesson, as Millie displayed a look of repulsion at the two names that tended to come out of Gaten's mouth often.