Teacher's Pet

Chapter 5:

Katie Fox POV:

Sat down on the freezing cold bench, at the bus shelter, I watched as each of my breaths were visible, among the dark skies of the night, forming small but expanding grey-white clouds. I had been storming internally, all the way here, for the last fifteen minutes. Trying to calm myself, I took notice of the serene silence around me and looked at the cloudless night sky and the stars embedded within, small beams of light escaping the pitch-blackness.

Breathing on them, I vigorously rubbed my hands together, yearning for the warmth that might come from it, attempting to counter the frosty air that bit at me. With no one around, it became easier for my shoulders to un-tense and my entire body to begin to relax. Suddenly, shouting noises erupted from around the corner, causing me to let out a small yelp of fear and my heart to begin racing, again, threatening to escape my chest. Looking around, frantically, I realised it was just a group of drunken, disorderly teenage boys, probably back from a wild house party, no doubt.

Just as I began to wonder if my heart would ever get the chance to go back to a normal pulse rate, I heard the loud rumble of the engine, followed by the bright orange capital letters on the front of the bus I had been waiting for and it felt like a miracle.

Waiting for the bus to come to a halt in front of me, I clambered onto the vehicle, scanning my bus pass and giving the driver a curt nod, signalling my thanks for his prompt arrival. I gingerly made my way to the nearest seat and leant my head against the window, thinking over the events of the night, that had just ensued.

My mind turned to Alec. First, to the question of why he seemed to care so much, when he didn't even know me. That's a bit weird for a gang leader, isn't it? Then jumping to the way he said my name in Russian, "Katya," and the way it seemed to just roll off his tongue and perfectly soft, plump, rosy lips. And my God that body! Though I tried, desperately, not to, I thought about his perfectly sculpted shoulders that peeked out from his black, short-sleeve t-shirt and the tight pectoral muscles that bulged from underneath it; the way his tall frame towered over mine by at least 5 inches; the way his jade green eyes pierced mine and the way they turned darker when he saw I was hurt; the way his perfectly straight, black hair just slightly covered one eye and emphasised his sharp facial features. Okay, enough, I thought, shaking my head to rid my mind from the filth tangent my thoughts were turning into.

I let out a deep sigh, watching the town blur past me as I travelled the bus route, back home. Returning from dreamworld, back to reality, I realised the bus was coming to my stop. Shooting my arm out to press the bus stop button, I pulled myself to a standing position and waited for the bus to come to a gradual halt. Thanking the driver, I headed towards my house, which was just two doors down from the bus shelter. I gulped as I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. At first I passed it off as the cold but something felt very wrong and I had this overwhelming feeling like I was being watched. Turning on my heel, I stopped to look around, certain that I'd catch someone staring at me from a short distance, but alas I saw nothing and accepted that I was losing my mind.

Walking up the small drive, to my front door, I took a deep breath before slowly turning the handle to the front door, that I knew my dad wouldn't have thought to lock, at all, and slipped into the house. Going into sleuth mode, I tip-toed up the stairs as quietly as possible, not even breathing until I reached the safety of my room and locked the door. Letting out a deep breath, I got tomorrow's outfit ready, for school, put my phone on charge and flopped onto my bed, preparing to suffer another crappy day, all over again, tomorrow. But just as my eyelids became heavy and I was about to drift off into a dreamless slumber, my phone vibrated, alerting me to a text message.

A feeling of confusion flooded my system, as I wondered who would have even thought to message me at this hour - or at all, actually. Picking up my phone and getting past the lock screen, I noticed the text message notification was from an unknown number. Fear started to set in, my heart pounding, but taking a deep breath, I opened the message:

Sleep well, Katya. We will see each other again soon.

Alec?! How the hell did he get my number? I never gave out my number to anyone unless absolutely necessary, and right at this moment, my veins were pumping with pure fear. Who am I kidding? the guy is a gang leader, he has connections everywhere! I thought, I bet he got one of his creepy gangsters to hack into somewhere and find out my phone number, didn't he? What if he comes after me - oh, wait...

And exactly at this moment I realised I'd been a total idiot : he got my number from Jason, didn't he?

But realising this came with a whole set of other questions, like 'Why would Jason give Alec, the Russian-American gang leader, my number?' or 'Why would Alec, the Russian-American gang leader even want my number?' But I couldn't even begin to get through the whole host of questions, swirling through my brain, before tiredness took hold of my body and sleep took over.