You're 18, and have just been given a blank diploma by your high school. In order to fully graduate, you need to take summer classes in the class you failed; math. The problem is your teacher is a slap-happy weirdo, and the rest of the staff isn't a...
Monday came quicker than I would have liked it to. I felt my hand shake as I reached for the door knob. This psycho is going to kill me.
I opened the door, not seeing Baldi. I sighed in relief, but a part of me was also sad. Yes, I found out this man is a murderer, but feelings don't just disappear, as much as I'd like them to.
I made my way to his classroom, pushing the door open. There he was, looking down at his desk. "Good morning, sir." I said as I walked into the classroom. He looked up at me, a bit of confusion on his face. He just nodded and looked back down at his desk. I sat my desk, waiting for him to say something.
Minutes past and he finally looks up. He gives me a small smile. "You've been pretty quiet this morning, ______________. Are you alright?" I just shook my head, not saying anything.
His smile disappeared. He just looked back down at his desk. It's as if there was never anything between us. I sunk into my chair, waiting for him to say anything else. Nothing.
Did we move to fast? I think so. It hasn't even been a month. Maybe he's acting out the way he does to get rid of me. Maybe he doesn't want to be the asshole to break it off, so he's trying to force me to do it. Maybe he never liked me in the first place, and he did it as some sort of sick joke.
"_____________!" His voice brought me back into reality. I looked up at him. "I'm sorry, what?" He had a look of annoyance on his face. "I said there is nothing to be done today. Go home." My heart sank.
I began to stand up, but stopped myself. "Are we ever going to do any actual work? This is my last week here, and I've barely done anything. I would like to pass. That's why I'm here." I didn't realize my nasty tone until I finished speaking. Well shit, he won't like that.
He looked up at me, shocked. "It's... Your last week?" Did he not know? I nodded. He looked back down at his desk, deep in thought. After a few moments, he finally looked up. "You're passing. You're fine. You can go home for the day." Why is he being so awful to me? Before I could stop myself, i slammed my hand down on the desk, and stood up. He looked up at me shocked. "___________, don't slam my desks." He said calmly, but with a rude tone. I've had enough.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! What have I done to deserve the treatment you've been giving me?! I have done nothing to deserve this! Was it the few math problems I got wrong? Did I rush into this with you? Tell me! Stop acting sweet and nice to me, just to turn around and treat me like I'm worthless! You keep switching personalities, I don't even know who the hell you really are!"
I took a deep breath. The look of shock and horror on his face made me realize what I had just said. I grabbed my backpack off the floor. "Have a great day, sir." I turned and made my way to the door.
I began to pull it open, but it slammed back shut. I jumped. I turned to see Baldi standing over me, his hand on the door. He had a crazed look in his eye, but the rest of his face had a sympathetic look. It honestly scared me.
He looked down at me. "_____________, let's just... Go talk." His voice was shaky. I don't trust it, but I don't think I have a choice. I swallowed hard and nodded. He opened the door and we both made our way out of the classroom and down the hall.
I tried not to look up at him, but I could feel his eyes on me. It made me even more nervous than I already was.
We finally made it to the cafeteria. I walked through the doors, him right behind me. We made our way over to our usual table, pushing the lunches to the side. He turned to me, but I just looked down. I was afraid for my life.
"____________." I heard his voice. I took a deep breath, waiting for the worst to happen. I turned to look at him. He had a sad look on his face, tears in the corner of his eyes. In that moment I felt sorry for him. I regret yelling at him. I shouldn't, and I know I shouldn't, but I do.
He placed his hand on my shoulder. "___________, I'm sorry. You shouldn't feel the way you do, especially not at my hand." I sighed. "Then why?" He clamped his lips together, and sighed. "I'm not quite sure. Subconsciously I might be thinking this will push you away enough to keep you safe, although I can clearly see it's not. So, I'm not sure why I do the things I do. I can't control it. I'm sorry."
I could tell he was being sincere. He can't control it? How can I be with a man who might be one person one day, and a completely different person the next. I couldn't think of anything to say. When I finally said something, I regret it.
"Is this weird to you?" He stiffened a bit. "Excuse me?" He looked confused, but luckily not angry. I took a deep breath. "Is this weird? A student dating their teacher. Is this all going to fast? It hasn't even been a month."
His face fell into a sad expression. "No, this isn't strange to me. You're an adult, and you can make your own choices. So, if you feel this is weird or too fast, then you have every right to end it."
His voice was shaky. It wasn't overly shaky, but enough for me to notice. I leaned forward, and rested on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I lazily put my arms around him as well.
"I don't want to leave you, I just want to be happy with you." ______________________________________
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