Angel Oak

Three

Abigail parked out in front of the middle school building and stood along the side of her car with Lauren. Kids ran around the lot looking for their parents and parents stood around bored as if picking up their child was the last thing they wanted to be doing. "There's Mr. Hearst. Do you think he'll recognize me?" Lauren pulled her shirt down ever so slightly in hopes it'd show her cleavage just enough. Abigail shook her head but laughed. She too found Mr. Hearst absolutely panty-dropping. All of the high school girls did. He was a young, single, attractive male. A few tattoos littered his arms and he had just enough muscles.

"I think, even if he did recognize you, you wouldn't have a chance. No one would. He is out of everyone's league." Abigail sighed as she watched him direct a child from his class to her mother. The mother only caring about being able to touch his bicep. Lauren shrugged.

"I think if anyone had a chance, it'd be either you or I. Definitely not one of these cougars. Gosh they can't even keep their paws off of him, how unprofessional!" Abigail giggled and looked at Lauren.

"Says the one who pulled her shirt down. Lauren, you look beautiful. Now, look. There's Mala. With Mr. Hearst. . ." Abigail trailed off as the male got closer to her. Her heart began beating faster. An uneasy and dangerous vibe weighing down on her. Lauren gripped her arm, also feeling something, but not the same thing as Abigail. Lauren felt his authority and it made her jittery. She couldn't remember the last time she was around so much authority unless she counted Lucifer, but she was thirteen and anyone older than her at that time was a God to her. Abigail also felt the authority but it did little to her as it did to Lauren. It was almost like a challenge to her. She felt a need to be the one in charge. Her eyes narrowed and a feeling of dominance forced its way out of her. She couldn't explain why it was happening.

"Mala, how was school?" Abigail bent down to the thirteen-year-old girl's level and pulled her into a hug. Mala was like Thomas and she knew who Abigail was to her, but Thomas had told her to never talk about it. She felt like a princess all because she was being hugged by a goddess. A literal queen. She smiled before hugging her back and letting the fire of her touch soak into her skin.

"It was good! Aside from being bad and chopping my hair, I had an overall good day. Mr. Hearst here taught me how to play the guitar in music class today!" Her smile was wide and she was missing a front tooth. Mala glanced at her teacher who was staring down at Abigail. An uneasy feeling settled in Malas's stomach. Lauren also noticed the intensity of his stare on her best friend. She narrowed her eyes, her gut was uneasy with the man before her now. She decided to get them away as fast as she could. If Lauren felt it, then she knew Abigail had most certainly felt it and Abigail was a ticking time bomb.

"Abbs, are you ready? We have to go and fetch everything for the weekend." Lauren put her hand on Abigail's shoulder bringing her out of her daze. She stood up and grabbed Malas's hand. That same dominant feeling inside her was peeled and it made her head dizzy. She felt powerful, but the dark and dangerous vibe that made her uncomfortable had vanished immediately after her surge.

"Yes, I'm ready. Come on, Mala. You're staying with us for the weekend. Girls night!" Mala felt excitement, but her stomach still didn't feel right. She felt the burning gaze of her teacher as she walked hand in hand with her queen.

The car was started and Mala closed the door as she climbed in staring out the heavily tinted window. Her eyes had not once left her teachers who had still been looking at Abigail in a hunger filled way. It chilled Mala to the bone and she knew it was something she would need to tell Thomas. He would always tell her to tell him what happens with Abigail.

"Mala, what did I tell you?" Thomas looked at his little sister who was bouncing on her heels in anticipation. She was going out for the day with Abigail to go dress shopping for the daddy-daughter dance. Abigail said she was buying the dress for her.