That's Mr. Finn to You || Caleb Finn (re-editing)

3. "Tag, You're It"

Caty Jones' POV:

The first week of College is officially done with. I'm beginning the second week of college. I went to bed at 11:30 which is when I normally go to sleep but I woke up at 6:21 this morning. I decided to get a canvas and paint Mr. Finn. So, I draw the outlines of him and then certain spots that would need to be blended to make it more realistic. I check the time to see it's already 8:15a.m. I decide to clean myself up and leave the room I was painting. I shower and get ready for school.

I decided on Light washed high-waist jean shorts that don't break dress code. I wear a black t-shirt and decide on bringing a pink hoodie just in case I get chilly in one of the classrooms. More specifically Mr. Finn's class. I roll my eyes at the thought of Mr. Finn... I decide to let my hair air dry and bring a hair tie with me. As I grab my keys, bag, wallet, and phone. I decide to buy an Orange Juice at the gas station with a honey bun. I drive to school being ten minutes early but, I head to my art class anyways.

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His hands on my waist. Me sitting on his desk enjoying him kissing my neck aggressively. My legs wrapping around his torso wanting more of -

"Miss Jones!" I hear disturbing me out of my thoughts of ... never mind. I look to see all eyes on me including Mr. Finn. He smirks then has a sly grin on his face.

"Mind sharing what your daydream was about?" He crosses his arms against his chest with a smile that screamed 'trouble' all over it. I swallow the lump in my throat.

"No, sir. Just questioning why you aren't proceeding with the lecture," The class was surprised with my snarky comment. But, I mean... Why was he paying attention to me? Mr. Finn's face grew pale and I chuckled slightly amused by his reaction.

"Okay, since we have five minutes left! I'll hand everyone back there tests! That are in the grade-book," He walks around handing everyone their tests back. When I get mine back I furrowed my brows puzzled by the letter written on my paper. I always got a 90 or higher. What the-

"Alright class! Chapter two will be done this Friday and our test will be on Monday!" Some of the students in the class groan but exit anyways. I pack up last taking my time because I'm not in a rush. Once I'm packed up I sling my bag over my shoulder I walk to his desk slamming my test down.

"Excuse me sir but, I'm not understanding why I'm the only one in class that got a 72 percent. When everyone got a 89 or higher?" I ask. He turns his leather chair to see I'm right in front of him now. I imagined what would happen if I sat on his lap and placed my lips against his-

"Maybe you're not studying hard enough. Or ... the attitude you've given me this past week," He says. I glare at him knowing this is illegal to do.

"Giving me poor grades because of my attitude? Really? You assigned me homework three nights in a row and I asked to extend-"

"If you fall behind schedule you'll be struggling yourself. I've seen over a hundred or more kids drop my class because they can't handle it-" I interrupted him shaking my head.

"Are you sure it's because you're not an arrogant ass who doesn't like to make college kids lives worse-"

"Do not speak to me this way in my classroom, Ms. Jones!" He and I were barely centimeters apart. The way he was towered over me made my stomach churn. I think he sensed it too... The electricity. "We can speak about ways to make up the grade on Friday night."

"Okay..." I took in a deep breath. He moves away from me adjusting his nice button-up shirt. He had a belt on and nice dress pants. I felt the lump forming so I swallow it down.

"Have a good evening, Ms. Jones," He says before sitting back in his seat turning to his computer. I grab my test heading down the hall exiting his classroom.

I shove everything into the passenger side as I plug my phone in listening to Melanie Martinez's album CryBaby turning up the volume exiting campus gettin some food.

When "Tag, You're It" plays on my thing after getting some McDonald's.

Let Me Take you for a joy ride

I started moving a little bit to the beat of the song.

Running through the parking lot
He chased me and he wouldn't stop
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Grab my hand and push me down
Took the words right out my mouth
Tag, You're it, Tag, Tag, You're it

The next thing I knew. I was finally home. I noticed Cass' car was still here. My eyes widen in shock as I grab my stuff, killed the engine, running inside. I drop all my stuff on the kitchen table running to the bathroom.

No, no, no, no! No! The bathroom door was locked and I didn't like the sound of it. I, somehow managed to get into the bathroom. A pill bottle was empty and her wrists were bleeding a lot. She was sitting against the wall with a puddle of blood around her. I check the bottle. Xanny.

I run back into the kitchen grabbing my phone calling the ambulance. They arrived here in a matter of ten minutes.

Running through the parking lot
He chased me and he wouldn't stop
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Grab my hand and push me down
Took the words right out of my mouth
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

"Alexa, stop! ... Cassandra! It'll be okay! I promise," I exclaim even though she was still out. I grab my keys, phone, and food. Riding the ambulance with her. We were rushed to the hospital very quickly.

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"Cassandra Lowe," The Doctor says. Her older brother and I stand up. He waves us to follow him so we do. He looks like he's in his thirties ... Not too old, not too young. He's certainly taller than me.
Once we get to her room we stood outside of the door.

"Is she alright?" Her older brother had asked.

"She woke up just an hour ago... Mr. Lowe we think she was attacked. She has bruises on her body... her vaginal area is damaged, and we did find Xanny in her system. She also harmed herself," My eyes widen with everything he's told us. What even -

"I don't think we'll let her leave until Saturday... But, you both can visit her," We thank the doctor then go inside. She's awake just tears were running down her face.

"Are you alright, Cass?" I ask. I know she's my roommate but, I've known who she was since high school. I was concerned about her health.

"He ... He came up behind me ... drugged me. The next I knew he ... He-"

"You don't have to explain it to us," I tell her. Cass nods as she hugs her brother tightly. Yeah, sounds like a sexual assault. I run my hand through my hair not knowing what to do. She literally almost committed something she couldn't redo.

I called in for school saying I wouldn't be attending due to a 'family' emergency tomorrow. Looks like I won't be seeing Mr. Finn till Wednesday or Thursday.