The Abductor

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Happy 3rd day of New Year's! x

5.

As I was not listening to anything that Mr. Gooney, our white-haired biology teacher, was saying, I was doodling on my notebook with my chin on my palm and somewhere in the middle of the purple ink chaos that was my poor attempt at drawing, Cooper’s name was written, and I was darkening it more when Mr. Gooney’s muffled voice suddenly faded because two knocks on the door interrupted it and the sound of the doorknob turning and the door slamming against the wall as a police officer invited himself inside our classroom followed. 

The scene only made me look up once before I continued darkening Cooper’s name.

Mr. Gooney let out an annoyed sigh, obviously finding it offensive that he got interrupted in the middle of his boring lecture. “What can I do for you, officer?”

Even though I was not looking, I can still see that the said officer put both of his hands on his belt, gripping it almost tightly as his eyes scanned the room, not looking at Mr. Gooney.

I was darkening the letter ‘r’ when he answered our biology teacher’s question. “Is there a Theodora Hunter in this room?” I slowly looked up as I heard my full name being said, partly because I know that I had heard that goddamned British accent before.

And of course, every single eye in the classroom were now staring at me, including the police offer because the moment I looked up, he was already staring at me with a dirty, teasing smile.

I can feel that everyone’s waiting for me to make a move, and Mr. Gooney is impatiently staring at me through his eyeglasses that was almost falling at the tip of his pointy noise.

“Well, c’mon, lass,” Fatty said after a while of me just staring back and forth at him and at Mr. Gooney.

I puffed out my chest and let out a heavy sigh as I lazily put the cap back on my pen, closed my notebook, put it both inside my bag, closed the zipper, hang the strap of it on my shoulder, and let out another sigh, standing up and walking past Mr. Gooney who looked like he was gonna shit himself because of boredom at the slowness of my movements.

I smiled sarcastically at Fatty, stopping just before I could walk past him by the door. “It’s Teddy, you obese wanker.” Okay, my British accent could use some more work but whatever.

“You really should learn some bits of manners there, young lady.” Fatty said after he closed our classroom door shut and was walking beside me to the principal’s office.

Oh God, he’s so fat I can almost feel the earth shaking every time he takes a step. I didn’t say anything in hopes that he would shut up until we get to the principal’s office. But, unfortunately, he didn’t. “What’d you really do, missy?”

“What.” I said casually, really not wanting to have this conversation he’s trying to have with me, and not looking at him as he turned to the right, the principal’s office in sight.

“The diner, of course, what else? You and your friends seem like to be in a lot of trouble, yeah?”

I rolled my eyes and let myself in the office, mentally sighing in relief because we were surrounded by other people and not only the two of us. And by people I mean the ones I was with the night I got laid by my long-time crush and then got in jail for apparently destroying some diner.

“See what I mean, Albert?” Principal Stones said to Fatty as I slumped on the chair in between Marie and Courtney, sighing once again. Jack and Patrick were seated across us. Looking as bored as we were. “They all look like zombies.”