Teacher's Pet

VI

Mollie

That Monday I woke up to the alarm on my phone blaring. It was 6:30 A.M. when I rolled out of bed to get a shower. Stretching my muscles made my stiff joints pop. I tossed and turned all night, unable to fall asleep until sometime after midnight. My nerves got the best of me even though I was looking forward to classes.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and turned the hot water on in the shower. While it was heating up, I sat my new white skirt along with a purple sweater on my bed so I wouldn't have to rummage through my closet after my shower. I threw my pajamas in the laundry hamper, and stepped inside the sliding glass door.

It had fogged up from the steam coming off the water, but I didn't mind the heat. My muscles relaxed under the flowing shower head, each droplet of water cascading down my body. The heat opened my pores, allowing me to clean my skin and have a flawless complexion. I scrubbed the rose shampoo into my hair, and its scent quickly filled the washroom.

The pink, plastic loofah was rough against my skin, but I made sure to scrub every inch of my body clean. When I reached behind me to wash my back, I remembered how Mr. Thomas's hand had felt. So gentle as though it was caressing my back, until we passed that boy. I couldn't help but wonder what his name was. He pulled me closer to him, almost possessively. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I felt my cheeks heat, even underneath the hot water.

Soon enough, I was out of the shower and dried within half an hour. I threw my clothes on, brushed my teeth, and fixed my hair and makeup. My backpack was ready to go with my books and supplies, so I just needed to grab it before heading down stairs. My stomach dropped a little bit once I realized my mother wouldn't be in the kitchen to take my picture for my first day. I supposed that most college students would've fought their mothers on that, but doing that everyday for the past twelve years kind of stuck me in a pattern. I did, however, smell food sizzling from the kitchen.

When I rounded the corner, Mr. Thomas had his back towards me as he stood in front of the stove. He was dressed in grey dress pants and a white button up shirt, with a dish towel thrown over one shoulder. I stood there, shifting my weight from foot to foot, unsure of whether I should announce that I'm leaving or not. He slid some bacon and scrambled eggs onto a plate from the skillet, and turned for the table.

"Good morning, Mollie. I didn't hear you come down. Would you like some breakfast?" He greeted me.

"Oh, n-no thank you. I ne-eed to head out," I explained my first class was in about an hour. He insisted I took something with me to go, so I settled for an apple and a bottle of water. After saying goodbye, I walked out the front door towards my car.

The drive to school was alright, but it was rough trying to find an empty space in the commuter parking lot. Even with getting here a little early, I still had to park in the farthest end from campus. Jeez, are all of these kids rich? The cars surrounding mine made mine look like a bucket of rust and bolts. The black Rolls-Royce next to me must've been freshly waxed, considering I could see my reflection on the hood.

According to my schedule, my First Year Seminar class with Dr. Kimberly Powell was at 8:00 A.M. and then I had Introduction to Biology with Dr. Christopher Sorenson at 9:45 A.M. Considering I was a Biology student, I was more than excited to take that class. I had emailed my professors over summer, and already had the syllabi printed and placed in their respective folders. The building of Language and Fine Arts was on the south end of campus, so I kept a steady pace to get there early.

Thankfully, there was an empty seat still available at the front of the lecture hall. I sat right in front of the whiteboard, so I could take organized notes. Dr. Powell was a short, stout woman. Her raven hair was wild with its curls poking out of her ponytail. Her smile, however, was reassuring given that most of us students were nervous for the first day.

"Good morning!" She cheered, her rosy cheeks took up most of the room on her face when she smiled. "Welcome to FYS-110. I am Dr. Kimberly Powell," she wrote on the board, "but you can call me Dr. Kim if you'd like." She continued with introductions and then the syllabus.

This class seemed rather easy, with only one paper per book we would read, three exams, and a final presentation. I heard some groans of complaints coming from my neighboring classmates, when Dr. Powell mentioned the first book we would be reading, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I had read that book in high school, and I loved it. This is going to be great, I thought once she began to pass the books around.

My worries washed away after my first class. Once we were dismissed, I placed the book in my backpack, took out my schedule and made my way to the building for Science and Mathematics. Just as I was walking passed the cafeteria, my stomach growled. I should've had an actual breakfast, I thought regretfully. It was only 9:25 A.M. so I still had twenty minutes before my next class. The line at Starbucks only had one person, so I decided to stop there. I have enough time, I thought as I waited. I only ordered a blueberry muffin and an iced caramel latte to hold me off until lunch.

Soon enough, I was tapping my foot and checking my watch repeatedly as the minutes ticked by. I was about ready to leave it be and run to class, when the barista placed my order on the counter. "Thanks" I mumbled and handed her my money. I had five minutes left to make it. I shoved the muffin into my backpack and rushed to class.

I probably looked ridiculous nearly running to the Science building. People craned their necks to watch me zip by, and shouted some choice words when I bumped into them. "I'm sorry!" I replied without looking back. The building was cold and smelled of cleaner and chemicals. It was hard to find room 113, but after asking someone who looked like a professor for directions, he guided me there.

The door was already closed, but I cracked it open slowly, hoping I could sneak into the back without Dr. Sorenson noticing. His back was towards the class as he wrote on the chalkboard, but when he turned around, my stomach dropped.

"Miss Williams," Mr. Thomas said while looking at his watch, "if you could take your seat." He said curtly.

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