Scarlett
I watched as the boy who had been just terrorized ran away without glancing back. My eyes went to him who stood in front of me like it was a normal thing for a teacher to threaten to kill a student. Then again, it wasn’t normal what we did in the classroom. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I felt the mixed emotions warring inside me. I wanted to shout at him for what he just did and at the same time in the possessive way he had reacted for me, when that boy had been looking at me like he knew what we just did made me want to get closer to him and do it again.
He turned to me, his green eyes cold and calculative, his scar standing out as he asked, “Do you want to go home?”
His question took me aback. And I asked, “What?” He just stayed silent. “I can’t just leave in the
