Page 56 of Ivy's Venom

“You need to pull over right now.” I scream at her, no longer able to keep up with my calm facade.

She laughs maniacally and shakes her head, “why Ivy?”

“Why what?” I grip onto the door as she pulls a U-turn.

“Why have you been doing all this stuff with me? Kissing me and touching me?”

“Because you are beautiful!” I exclaim.

“So, I’m just a pretty face?” Then she snorts and we’re flying around another sharp turn. “If only my daddy knew that all his warnings would be for a girl and not a guy.”

Her head tips back and she laughs, the car swinging into the oncoming traffic lane. Thank god there’s no traffic this late at night.

“Watch the road!” I grab the wheel and bring us back into the proper lane. “Pull over Charlotte before you do something you will regret.”

“I already regret so much!” She screams. “I regret coming to Whitsborough, I regret the pills, and I regret you!”

That last one stings because Charlotte has been my best friend since we’ve been in diapers. I try to tell myself that she’s angry and they’re just words but I can feel the anger rolling off of her.

“You can’t mean that.” My voice sounds small and I feel like I am once again losing someone I love.

“There’s a thin line between love and hate, Ivy.”

I fucking hate Mondays so fucking much. It doesn’t help that I barely slept last night and these dreams of Charlotte are getting more consistent. Digging myself out of the hole after each one is so fucking difficult.

The day drags on and then math takes the fucking cherry off the cake.

“Ivy,” Mr. O’Connor calls me. “Did you hand in your work from this weekend?”

He is sitting at his desk and the room is quiet, everyone turning to look at me curiously. I’m the girl that ignores everyone and I’m rarely called upon by teachers.

“Sure did.” I answer. What the fuck is wrong with him? He saw me hand it in.

“I don’t have it here.” He states and I screw up my face in confusion.

“It has to be there.” I counter.

“See me after class, Miss Greene.”

That’s his plan? Hide my work so I have to stay late after? Is he that desperate to fuck his student? Whatever.

I lay my head on the wooden top of my desk and wait for the end of the day bell, I need to get out of here.

When the bell finally rings, I wait patiently for the asshole to make his move, and then I can turn him the fuck down.

A few minutes after the last student leaves, he’s still sitting at his desk, and I slap the wood on mine.

“What is going on?” I lose my patience. “I handed in my shit and you know it!”

The classroom door opens and Mr. Pratt from Phys-Ed comes into the room. He leans over Mr. O’Connor’s desk and kisses him passionately. What the fuck is happening?

“Ivy looks confused.” Mr. O’Connor states.

“Why am I here?” I ask

“I thought I would introduce you to my partner.” Mr. O'Connor says.

Suddenly, I’m feeling scared and cornered and it reminds me of Dean. They must see the look on my face because they try to backtrack.

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