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His eyes darken at the sound of my husky voice, and he leans forward. “You ready?” Levi asks, barging in.
When I would have fallen on my arse, Banner catches my arms, helping me to my feet. I blush, stepping away as I grab my bag.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I tell Levi, before facing Banner. His face is a hard mask, glaring at Levi, but when he sees me, his expressions softens, and he smiles. “I’ll see you later?”
“Yep. I’ll wait outside, ready for when you finish.”
When I step out of the room, my stomach sinks, dread filling me. I glance over my shoulder, torn, something inside of me screaming at me to stay. I ignore it, shaking away the shiver running down my spine, and head out the door, not looking back again.
*** *** ***
If I thought life was going to give me a break, I was dead wrong. I prayed Mr. Flint wouldn’t be here all day, but my prayers went unanswered when I found him leaning on his desk, looking at me smugly when I walked through the door.
He’s passed me a few times during class, brushing his fingers along the back of my neck. I clutched the phone in my hand, wanting to call Banner to come get me. The only thing stopping me is wanting Mr. Flint fired. After Wednesday, I don’t think Becky and I are the only girls he’s harassed.
We still have ten minutes before class is due to finish. When Mr. Flint walks down the aisle towards the front of the class, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He clears his throat to get everyone’s attention, and I jump a little in my seat, feeling on edge when his gaze meets mine.
“Since you’ve accomplished a lot tonight, I’ll let you guys go home early. If anyone has any questions, feel free to email me. You can leave,” he says, dismissing the class.
Thinking that means I’m off the hook, I grab my bag, sticking my phone in my pocket. I’m walking behind the others when Mr. Flint steps in front of me, blocking my path and giving me a smug smile. I look over his shoulder, seeing Becky looking worriedly at me just outside the door.
He turns to see who I’m staring at, his eyes narrowing into slits, and I use the opportunity to press record on my phone. He walks over to the door, placing one hand on it. “Goodbye, Becky,” he calls calmly, shutting it in her face.
I watch her face pale through the tiny window in the door, feeling panic rise in my throat when she moves away. I pray she doesn’t go far, a sliver of fear worming its way through my veins when he turns to glare at me, his expression making me take a step back.
“Were you thinking of leaving?”
A flash of yellow passes the window, and I instantly relax. I straighten my spine defiantly as I answer him. “I thought I could go, since you were letting the class leave early.”
“You thought wrong,” he bites out, stepping closer. “When I tell you to be somewhere, you be there.”
Who the hell does he think he is?
“Step away,” I warn him, holding my hand up, surprised it’s not shaking—like I am inside.
He smirks eerily. “Do I make you nervous, Emma?”
I flinch when he reaches out, swirling a lock of my hair around his finger. “You’re a very beautiful girl… until you open that mouth of yours.” He drops my hair, his eyes raking up and down my body. I cringe, looking away.
“Did you want to go over my coursework or can I go?” I ask, not comfortable with our plan anymore. It doesn’t feel safe, especially when I don’t see Becky near the door.
“I had something different in mind. I’ve seen you watching me,” he says softly.
“I’m going. And for the record, I wasn’t watching you for the reasons you’re thinking. I like to keep an eye on the predator in the room.”
He laughs in my face. I step around him, heading for the door, but his grip on my arm stops me. I wince when his fingers dig in, and I know they’re going to leave a bruise.
“Don’t touch me,” I snap shakily, shoving his hand off my arm.
He grins, a look of pure joy passing over his face as his hand goes to my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just pushes me back until I’m forced up against the wall next to the door. My eyes widen as I begin to shake, closing them when memories of Darren come rising to the surface.
Not now.
Please, God, not now.
The visions are gone when I open my eyes, breathing heavily. I grab his wrist, yanking it down. He releases his grip on me, watching me smugly. When I try to move out of his way, he steps with me, his body blocking me. He looks like he’s enjoying it, his eyes sparkling.
Just like a hunter after his prey.
