"What is your name, blondie?" The teacher stands only a foot away from me.
Her eyes examining me, studying me, as if I'm one of her finds. Once warm orbs finish their judgment a sly smirk falls upon her face. I can't help but notice the scar on the top lip. "E-Emma Swan." My name stumbles out of my mouth causing a slight chuckle out of the brunette.
"Well Ms.Swan, in my class you speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?" She raises one of her eyebrows in triumph.
"I was only being polite." I respond only causing the grin on her face soon falls and her face becomes cold, unreadable.
The teacher steps even closer as her eyes violently scan me once again. "You were not spoken to Ms.Swan, therefore, you do not speak."
"You just spoke to me Dr.Mills." I pull my shoulders back and hold my ground.
Moments go by and all that's happened is the older woman's temper has skyrocketed. Her breath quicker, her fists clenched and her jaw visibly straining from being pressed together tightly. The brunette's eyes never leave mine, not backing down. "Ms.Swan you're dismissed from my class. You're not allowed back until you pass our first quiz."
"How am i sup-"
"You're a smart girl. Figure it out. Goodbye Ms.Swan and good luck." She quickly turns her attention back to the class, quite frankly leaving me dumbfounded.
I give a quick glance at my friend at the back of the class only to find her shocked just as much. With my anger only rising I rush out of the classroom. That brunette really knows how to strike a nerve. The way she thinks she can control me. Running my hands furiously through my hair. How could she talk to me that way? She doesn't even know me. Once I reach the building doors I slam them open and being to run. I just run. My mind slowly clears and I soon being to stress over my new problem. How am I going to pass that test without being in class? Sure I can copy off of Ariel's note but she barely pays attention so I'd pass by 1 point if I left it to just her chicken scratch of handwriting. Thoughts run through my head like flashes of light until one sticks. If I can't learn in class I'll learn after. Quickly looking down at my phone to see how much time I had till first lecture was over.
12:30am
Okay I have two and a half hours. I stand up and begin to jog to my dorm. I'm going to have to charm my way into her tutoring classes, only way I'll pass. Knowing the professor, she wouldn't take anything under an A- from me right now. Once I reach my dorm door I go to turn the handle but I'm met face to face with a furious brunette. "How'd you get in here already?? I wanted that bed blondie!" The little brats face nearly fuming.
"I guess daddy never told you no. Class started an hour ago." I push my way past the frail young woman.
"Then why are you here?" She closes the door behind her and leans against her bed.
"I got kicked out. I don't have time for this I have to figure something out." Once I reach my white washed drawers I open one of them in desperate attempt to find one of the dresses my mom forced me to bring.
I know a dress isn't exactly the best attempt at getting into that tutoring class, but studies show a feminine female comes off as unthreatening. Though the womanly doctor did have a way of terrifying and intriguing you all at once. "Wow. I thought you were like a teachers pet or something? Well, I'm going to meet Graham." The young woman walks out of the room as if she wouldn't survive a moment longer in it.
Okay. Now what to do..?
