a bug on my face, which I doubt.
"Who did that?" he angrily asks. I’m getting whiplash from this guy. One moment he is annoyed at my existence, the next he doesn’t want me hurt.
"It's nothing," I reply.
"It is, and you need to get them back before they believe you are nothing but a baby, and they carry on that shit," he warns me.
"You're a teacher, aren't you meant to tell me you'll speak to them if I tell you who they are?" I ask. “Not suggest more violence?”
"I'm not your babysitter, and what can I say? I'm not a good fucking teacher," he says, pulling the door shut behind him and storming off down the corridor.
"I think you better run after him," Sera suggests, and I widen my eyes before turning around and running after Mr. Morganach as he heads outside. He walks straight down the steps before stopping and looking back at me as I walk down the dozens of steps, and I'm out of breath when I get to his side.
"That tires you out . . . seriously?" he sourly asks.
"Sorry, I missed step class as a kid," I reply, which only seems to infuriate him more.
"We have a two-mile run, and if you don't keep up, I won't be impressed," he warns me.
"Why do you hate me so fucking much?" I ask.
"Because you are going to die from your inexperience and naive nature. If I don't kill you, you are bound to piss someone else off and they will," he remarks. “As for why I care, I really don’t know, and it is pissing me off just as much.”
"Then help me learn how not to be inexperienced and naive," I reply.
"I am. I said I would help you, and I fucking will, but I'm not spending all morning chatting to you. First, we build up your lacking core strength and stamina, and then we work on ability."
"I did self-defence—" I stop as he laughs. A full-bodied, deep and sexy as sin laugh. I shiver as he stops and starts jogging away.
"At least you're funny, baby." He is such an asshole. I jog to catch up with him, and I choose to stay just behind him as we run down a path to the fence and then start running alongside it past the Hellers guarding the other side. Seems they aren't worried about us escaping, but they are worried about something else getting in. We keep a good pace to the end of the fence near the cliff, and then he turns around and makes us run all the way back. We do this four times, and on the fifth time, I stop halfway, sucking in deep breaths as I wipe the sweat off my face and away from my eyes.
Can my eyes sweat? I'm pretty sure they are right now.
"Why did you stop?" Mr. Morganach asks me, storming right up to me and grabbing my shoulders. I look up at him as he breathes heavily, his green eyes once again taking up that stormy, fire-burning colour I really like.
Even if it scares me.
"I can't run anymore. I need a break and a drink," I say, and he narrows his eyes, shoving me away. I trip backward, slamming onto the ground. I lift my arm, feeling the tiny cuts from the gravel as Mr. Morganach stands over me.
"You're pathetic. Don't bother coming back tomorrow if you need a break." For the first time, his words actually hurt as I sit up and watch him walk away.
"Here, that should do," Sera says as she finishes bandaging my arm after helping me wash all the gravel from the cuts. I don't meet her eyes as I take the clothes into the bathroom and get changed into the uniform of this place—a tight white top that does little to hide my boobs, and small blue and black thatched skirt that falls to my mid-thigh. I leave my hair down and stare at myself for a second.
My parents went to this school, they could have even had this room for all I know, and they didn't tell me any of it.
Why?
I asked about their past many times, and why we didn't have any other family. They told me they were both foster kids and met in college. It was all bullshit because they must have met here. I don’t even know if they had any family I should to be aware of. Why all the lies? I get even more confused when