Molly and the new teacher

I was never the kind of girl you liked to see.Always the outcast wherever I went,I was rejected.Judged.Made out to be a freak girl.And why?Because I dressed different?Because I prefered black nail polish and the guitar over pink sweaters and pep rallys? Yes,that must be it.In my small town,you are shunned if your different.You are hot gossip if you so much as think differently.I never said it was fair,but hey,thats life,nothing ever is fair.
Today is the first day of my last year of high school.And to everyones suprise,I will graduate in June.As long as I could remember,people had always suspected the worst from me.My parents always made bets on which year I would finally drop out of school.Teachers always put me down,always made me out to be stupid.When i'm not.They know it,they just didn't want to beleive it I guess.I hate it here.Everyones so close minded.Everyone that comes near me is afraid to say anything,afraid to ask my name,afraid to be my friend.It kills me to be this way.To be so..unwanted.But I can't do anything about it.So why the hell should it matter?
I wake up much earlier then I wanted to and get dressed.Black knee lengthed skirt,purple and black corset,fishnet stockings and huge combat boots.I look in the mirror,my pale skin almost glows.My way to skinny body looks like it would shatter just by poking it.Then I fix my hair.Midnight black I like to call it,I brush threw it a couple of times before shoving it in front of my way to big blue eyes.I apply my make-up carfully.Its so difficult to use black lipstick and eyeshadow without making it look weird,but I manage to do it everyday.I take one last look in my mirror and frown.Why go through all this trouble if I still feel so ugly.I shrug it off and grab my car keys.
I step into my beat up hippie van,put the keys in the ignition and drive to school.I pull out a ciggarette and light it up,inhaling deeply.Ah,my sanity.Without smoking,i'd probaly be one of those kids who goes insane and shoots up the school.Thank god for nicotine.As I pull into the student parking lot I see a swarm of students talking and laughing,catching up,talking about summer flings,and all the major partys that I wasn't invited to.I put my ciggarette out and hop out of the van,slamming the door with a loud thud.People stare at me as I walk,I'm use to it,but I still don't like it.I make my way to my first period.Senior english with the new teacher Mr.Bryan.
As I step into the classroom Mr.Bryan is writing on the chalk board,he doesn't notice i'm here.I take a seat in the back,looking at him while he writes.He looks more like a rock star then a teacher.Long black hair pulled into the ponytail the school board probaly makes him wear,black jeans and a white dress shirt.When he turns around,his eyes widend.I look down at my desk,ignoring his judgmental stares.I look up for just a second,and he looks like he was about to say something,but he doesn't.That's when about 20 other students rush into the classroom,Mr.Bryan continues to stare at me,his dark eyes sqinting,as if he was looking for something.Finally he looks at the other students and speaks.
"welcome seniors,i'm Mr.Bryan,as you all know,i'm new here,so I was thinking,today we could play a little game".Everyones eyes lit up when he said that,anything to get out of the stupid lectures we get every year.He sits down on his desk and explains what were doing "since I don't know any of you,how about we go around the room,state our names,say something about yourself,and tell me who your favorite writer is,i'll go first".He walks up to the chalk board and smiles at us "my name is Alexander Bryan,i'm 25 years old,and just moved here from tacoma.I like to write,and play music,and obviously teach,my favorite writer is Robert Frost".
I turn my brain off while the other students tell our new teacher who they are,i'm sure half of them don't even like to read or write.Someone tapping my shoulder snaps me back to reality,Mr.Bryan smilles "I beleive its your turn".I look into his eyes while I speak "my name is Molly Bram,i'm 18 years old and have lived here my whole life.I like to write,and play the guitar and..." but i'm interupted by some bitch "suck peoples blood at night".I glare at the blonde who said it,then I smile and stand up.
As I walk over to her,everyone stares at me like i'm getting ready to bite her oh so breakable neck right then and there.Insted I stare down at her,I trace my black nails over her neck and smile "if I was you,i'd watch what you say to me,i've never tasted a pretty little girls blood before,but i've always wanted to,so unless you want me to tear your tastey looking neck apart,i'd shut up,got it?".She swollowed hard "y-y-yea,I got it".I laughed out loud and take my seat "where was I? oh yea,my favorite writer is Edgar Allen Poe".Everyone stared at me in shock,except for Mr.Bryan,he looked like he was trying not to laugh.
Just then,the bell rang.I stood up out of my chair and walked twords the door,as I went to leave,Mr.Bryan tells me to stay.I sit down on a desk and look up at him "yes Mr.Bryan?".He smiled at me "I wanted to talk to you about what you just did to that girl,you do realize that was a threat don't you? I mean,you could get suspended for that".I laughed "come on,you heard what she said,i'm sorry,I couldn't resist,she was asking for it".He folded his arms across his chest "well even if so,you shouldn't have done it".I stood up,glaring at him for ruining my fun "is that all Mr.Bryan?".He nodded his head "yes miss.Bram,you can go".
I muttered to myself the whole way to my 2nd period class.I could barley concentrate on the teacher,for I was to busy thinking about 1st period.I didn't understand the looks I had gotten from him.He looked as if he was meeting some famous rock star,so interested in every word I said.It was creepy,but I couldn't help but think it was flattering as well.I mean,how many cute teachers took that much intrest in a student they didn't know?
At lunch I walked through the line slowly,trying to find someone who looked nice enough to let me sit with them.Insted all I found were a bunch of teenagers faces looking at me like I was crazy.I find a table just for me,in the back,away from everyone.
I sit down and pick at my food,I feel a pair of eyes on me,my face turns beet red when I see my english teacher,Mr.Bryan staring at me.He too,is sitting alone.It looks kind of sad.He has head phones in his ears and is downing a red bull like its the last one on earth.
I smile at him from across the room,and he smiles back.I burst out laughing when the red bull he didn't swollow spilled out of his mouth onto the table,he laughed too.We just stared at eachother for the whole time.It was weird,kind of like we were having a conversation without speaking.I've never felt so..so normal in my life.Having fun with someone,even if it was just from a distance.He stands up,waves goodbye,and then disapears to the unknowns of the school.
As I walked to my car,I found myself thinking about that damn english teacher.And the worst part was,I giggled while thinking about him,my face turning red.It's insane.What am I doing?He's my teacher! God dammit...I think I have a crush.