I didn’t see Delilah, Tom and Suzanne until lunch. I hadn’t seen them since breaking up for the Christmas break. I had avoided all contact with them since I heard about Harry’s accident. They knew briefly what was going on… with him. But not the rest. They couldn’t know anything, not that I would know how to explain it anyway.

I could see that they thought I was acting… not my normal self. I think they assumed it’s because of the ‘Harry situation’. I felt guilty; as much as I wanted to worry about my old friend, my damn art teacher, who I was starting to think was pure evil, wouldn’t leave my mind.

While my friends were talking, I saw Gerard walk into the cafeteria. I wanted to cry. I wanted it to all be a horrible, horrible nightmare.

I continued to stare at him and his eyes eventually found mine. For the second time that day, he didn’t look at me with hate. To be honest, he didn’t really look at me with any sort of emotion. I just wanted to stand up and scream at him demanding he tell me what his problem was. I noticed that he was wearing his watch again… I had to look away; it made me feel sick.

If there was anything I should be doing, it’s going to the police. He’s a teacher and I’m a student – an underage student. Everything he did wasn’t right. He needed to be fired from his job, and he needed to be locked away somewhere… Or at the very least, seeing a professional who could help with his damn issues.

As tempting as it was to go to the police, it would ruin any chance I have at finding out what he was hiding. I needed to just get through this…

“Sam, are you okay? Are you still worried about Harry?” Tom asked. I could see the worry in his eyes and it made me feel guilty again. As I hadn’t really spoken to Tom since the Christmas break, we hadn’t had a chance to talk about our kiss, not that I had really thought about it.

I just nodded, “Yeah. Fine.” And didn’t really say anymore. I needed to shake any horrible feeling off of me, and move past it. Unless I wanted my friends to find out everything, I needed to start acting normal again.

I sat the rest of the lunch break in silence, trying to seem interested in my friends’ conversation. Finally, it was time to go to our next class, with Suzanne saying, “I’m gonna have to rush off to Chemistry, I don’t wanna be late!”

And it was then that it hit me. What Suzanne had just said had brought me back to reality, and I remembered that something wasn’t right – “I don’t wanna be late!” I did the math in my head and I felt my heart thump hard in my chest. This can’t be happening.

I’m sure it was very unlikely, but things were not adding up right. It’s been over two weeks since sleeping with Gerard, and now there was a slight possibility that I could be pregnant.