Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
She was a bit taken aback by my answer, and it took her a moment to respond. "Miss Olive, you need to cooperate with Mr. Brinson on this project or you will fail." Did it look like I gave a fuck?
I shrugged. "If I cared about whether or not I failed, do you really think that I would refuse to do this project?" It was a rhetorical question. "My grades don't matter to me.”
I mean, what did it matter if I passed or failed if I was just going to eventually kill myself anyway? Besides, I didn't have time to be worrying about my grades. My days were spent being beaten half to death and trying to restore my strength.
It was honestly a damn miracle I wasn't dead yet as it was.
"I'm sure they matter to your parents." I refrained from snorting. My parents honestly couldn't care less about my grades. "Would you like for me to call your mother and father? I know Mr. and Mrs. Olive would not be happy to hear their daughter doesn't care about her grades."
I sighed and dropped my bag on the floor beside a random desk and sat down in it, my body protesting at the ache that standing up without any kind of support for so long had brought.
What this teacher failed to realize was that my parents wouldn't give the slightest damn. Teachers had tried calling my parents before to get me to do my work, but my dad normally just hung up on them or told them that they were wasting his time. My dad was happy with me as long as he could use me as a punching bag and get pleasure from my body. My mother was happy as long as she wasn't left alone with my dad.
My grades and school honestly didn't mean shit to either of them.
"Call them." I was daring her. Shock lit up her features. "They'll be happy to inform you that you're wasting their precious time."
I looked over at Kaleb. He was angry—livid even. I could tell by his hard facial features, the arms that were crossed over his chest, and his tense muscles.
He had hoped that by coming to the teacher that I would work on this project with him when instead, he actually wasn't getting anything out of it.
"Miss Olive, please just work with Mr. Brinson on this project." She was pleading now, and I could see the defeat in her eyes. "Mr. Brinson is a straight-A student, and he was forced to take this class because of the lack of room in the advanced classes. Please, if you're not going to do any work, at least hang out with Mr. Brinson in or out of school at least twice this week and twice next week so he can get his grade honestly."
The bell rang, and I got up without another word, going to my seat in the back. Kaleb followed me, throwing his stuff down onto the floor and plopping into his seat with a huff before crossing his arms over his broad chest. I could feel his glare burning into my skull, but I kept my attention on the front of the classroom, forcing myself not to reveal how much his anger actually frightened me when he was this close.
"You have to be the most selfish bitch I have ever met." Anger laced his words.
My body tensed at the sound of his anger, but I just continued to ignore him. I breathed in and out slowly through my nose, forcing myself to stay calm.
"Tracey, I need an A in this class. I've got hopes and dreams, even if you don't, so help me, will you?" He was calmer this time, though I could still sense that he was angry with me.
I had hopes and dreams, too—like finally escaping into a peaceful death.
I glared over at him. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I didn't want to do this stupid project and allow him to find anything out about me! It was too damn dangerous for me, and I wasn't too keen on being beaten to the point I was fucking hospitalized for socializing with him.
"What's it going to take to get you to fuck off?" I asked him quietly.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Just hang out with me twice this week; that's all I ask." I opened my mouth to protest, but he hurriedly continued on, not giving me the chance to speak. I clenched my jaw. "It doesn't even have to be outside of school. We could hang out before school or at lunch. Just please, Tracey, I really need this grade.”
I sighed, contemplating his words. It didn't have to be after school. I wouldn't make my life harder on myself by having to defy my parents seeing as I could do this during school hours. I would just have to carefully watch what I said to him to make sure nothing slipped out of my mouth that wasn't supposed to.