Duality: Vol 1, Melancholia (A New Adult Paranormal Romance) by Elle Casey

of his classes.  A goody-goody from the sounds of it, since she never got detention.  It wasn’t that difficult to get in my experience.  I’d probably know her as one of the girls who wanted nothing to do with me.  A truly happy person.  That made me mad, to think they were going to take some happy girl and mess with her somehow.
    “Well, find that out, too.  I don’t want any surprises.”
    “I got it handled.  Just relax, all right?”  The student sounded annoyed.
    “Impossible,” said the teacher, angry now.  “Do you have any idea the pressure I’m under?”
    “Yeah.  The same pressure I am.”
    “It’s not the same for you.  You can make mistakes.  I can’t.”
    “No one can make mistakes.  Don’t fool yourself, old man.”
    Old man?  What teacher lets a student get away with that?
    “Just see that you get her alone and to me.  I’ll take it from there.”
    “I can check her out without your help, you know.”  The student sounded offended.
    “Are you sure you want to be the one to submit the report?”  The teacher paused before delivering his condescending response.  “No, I didn’t think so.  Just get her to me, and we’ll work on her together.  I supervise, though.  Deal?”
    “Deal.”
    My legs were seriously cramped, and I really wanted to stand up a little and get a look at them.  I shifted to the right, thinking I’d lift my eyes up over the top of the stall, but I accidentally banged my knee into the toilet paper dispenser.  I froze in a squatting position.
    “What was that?” asked the teacher.  His voice shifted into an angry whisper.  “Didn’t you check in here before we came in?”
    Footsteps moved closer to my stall.  They hesitated once, twice, and then a third time.  Now one of the guys was standing outside the door of the stall I was in.  I could see his Vans, the toes just peeking under the edge.  One of them slid back and came off the floor a little as he leaned over and looked under the door.
    “There’s nobody in there.  I checked under all of them.”  The Vans disappeared.
    If he’d just put his head a little closer to the bottom of the door, he would have seen me in here.  I wondered what they would have done if he had.  I shuddered at the idea.  I had a strong feeling it wouldn’t have been anything good.
    When the student returned to his meeting, the teacher said, “You can’t just check under them, idiot.  You have to open them.”
    “Jesus.  Paranoid aren’t you?”  The student was obviously annoyed at being ordered around.
    The first door banged open.
    My blood pressure sky-rocketed.
    Then the second door banged open.  It rattled the dividing wall between my stall and the next.
    The third door banged open.  It sounded like he was using his fist to punch them back.
    The bell rang.
    Shoes hesitated in front of the stall next to me.
    The sounds of students filling the hallway reached my ears and my blood pressure evened out.  I caught myself about to exhale loudly in relief.
    “Dammit, I have to go,” said the teacher.  “I can’t be caught in here with you.”
    “Go ahead.  I’ll stay.  I have to take a piss anyway.”
    The main door opened and the squawking of students got louder for a few seconds before the door swung shut again.
    Splashes inside a urinal came next.  And then the main door opened again and a group of guys came in, bringing a bunch of noise with them.
    “Yo, what up, man?” asked someone from the group.
    “Nothing much.  Takin’ a piss.  Going anywhere after school?”  This came from the student who’d been planning with the teacher.
    “Mickey D’s,” answered someone.  “You in?”
    “Nah.  I have detention.  Two weeks.”
    “Two weeks?  Holy shit, that fuckin’ sucks.”
    “Yeah, tell me about it.”
    “Who’s the bitch?”
    “Not a bitch.  Try dick.  Holder gave it to me.”
    “Holder is a dick.  I don’t trust that guy.  Creepy.”
    “Yeah, you said