Chapter 8 8

Forest green to ocean blue!

For the slightest second, everything stopped. Only the ticking of the clock could be heard. Both drowned in each other's eyes.

Emma was the first to come back to her senses as she lowered her gaze. "C-clear." She answered softly while the man peered at her with an intense gaze.

He looked as though he was in a trance. Her heart stopped beating for a second when he raised his hand towards her face. She watched his hand with her wide blue eyes.

What was he doing?

His fingers caressed her cheek, and a chill ran down her spine as she jerked back from his forbidden touch and it was enough for her to get off the chair abruptly. Her legs were jello and her heart was stuttering badly.

With no words out, she recklessly put her books in the bag and zipped her bag ready to leave when all of a sudden he stood up and blocked her way, making her take two steps back abruptly.

Emma was speechless. She was too shocked before but now her brain was working properly and the fact that he as a teacher tried to cross his line terrified her.

She heard him cursing under his breath. "It's enough for today." He said calmly but she didn't respond.

She tried to walk past him but he didn't budge, making her a lot more nervous. "Mr. C..Colt, please move aside." She said with mustered up confidence to which she was thankful to herself.

"On Monday, be on time." He ordered her curtly, making her nod hesitantly.

With that said he moved to the side so she could pass. Emma didn't wait for a single second and dashed out of his office at full speed. The hallways were almost empty as everyone had left.

Once she reached the main gate she panted heavily because of all that running.

What was that?

Emma is no child that she would not notice a sudden change in someone's behavior. He looked in a trance as if he wanted to see something by touching her. Has he lost his mind?

Why would he do that?

In no freaking way, she was going to take math lessons from him ever.

Emma went straight to her work.

"Why so tense?" Connor popped his head in from the kitchen door startling her and Stacy.

"You scared us!" Stacy complained, making him pout.

"Nothing, just all assignments, and stuff." She said softly with a smile.

Emma was good at hiding her feelings behind her smile. Connor raised his brow at her before he ruffled her hair just to annoy her.

"Hey!" She complained.

"What? I like to ruffle your hair." Connor feigned innocence, making Stacy chuckle as Emma glared at him.

As soon as they got back to their work, those mysterious green eyes invaded her mind all over again.

At home, she didn't feel like having dinner. She laid down on her bed and gazed out of the window. The moon was almost to its fullest form and looked beautiful. The stars twinkled, looking exquisite. She closed her eyes for a peaceful slumber only for a certain someone's face to flash in front of her eyes.

She groaned in annoyance. Thank God she got weekend days otherwise God knows what would've happened tomorrow if she went to Horace Mann.

After tossing and turning on her bed like a gazillion times she finally went to sleep.

The next day she did all her outstanding housework like laundry, cleaning, and whatnot. At night she made pasta for herself and watched Man of Steel that was on tv.

A harsh knock on the door had her body freezing all of a sudden. No one ever came to her place. Connor just left after walking her home. Who could it be?

With shaking hands, she mute the tv and then walked to the door. She peaked through the small hole and her brain ceased to work when her eyes landed on two men standing at her door. She knows them, they are gang members but why are they here? Did they find out she was a girl and lives alone here?

She's not even in her boy attire so she can't face them. Dread started creeping into her bones when they knocked again making her flinch.

"We just need some water for our friend." Said one of the guys.

Emma was fast to dash into the kitchen; take out a water bottle from her fridge. She walked back to the door. Wore her grandpa's gloves and slightly opened the door making sure not to remove the safety lock. The door opened as much as the safety lock allowed and she pushed the bottle out.

Only her glove hand was visible. Both the men stared at each other before one of them took the bottle. She immediately closed the door shut and secured it with all the locks.

She finally let out a breath of relief when their footsteps fades away.

Wiping the sweat away from her forehead she plopped down on her couch and took a few deep breaths in to calm herself down.

That night she double-checked her door and also locked all her windows before sleeping peacefully.

The next morning she woke up to the shrill sound of her phone ringing wildly.

Groggily she picked up her phone only for her eardrums to blast with Connor's high yelling voice.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!"

"Stop shouting, Connor." She mumbled softly while rubbing her eyes.

"You're no fun Em!" He muttered and she was sure he was rolling his eyes now.

"Be ready at 8 okay. You're finally 18! God, I cannot believe this. Just yesterday you were so tiny and today you're all grown up." He was so cheerful.

"Relax Connor!" She mumbled softly.

"You're not a morning person at all," Connor grumbled, making her chuckle.

"See you at 8." She replied as they bid their bye.

A deep sigh left her lips.

One year down, God knows how many to come.

"Finally I'm an adult now." She muttered to herself with a smile and snuggled more into her sweet bed.