Chapter 208

The emotion that I am trying to suppress is one of fear. As much as I hate Mr Clyde I also realise that I am afraid of him. I am afraid of this teacher who is notorious for molesting the girls in his class.

While it isn't really molestation the way some people say it, but to me it looks like molestation. I mean which teacher in his right senses would simply hit you at an indescent angle whenever you enter this class and you were even the slightest minute late. Sometimes it didn't even matter if you were late, he would simply touch you wherever he wanted to touch you and give you this sort of look that told you, you could not harm in the slightest way.

If you were to report to the principal, she simply would not believe it because that was how much of a faker he was. That was how much of a poser he was, always complaining about us while he also carried out his own nefarious activities in the same class. 

Sometimes it didn't really matter if you had offended him or not, if he has simply put his target on you, you would face unprecedented embarrassment and harassment from his hands in equal doses until you finally decided to succumb to whatever he was asking you to do.

I'm guessing to the other girls, to other girls who have simply lost the sight of what their bodies were created for this was simply normal, it was a very normal and efficient way to get an high score in his class, and even in your SATs, that was the level of influence that pervert Clyde has 

He has enough influence to even influence a national examination board and I'm guessing that is why most female students see him as an easy way out, even if we are just in high school.

I'm guessing that almost everyone has matured past their age and so it isn't surprising when some girls would make drastic decisions because they want to live the free life that they are living, and still make a great grade at the same time.

Even if anyone practically knows of Mr Clyde's dealings, most people simply decide not to talk, they decide not to talk because as is the case in almost every institution, everyone wanted to become an engineer or a doctor or a neurosurgeon, and there was no way that you would want to go through these, that you wouldn't have to encounter him once or twice in the days you spend in this school.

It is better everyone simply keeps quiet and doesn't see anything, while he carries out whatever he wants to carry out on students.

Oakley squeezes my hand once more as I realised I am trembling at this point. I feel his gaze drop on me, or to be precise the lower region of my chest.

His eyes are stuck there like glue, and I feel like taking off my heel and poking it into those eyes.