The final bell rang with a long awaited shrill. Students sprang from their seats, packing newly signed yearbooks with pens and pencils into their backpacks; those who brought them anyway. The last day of school was always a welcome relief from the whining little fuckfaces. Few even had the potential to move on to greater things. I wasn't even the regular teacher, I was a sub. The regular teacher conveniently called in sick leaving me with these spoiled brats. I didn't even want to do this job, but I needed extra cash. Lovely.
As the last student exited the room, I went over to eject Frozen from the DVD player. What an overrated movie. Packing up the DVD I checked the power on the projector and went into the back room to grab my things. Hearing the door open, I peak my head out and see one of the female students searching the desks.
"You forget something?" I ask, locking the back room.
"Yeah, my water bottle." She replies, looking up and down the aisles.
"You mean this?" I say, holding a bright pink water bottle in front of me.
"Oh, yeah, that's the one." Walking towards me, I notice her cut off shorts; perhaps cut a bit too short.
Taking the bottle, she looks at my shoulder and asks, "Is that a tattoo?" Looking at my sleeve, the bottom part of it is displayed past the cuff. Pulling up the sleeve, I showcase a nine-tailed wolf.
"Oh wow," she coos, "when did you get that?"
"When I was in college."
"Does it mean anything?"
"No," I lied, "I just thought it looked cool."
She smiled and giggled a little, like she just had a peak at a Christmas present. "I'm looking to get a tattoo myself."
"Really?" I feign interest, shuffling towards the doorway and shutting off the light.
"Yeah, I was thinking about getting a rose on my lower back."
"So," drawing out my response, "you wanna get a tramp stamp."
"Not a tramp stamp," she retorted, "just a nice...rose."
"...A tramp stamp."
"Okay okay, so it's a tramp stamp, but it would look so cute." She bites her lip like she just pictured it.
By this time we had made our way outside near the employee parking lot.
"Won't you be late for the bus?" I ask, hoping the reminder would send her on her way.
"Oh no, I walk. No way am I getting on that pot invested vehicle."
I chuckled a bit, "Fair enough."
"Hey, do you think you could give me a ride to the mall?"
"Um..." I check the lot as if someone is about to call the cops. "What about going home?"
"Oh fuck that." She quickly replied, adding a scoff for good measure. "I am so done with my parents, treating me like some little kid."
Mentally I wanted to slap her upside that head; outwardly I just slowly nodded.
"What, did they ground you too many times?" I sarcastically teased.
"No, they just have all these ideas of what I should be and what I should do and I'm fucking sick of it. I mean, I'm eighteen for Christ's sake, I'm old enough to make my own decisions. In fact, I told them they could kiss my ass yesterday, because I'm done."
"So what, you just cut ties and that's that?" I asked, actually wondering what this little dumb shit was planning to do.
"Yeah, I'm moving out. Gonna head to California to see if I can launch my acting career."
Oh great, another wannabe Hollywood star. Just what this country needs.
Seeing as how she wasn't leaving anytime soon, I agreed to her request and motioned toward the passenger door. She gleamed like I was gonna take her to California myself.
"Seat belt." I say, and she complies. Starting the car up I ask, "Your name is Lindsey right?"
"That's right Mr. McCormick." She says with a grin.
Driving a bit, I kept thinking about how she didn't want to go home. In fact, she just wanted to drop off the radar. "Lindsey, what about going to college and all that good stuff?"
"Nah I'd rather experience life as it comes."
A nice way to say fuck life.
"So, you won't even contact your family for holidays?" I pry, trying to glean a little more.
"No, fuck them. I'm done."
"What about a boyfriend?"
"Oh we were through a long time ago. He was just another thing my parents disapproved of. He ended up being a steroid freak anyway."
She didn't even notice we weren't headed in the direction of the mall.
Pulling into a storage lot, I check for cameras. Finding none I turn off the car and open the glove box. "Hey I have to get a few things before I go home, can you help me carry them?" I rummage for the key and close the box.
"Sure," she eagerly replies.
Hopping out she joins me at the door as I insert the key and slide the massive metal frame upwards. Entering I head towards the back and she instinctively follows. I search the boxes and find what I'm looking for and keep it concealed. Hiding my smile I move towards the door as Lindsey stood in the center of the room, waiting for instruction.
"You know Lindsey, you really should listen to your parents."
"Oh don't tell me, 'They know what they're talking about and I should take their advice.'" She sighed with an annoyed look.
"Well, yeah, you would've, saved yourself a lot of pain." I said matter of factly.
"...W-What do you mean." I could hear the concern creeping into her voice.
"For instance," Closing the large metal frame I looked at her with predatory eyes, "Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?"
Realizing her predicament she begins to creep backwards, her lower lip now trembling. I reveal the item to be a ball gag and begin my advance. Seeing my intent she pleads, "Mr. McCormick, please-"
