Chapter 51: Homeroom

I always had a teacher fantasy. – Cade

Homeroom.

Who still had homeroom? No matter, Evie did not have to have a lesson plan. She just had to keep 35 teenagers from killing each other for just over an hour. Maybe a lesson plan would be needed, she thought with a wry smile to herself. The bell rang and she stood up from her desk. Most of the students quieted down and it made it easier for her hear the conversation at the back of the room.

“What’s it like growing up in a house with a pervert for a dad?” the cheerleader was asking the black-haired girl. “Are you just as fucked up in the head as your perverted father?”

Evie leaned against the front of her desk and watched the back corner. She saw some of the kids looking at her to do something. She held up a single well manicured finger and continued to give the group her attention.

“Megan.” One of the other cheerleaders hissed. “The teacher.”

“What about her?” the first girl said with a flip of her hair. “She can’t do anything. It’s jus