What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening?
“You won’t talk me out of watching you. I’m not going to
send Jenny or Jean or anyone else. I’ll go with you. I’ll make
sure you get there myself. I’ll sit in on your class. I’ll drive
you home.”
Haley ripped her hand away and clenched both fists at her
sides. “I didn’t give him anything. I didn’t do anything to him!
I’m the one who got us home safely! I even freaking got him
water from the cafeteria and crackers and napkins and
peppermint gum. I would never make someone sick!”
“You’ve tried to get away from him before.”
“Yeah, and we talked about that. This wasn’t me. He’s really
sick and he should probably go to a doctor, or you should have
one come here. That would prove that I didn’t slip him
anything.”
Claire actually looked like she believed her, but she wasn’t
going to let her off easy. She was enjoying herself. Enjoying
intimidating her. She was enjoying her stupid little power trip
and Haley was done with it. She was so over this spiteful,
bitter, strange woman who made her stomach turn with
distaste, who was all mixed up and messed up, and who was
so infuriatingly goddess-like while doing it. She radiated
control. She was probably a total control freak, actually. She
liked doing the dominating.
Oh my God. She liked doing the dominating.
She wants me, and it pisses her off. She has no control over
it. It shouldn’t happen. She told my dad it wouldn’t.
If it did, maybe it was the out that Haley didn’t know
existed. Maybe, if Claire lost control completely, if she was
seduced by her, she’d be in breach of the agreement and Haley