Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews, I really appreciate them! I just wanted to let you know that I started to make polyvore boards for Sydney's outfits at . I love fashion so I thought that would be fun. My username is lilibetivashkov. It's late for me so I will post the link to it soon and you can check it out if you feel like it. I plan on trying to update my polyvore when I describe a new outfit Sydney wears.

Here's chapter four…Enjoy!

Chapter Four

I thought about showing up to school the next day in sweats but I think my friends would have thought I was crazy because I never wear sweats. But let's face it; I'm already half way to crazy town and I have only known Mr. Ivashkov for less than a day. I wonder what his first name is. I'll have to ask Jill.

Back to my outfit though. I decided on a white, floral peplum skirt. Then I paired it with a coral colored long sleeve scoop-neck shirt and white pumps. I looked in the mirror and although my weight hadn't changed since yesterday, I think I still looked good. And if I was being completely honest, I wanted to look good for Mr. Ivashkov. I mean Trey! Yes, I want to look good for Trey, my boyfriend.

The first half of the day went by a little too fast for my liking and it was already lunch time. Jill sat with my group again which had me even more on edge than I already was. I couldn't even eat because I was so nervous about being around Mr. Ivashkov again. So instead I just pushed the food around my plate. I guess that's the upside to my nervousness, I can't eat which means maybe I'll weigh a little less tomorrow.

"Sydney, is something wrong?" Trey asked.

"Of course not! Why would you think something is wrong?" They all gave me strange looks at my too quick response. If any of them didn't think something was wrong before, they definitely must think something is wrong now.

"Well Syd it's just that you've been sitting here for the last 10 minutes staring at your food, not eating or saying anything," he leaned over and whispered in my ear then and asked, "are you nervous about the sex thing? You haven't changed your mind have you?" He sounded a little panicked about that possibilities and it kind of pissed me of. As if me changing my mind about having sex with him on homecoming was the worst possible thing that could happen.

"No," I whispered back. "I just don't feel well. My stomach hurts." It wasn't completely untrue. Trey looked relieved at my reply and the others went back to their conversations, except Jill. She just stared at me for a second like she knew I wasn't telling the whole truth.

Trey walked me to class again after lunch. Right outside the classroom door he pulled me to him and started kissing me. When I tried to pull away he only deepened the kiss. Trey must have forgotten how I feel about public displays of affection, or maybe he just didn't care anymore. I really wanted to push him away but he's my boyfriend and this is what people in relationships do and so I went along with it.

Right as I felt him start to move his hands lower down my back, I heard someone clear their throat. Somehow I had a feeling I knew exactly who it was too with my luck. I turned around to find Mr. Ivashkov glaring at Trey who looked back confused. I thought that maybe Mr. Ivashkov would walk into the classroom then, but he just kept glaring and Trey.

After an awkward minute of silence Trey walk away and finally Mr. Ivashkov went into the classroom. The final bell rang and I stepped inside.

"Miss Sage it's only the second day of class and your already showing up late?" He announced in front of the whole class.

"I'm not late sir. You saw me right outside of the classroom less than 30 seconds ago," I replied. I didn't know what kind of game he was playing now but I did not like this at all.

"If you are not in your seat by the time the final bell rings than you are tardy. I am sorry but that is school policy Miss Sage and I'm afraid I will have to write you up." He wasn't even smirking, he just looked annoyed.

I knew there was no point in arguing with him seeing as I knew that really was school policy. I took my seat and got out my textbook before he walked up to me with a pink slip in his hand. "Two more of these and you'll have to sit through detention with me," he said then murmured, "What a shame that would be for your boyfriend."

Mr. Ivashkov didn't say anything or even look at me for the rest of class. It was weird considering how he acted, or should I say flirted, with me yesterday. I couldn't figure out what had changed or how anything could change so quickly. Maybe yesterday didn't really happen and my mind was just playing tricks on me.

During painting he had me organize the supply room the whole time. He didn't even come in to check on me. I was so confused. When the bell rang signaling it was the end of the day I waited for the rest of the class to leave before walking up to his desk.

"I finished organizing the supply room Mr. Ivashkov," I don't know why, but it was really bothering me that he had practically ignored me these past two and a half hours.

"Wonderful Miss Sage," he said but his tone of voice didn't match the words he spoke at all.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow sir."

"Goodbye Miss Sage," he said emotionless and not looking at me.

I hesitated before walking out the door. I couldn't understand. Did I do something wrong? Maybe Mr. Ivashkov changed his mind about me, or maybe I had imagined it all along.

I was already in a bad mood when I got home but when I was greeted by Keith I realized I would rather be back in Art History with Mr. Ivashkov ignoring me again.

"Hello Sydney, how was your day," he asked from the kitchen table, scanning my body with his eyes. I hated when he looked at me, it made me feel…dirty somehow, like I'm merely an object for his amusement.

"Where's Carly?" I reply.

"She's still at work." Carly worked at a nursing home and her schedule was constantly changing. "You should try being a little nicer to me Sydney, seeing as I moving in and all."

"Your what?" I ask completely dumbstruck. How could Carly not have mentioned this to me?

"Yep. It seems you and I will be living under the same roof. You should really try putting in an effort to get to know me better." That's when he cornered me. "I certainly wouldn't mind getting to know you better."

I felt a rush of panic, but tried to calm myself. Keith was inappropriate but there was no way he would try anything on me. At least I was pretty sure and I really hoped I was right because looking at Keith now, I realized how much bigger he was than me.

"Get away from me Keith," I said. I hope he didn't hear my voice crack.

"Now why would I do that when that is the exact opposite of what I want to do?"

Luckily before Keith did or didn't try anything, Carly walked in and Keith moved away from me before she noticed. As if spending over two hours a day with Mr. Ivashkov wasn't stressful enough, now I have to deal with living with Keith. I am definitely going to lose my mind.

The rest of the week went by pretty much uneventful. Trey was still counting down the days until we had sex, Mr. Ivashkov ignored me and luckily even though Keith had moved in, Carly was around in the afternoons and evenings so I didn't have to be around him alone at all.

Friday night I met Jill, Kristen and Julia at the football game. Laurel was a cheerleader and I was so grateful for the time alone with some of my real friends. We all cheered on Trey, Eddie and Micah as they played an amazing game.

"Jill, what's your brother's name?" I had been wanting to ask her that same question, but was glad that Julia had asked her instead.

"Adrian. Why?" Jill answered.

"Well I saw him in the hall the other day and geez he's hot. I was just wondering if the name fit the man," she said with a dreamy look on her face. It really made me mad that she was thinking of Mr. Ivashkov, or Adrian, in that way. Or thinking about him at all.

Julia went on and on about how gorgeous Mr. Ivashkov was for the whole game. I wasn't a violent person, but I really wanted to slap her and tell her he was mine, but I couldn't because he wasn't mine.

After the game we all waited for the guys outside of the locker room. Trey ran up to me gathering me in his arms and kissing me hard on the mouth.

"I can't believe we won," he said happily.

"You did great," I said as I hugged him.

"Hey that Angeline girl is having a party at her house. Do you feel like going?" I didn't want to go home and be around Keith, but I also really didn't feel like going to a party. In fact all I wanted to do was go home, shower, do my homework and go to bed.

"Um, how about you guys go. I just don't really feel well."

"Are you okay? You said you didn't feel well a few days ago too," It was sweet that he was worried about me.

I nodded. "I'll be fine it's just a stomach ache. Go. Have fun." He gave me a quick kiss and ran off with everyone but Jill. "Aren't you going to the party?" I asked her.

"No, my brother would be pissed if I went to a party."

"Oh so is he picking you up?" I ask both hoping the answer to that question is a yes and a no.

"No Kristen said she would take me home," she looked around realizing that Kristen had left with everyone else. "Oh I didn't realize she had gone to the party. Would you mind driving me home?"

"Um, I guess not."

She directed me to an apartment complex downtown. It looked really expensive with a door man and everything. She asked me if I wanted to come in and for a moment I thought about it. I was curious to see what Mr. Ivashkov was like outside of school. Jill looked hopeful that I might say yes but I decided with the way Mr. Ivashkov had acted toward me this week, it was probably best I didn't go into his apartment.

I spent my weekend at home doing homework and watching movies. The closer it came to Monday, the more depressed I became. Mr. Ivashkov was still in the back of my mind but right now he wasn't what was consuming my thoughts. Usually if I was avoiding my friends they would show up at my house making me hangout with them, but they all knew what Monday was and knew to give me some time and space. As Sunday night approached all I wanted to do was wake up and have it be Tuesday.