"OH damn! I'm so sorry Mr. Fenton." I asked lying on top of him. I looked down at him as he looked up at me. I was a little scared of the look of lust in his eyes and his hands were on my hips. I blushed and got off him and pulled him up too. He looked around and walked over to my library half of my room, looking at all different books I had.

"Wow, this is a lot of books for one person." he took a book out here and there, looked at it, and then placed it back.

"Must of these are mine, but…" I walked over to the far right shelves are ran my hand over five big shelves of book, "some were my father. He left them behind."

"What happened?"

"He fell in love with one of his students. Sarah, I think her name was. He was a college professor and after she graduated, he left with her…to Pennsylvania I think. He told me he would always love me. Lies. I was eight when he left. They got married and had a kid or two, never see him much. I wish… I wish I could just for one day make his life a living hell for what he did to us…" I glanced over at him as he, out of the corner of his eye, was staring at me.

"What's your favorite book?" he asked, trying to kindly change the subject.

"Obsession." I said grabbed the book and handed it to him. "I love how the man was so in love with her, he killed anyone that got into his way from getting between him and her happiness. She never likes him but…you read it. Its pretty good." he smiled

"Sure, it sounds good too." we laughed….memories…

~3 Months Later~

Ever since that day, things between Mr. Fenton and I were getting a little weird…and a bit scary. I found out the day after that, his bedroom was right across from mine. I started to have this feeling someone was watching me when I was up there. I would look around but find no one. I would stay up til the late hours of the night, just reading, and feel eyes on my til I fell asleep. Up until last week, I started to sleep down on the living room couch.

I started noticed thing started to be missing from around my room, but mainly pictures of me. It was the little thing the average person would not notice, but I did. I also would noticed that a book on one of my many shelves, would go missing, but then the next day be there. After the book would reappear, I looked over it and nothing was wrong with it. So far, 89 books went missing that returned in the past three months and I freaked me a little. Where they going and who or what were were taking them.

Moreover, things at school with Mr. Fenton were the weirdest of all. He would always look at then go on with class as if nothing happened. I was the one he always offered the most help to, but I did not need it. I was really go at every subject at school…but history, I was passing with a D-, but hey, it is passing. Ever time I refused; he looked somewhat disappointed and went to go help other students. I never went to study hall with him anymore. I found out that I could go to the high school library instead and I was not going to turn that down. So many books at my fingertips.

Today was the 18th of December and it was first period of the day. Advance Chemistry with Mr. Fenton. Today we were cutting up frogs. I was sitting there, looking at the snow outside, my partner Shelby Airheart (More like AirHEAD) was flipping out because she was squeamish. I put on my gloves after Mr. Fenton and cut opened the frog as if it was nothing. Shelby fainted, not that I care, but apparently, her friend did and took her to the nurse as I finished what I started. Mr. Fenton was walking around, watching me mostly.

When I was finished, Mr. Fenton looked it over, gave me an A+, and gave Shelby an F for Fainting…get it? Then Mr. Fenton asked me to stay after class and as soon as I got cleaned up and the bell rang, I just stayed in my seat. I was looking at the snowfall, outside the window, when I heard a cough from in front of me. I know who I was, but looking up at him anyways. He smiled down at me.

"I'm excited by how much you know Moxie, and I was wondering…" he pulled a chair out and sat down in front of me, "would you like to join the Science Club. I am running it and…they are not really that smart, but with you. We have a higher chance of winning the Science Fair this year, for the first time in 17 years."

"No." I simply said I got up and was about to walk out but, Mr. Fenton grabbed my wrist and turned my around to face him and grabbed both of my hand and handed them up to his chest, rubbing them with his thumbs.

"Please Moxie. Just think about it.," he whispered and he was creeping me out. What was he…15 years older than I was or older…? I know I had to say something just to get out of here.

"I'll…think about it…." I said turning to pull away but his gripped a bit harder. I looked up into his eyes and soon regretted it. His eyes started to draw me in and before I know it, I was leaning in and so was he and not even an inch away, he moved away and walked over to his desk. Just as I was about to kiss why he moved, the door opened showing Shelby, weakly walking in the room to get her stuff she left behind.

"Sorry about that…" she said walking in and I ran out to my next class, not wanting to see anymore of Mr. Fenton…

Later that night, around 6 o'clock as I got home from the library, I walked in to hear laugher coming from the kitchen. The sound, and the smell of food, called for me to go in and see what was going on. I walked into the kitchen to see my aunt and uncle laughing with my chem. Teacher…Mr. Fenton.

"Hello Moxie. Nice to see you again today." Mr. Fenton said smiling over at me.

"Richard was just joining us for dinner, telling us about the Science Club. You know you would get to go to a real science fair and compete with other students from other schools. How exciting!"

"You'll just be happy I'm out of your hair for a few days…" I mumbled to myself.

"What was that?" my aunt asked.

"Ya, it would be!" I said fake smiling.

"So…are you going too?" Mr. Fenton asked.

"I don't think so…" I said, sitting down at the counter along side my uncle and Mr. Fenton.

"But Moxie, it would be go for you to get out once and awhile instead of just sitting up in that room of yours reading stupid books." I snapped at this and slammed my hands on the counter.

"Maybe I like to just read stupid books all day huh? Maybe this is who I am. Nevertheless, of course you two would not know, because before my mother died, I never f*ck hear your damn name before in my life. Don't you think that just because I live here does not mean I am your daughter, because guess what. I'm not! I'm daughter the daughter that you two can't f*cking conceive!" I jumped out of my seat, ran up to my room, and locked myself in. I sat down in my lounge chair and silently cried myself to sleep.

Since my aunt and uncle went to work before I went to school, I stayed home. I didn't feel like going today and face Mr. Fenton. I just laid around all day, not even reading. Hopefully there wasn't something important at school going on today…oh well. Around noon I ate some cookie dough ice cream and started crying again, thinking about how mom would buy me ice cream when I was sad. When dad left was the first time I started into the habit. Next thing I know what I was doing, I was crying watch a Spanish soap opera on TV.

"¡QUE HIZO LENARDO TIENE QUE DEJAR MARIA PARA…SIMPLEMENTE PORQUE EL ENTRABA UNA COMA!"(Translation: "WHY DID LENARDO HAS TO LEAVE MARIA FOR…SIMPLY BECAUSE THE ENTERED A COMA!")

I was sad, emotion and speaking yelling at the TV in Spanish…a new low for me. After the show was over, I laid down and fell asleep.

"Moxie…" a voice called out to me as someone was gently rubbing my cheek, tapping it lightly to wake me. I nuzzled into the warmth on my cheek and curled up into my blanket. They chuckled, I felt them breath on my forehead. "Wake up sleepy head." I slowly opened my eyes to see a pair of dark ones looking back at me…MR. FENTON!

"¡MIERDA SANTA!"(Translation: "HOLY CRAP!") I yelled jumping up and back up on my bed, hitting the wall behind me. He smiled at me and sat down on my bed.

"I didn't know you were good at Spanish." he said trying to lean over closer to me, and how I wished I could fade into the wall right now.

"How and why are you in my house?" I said calmly trying not to act scared…or creped out. Mr. Fenton raised his eyebrow at me and pulled out papers I didn't see before.

"I figure since I was your teacher and neighbor I would get your homework that you miss to you and I got in here using the key I still have to this place." he got up and set the papers on my work desk. "How are you feeling anyways?"

"Sad…tired…ticked…wishing my mother didn't-" I stopped myself before I said anymore about my mother and go straight for the other carton of brownie ice cream in the freezer. I was to busy thinking about that ice cream in the freezer to notice Mr. Fenton pick up the empty carton that once had ice cream in it.

"Busy I see…"

I looked down. "I like ice cream when I'm sad, since dad left; mom would always get me a canton of ice cream and told me it stops the pain and the sadness."

"Does it?"

"A little, but not enough to forgot whatever happened."

He came over to give me a hug by the look of the way he was coming at me, but I didn't want one, so I moved off my bed and over to the other side of the room. I looked in fear at him as he looked happy and lost at the same time.

"What's wrong Moxie…can't I simply give a lonely, sad little girl a much needed hug." the way said it just scared the living sh*t out of me. "I know we only met a short time but I know you love me just as much as I love you. Moxie…" he closer to me as I finally felt my bookshelves hit my back and before I could blink, he was pushed up against me and his lips were against my temple and kissed it softly. "My sweet, frighten little Moxie."

I didn't dare move…I felt a level of fear I know felt before. I wish this feeling would go away. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and the other one was place on my head, pushing him closer to my and my face in his chest. I sobbed a little as he hushed me a cradled me in his arms, rocking me lovely.

"Hush now. Just think of the life we're going to have. We'll go wherever you want to live. I'll work and you'll stay home, taking care of are 2 kids. I'll make love to you ever night and every day, and I'll make you the happiest wife ever and no one will ever hurt you again. Our lives will be perfect. I love you Moxie, nothing with take me away from you…not ever death."

If I wasn't scared before, I was scared now. HE'S NUTS! I wanted run, scream, cry but I was numb. I didn't love him, hell all I know about this guy was his name, job and he was my neighbor… ya…THAT'S IT! If mom was here, she would have kill him for even touching me…but she's not.

I heard a car pull in the driveway and now was my chance. Mama didn't raise a girl…

"Mama raised a fighter." I gave him a rough shave off me off of me and he moved back a few feet, giving me a chance to run away. I rushed over to the door; tried pulling it open, but it was lock.

"Moxie!" he said in a low voice, almost threateningly. I under locked the door and ran downstairs and as the door opened, I ran into my uncle's arms.

"Moxie, what's wrong?" he sounds surprised.

"Mr. Fenton he's-"

"Hey Bill!" Mr. Fenton yelled waving as he walked over to the door. He looked and me and 'acted' surprised as well. "Moxie, what happened?"

How did he…uncle wouldn't believe me now. I had to make up something quick.

"What about Mr. Fenton?"

"I don't wanna be part of the science club, I miss my mommy and daddy!" breaking down into real or fake tears. I couldn't tell. I fell to my knees and dragged uncle with me. I cried out of sadness, hurt and emotional pain that my mother death and Mr. Fenton put on me now.