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WHAT ARE THE ODDS | PART 5

pairing : Ms Venable x Fem Reader

Warning: Manipulation, flirting, subtle jealousy if you squint.

A/N: This series was going to be discontinued The lack of interactions felt like a "Fuck you" to my face.This chapter goes out to those reblogged and requested more

y/n already has her life in shambles, they say high-school are the best years of your life however that not the case for y/n. A new teacher comes to school, Flipping her life all over. Will she manage?

"And you just walked out like that??" Mallory shoved your arm so hard you almost toppled over. "Yes Mallory! I wasn't going to say yes to a deal like that..." You leaned in closer to Mallory's ears and whispered," and between you and me....I think she's out to get me.."

"Don't be dumb, She walks with a cane what's the worse she can do?" Mallory shrugged off your paranoia. Easy for her to think that Ms Venable isn't an intimidating woman. Mallory was vacationing in the Caribbean which overlapped 2 weeks into the start of the semester. So She got the pleasure of not introducing herself to the class.

"Clear your desks out. We're having a pop quiz" Ms Venable's voice pierced the sound of teenagers chattering. Fuck fuck fuck fuck you panicked. "Get your ass off the table Ms y/l/n there are sits for that. Or would you rather stand and do the quiz?" She slammed her cane roughly.

A stupid habit that she does which makes your hate towards her grow even more. "No." you gritted through your teeth.

"I'm sorry? No who? Are you a moron who cannot follow a simple rule? Have you learnt nothing since the first day?" You saw the subtle smirk on her lips growing bigger at each word that left her mouth.

You wanted to laugh out loud at how you figured out her game... you weren't going to let her get to you.

With a clearing of your throath you corrected yourself. "Good."

The woman's eyes dated over to Mallory who was carelessly rummaging through her bag,"So you take out upon yourself to disrupt my class and chose to sit next to the delinquent?"

A small gasp of offense was heard from your but Ms Venable of course ignored it. "What is your relation to her that made you want to sit next to her?"

What kind of question is that? you thought. It was quite odd ... wasn't it?

Mallory fumbled with her words trying her best not to give the woman any attitude. "I don't understand your question" it was evident that she was nervous, after all she was your best friend. Poor girl was scrapping her nail against her thumb skin, something she did often during confrontation.

"Must I repeat myself?" Her eyes locked with yours as of you owed her the explanation.

"She's my best friend?" her reply came out in the form of a question.

Ms Venable tsked in disapproval, "Well we can't have that now can we?" There was no point in hiding the confusion on your face. " We can't distract the star student" she emphasized the word star for sarcastic effect.

Maybe to get a reaction out of you, but for her advantage it actually did. You scoffed out loud. "Have a seat in the 3rd row will you and hurry up we've wasted enough time. " she snapped once more.

Mallory struggled to gather her stuff and move, leaving you with a lopsided smile for sincerity. Your eyes followed your best friend as she settled in her new seat. The feeling of heaviness was eminent in your chest. She was so close yet so far away, only you sat in the row.

Ms Venable isolated you, no one for you to talk to on the side, behind or even infront of you. Cruel.

"Read up on page 456 of the textbook before the quiz starts. " her voice sliced through the quiet mumbling in the class. You unwillingly looked away from Mallory and faced to the front the class once more.

There she sat on her seat, treating it somewhat like a throne. Her fingers drumming lighting on the skull of the bird that decorated the top of her cane. As always her back was erect and based on her way she had the book placed on her lap, you knew one of her leg was folding delicately on the other.

The sight made your blood boil. What actually was this lady's purpose? if it was to ruin your life then she is doing a pretty fucking good job at it. You teared your eyes away from her body posture and made eye contact with her. You didn't fear her.

Her reading glasses hung slightly at the lower bridge of her nose, the brown cold eyes pierced into your soft ones sending a chill up your spine. It would be a lie if you said her eyes weren't pretty, what a shame that such a woman as herself had the composition of a perfect person. The beauty, looks, intelligence and brains. She had it all but she definitely lacked in the personality department.

However what you didn't expect was for Ms Venable to flash you a wink. Could you eyes have deceived you. In a minor panic you looked around the class to see if it was directed to someone else.

Apparently everyone was reading intently away at their textbook, no one bothered to look up. "Ms y/n where is your text book?" she brought you unwanted attention.

"I emailed the classroom to bring it today, you can't follow rules and now you can't read?" the urge to snap back was strong, anger bubbled to he surface. The words almost dripping from your tongue, but you bite it for the sake of your reputation. To your Demise you know that Ms Venable will be the professor to write your recommendation to leave the university and find a job.

Such a roll over dog situation you were in, but it's for the greater good right?

"I didn't receive one Ms Venable." you spoke shortly and crass to her, trying your best to limit your interactions with her. " I see, so you've decided to sit in class and do nothing? the quiz is based off the chapter. "

Well.. Fuck just great. "I can lend her mine" Mallory spoke to your defense, without looking at her you smiled at the offer.

"No. This is a lesson for y/n should she forget her text book next time she will be sent to the office. " the corners of her lips rose with each sentence.

"Alright time for your quiz, close your books. It is relatively easy provided that you read the chapter." The feeling of dread overtook you once more. This was a battle and you were losing at this point. What is the endgame.

The single sheet of paper was passed around, which sadly held 45% of your grade. You swore you got no email. This was a set up of some sort... maybe because of how you reacted the other day during dinner with your mom.

"I need to see you after class y/n" she singled you out. " uh- Ms Venable I can't I have- I have to do something with the engineering club" you wanted to punch yourself for the way you stuttered.

" I didn't ask for your permission. It was a statement " she hissed back. With a soft bang of her cane she signaled the class to start.

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nothing... nothing came to your head as you stared at the 30 mark question on the paper. The pen twirling in your hand trying to make sense of nonsense. You looked around seeing how fast everyone else was writing. Isn't that just lovely.

Tik tik tik the clock loudly filled the room. Class was almost over," If you're done, place your pages on the desk and leave."

The multiple chairs dragging grated on your soul. It was almost everyone, your leg nervously bounced on to the floor as if that would have helped you with your problem.

You continued your staring competition with the question until you felt a soft hand quickly touched your back, the sooner it made contact the sooner it left. You raised your head to see that it was Mallory... she was the last one to leave.

It was nice enough to know that she tried her best to stay back with you. Mallory inaudiblely mouthed the words "sorry" as she left the classroom.

Great.... how fun it is to miss Engineering with your best friend. "You clearly should just drop my subject, you don't take my class seriously. " She fiddled with the cuticles of her nails , spiteful ignoring you. "I got no email stating that- You can check-" you whipped your phone desperately trying to prove your point.

"No thank you. I don't care to see anything. What's done has been done. "Nothing for once could go your way. This whole week has been nothing but life repeatedly punching you in the gut. All the while shoving a middle finger in your face saying " FUCK YOU"

"I could easily report you to the supervisor for not doing my work and also I could say that you sell drugs in the side on the college compound. " With the back of her legs, she pushed her chair back allowing it to roll on the floor with an annoying scratch.

"BUT I don't SELL DRUGS MS VENABLE!" your chest heaved with anger and fear. But what didn't help was the fact that the woman approached you slowly, with cold piercing eyes. Your converse squeaked on the floor as you tried to step back. Trying to keep some distance between the both of you.

The desk behind you had other plans. " But that's not what they know... " her eyebrows scrunched as she spoke. Her flowery breath brushing against the skin on your face. She was so fucking close. The blood from your entire body all decided to rush towards your face.

"Actually.... I can make it all go away, the failed test... the fight that went down last week all under one condition." The position you were in caused an unpleasant stirring of emotions in your lower stomach. Ms Venable's hand was getting her cane right next to your hip, indirectly caging you in the process.

"What's that..?" you spoke softly which could almost be mistaken for a whimper.

" Move in with me. Let be contr- help you. " What the fuck was the change in attitude? Why did she care all of a sudden?. " Don't think anything of this. If you do move in, you'll follow rules, and if you don't... well I guess you can kiss that scholarship goodbye.."

The lump in your throat only thickened as each second passed." I need an answer now. Don't fucking waste my time baby." You'd be lying if you said the fowl words leaving her lips didn't give you a tingle.

"Well? What is it y/n?"

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