Chapter 202


    Chapter 202: Under Supervision


    Moana


    The bodyguard dropped me off in front of the school, and I got out of the car.


    Already, as I walked up the pathway to the entrance of the school, I could see that some of the older


    students and even other teachers were giving me strange looks. I didn’t think too much of it, however,


    as I had just gotten out of an unmarked vehicle with tinted windows and an intimidating-looking man in


    the driver’s seat. I would have stared at me, too.


    But as I headed inside, the staring continued. Even people who hadn’t seen me get out of the car were


    giving me odd looks. I felt as though people were whispering about me; but, once again, I decided not


    to let it get to me and headed to my ssroom.


    Once I got to my ssroom, I decided to head to the faculty lounge to make myself a cup of coffee and


    warm up a scone, just as I always did when I first got to school. When I entered the faculty lounge, a


    couple of other teachers were sitting at the table and chatting. As soon as I walked in, though, their


    conversation stopped abruptly.


    “Good morning,” I said with a warm smile as I walked over to the coffee machine, trying not to show


    how ufortable I felt. “How was everyone’s weekend?”


    One of the teachers, who was a high school math teacher that I had only ever exchanged pleasantries


    with before, sort of scoffed. Something about it made the hairs on the back of my neck raise, and I


    turned to face her.


    “Is something wrong?” I asked, feeling anger beginning to bubble up inside of me as I was instantly


    reminded of what it felt like when those wealthy werewolf women were nasty to me at theworking


    event that I went to with Edrick.


    “Oh, nothing, nothing,” the teacher said, waving her hand dismissively and throwing me a stiff smile.


    I stared at them for a few moments longer. Finally, the male teacher who was sitting with her spoke up


    when he realized that I knew that something was going on.


    “Sorry, Moana,” he said, sounding more polite than the other teacher. “It’s just… Well, we heard about


    what happened at the warehouse. It’s all over the news, and…”


    “And…?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.


    The teacher’s face went red. “There are some rumors circting that you’re not actually human, but


    a… a…”


    “Ate bloomer?” I finished for him. Behind me, the coffee machine began to spurt my coffee out into


    my cup. Other than that, the air in the room was thick and silent. The teacher slowly nodded as his face


    turned into an even deeper shade of red.


    “Not that it’s a bad thing, necessarily,” he continued. “It’s just that… Well,te bloomers are very rare.


    Some people see it as a sign of bad luck. And with your baby on the way, people like to gossip.”


    Before, I was angry enough that they were talking about me. But now, to hear that they were talking


    about my baby? “What about my baby?” I snarled, my voice spiking in a simr stato to the coffee


    machine as it beeped behind me.


    The male teacher fell silent. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried toe up with what


    to say, making him look like a fish gasping onnd. Suddenly, the female teacher spoke up. “More often


    than not, the children ofte bloomerse out with all sorts of… developmental problems,” she said.


    The female teacher was far nastier with her words, and didn’t beat around the bush. When she finished


    speaking, she just looked at me with a bit of a smirk on her face.


    Now, I was beginning to feel the anger bubbling up even more. I whirled around and picked my coffee


    up, not caring that I sloshed it on the counter in my haste, then turned and stormed off toward the door.


    Just before I left, though, I turned back onest time and shot the two teachers an angry re.


    “I don’t care if you gossip about me, but don’t you dare gossip about my baby,” I growled. There was a


    lot more I wanted to say, but I chose not to. And with that, I left the two teachers alone with their


    mouths hanging open, and stormed out without even taking my scone with me.


    …


    “Good job!” I said, pping my hands together as I watched one of the children in my kindergarten


    ss cut a perfectly straight line with her safety scissors. The little girl beamed up at me with rosy red


    cheeks and shot me a toothless grin. I moved on to the next student, and repeated the same drill.


    “Here you go…” I said, crouching down to the little boy’s level. “Like this…” I showed him how to use


    the scissors, and then held his hand while he cut. As he cut, he stuck his tongue out in intense


    concentration.


    “Um… Miss Moana?” one of the children suddenly said.


    “Just a moment, Jeremy,” I replied. “I’m helping Bobby.”


    The little boy who just called my name fell silent, but only for a moment. “Um, Miss Moana, it’s


    important,” he nagged.


    I let out a sigh. “Jeremy, if you need to use the potty, you can go by yourself,” I said while the little boy


    that I was helping struggled to cut around a circr shape on his paper. Once again, the little boy,This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    Jeremy, fell silent for just a couple of moments before calling out again.


    “Miss Moana, there’s a man looking in the window with b… bin…”


    “It’s binocrs, Jeremy,” one of the little girls corrected with a snide tone of voice. As they spoke,


    however, I already had jerked my head up and pulled the scissors out of Bobby’s chubby little hands


    before running over to the window.


    “s**t,” I whispered under my breath, then mped my hand over my mouth in the hopes that none of


    the children heard me curse. Just as the children had said, someone was watching us through the


    window with binocrs. It was the bodyguard. He was sitting on the hood of the car, looking right in


    through our windows! When one of the children waved, he even waved back.


    “What’s he doing, Miss Moana?” one of the children asked innocently.


    I shook my head and instantly closed the blinds, feeling as though my privacy and the privacy of the


    children had beenpletely vited. Edrick had said that the bodyguard would wait in the car, not sit


    outside and watch us with binocrs like he was at the opera!


    “Who wants to y duck duck goose?” I asked, pping my hands together to divert the kids’ attention,


    which worked. I had the children sit around in a circle on the carpet, and for the remainder of ss,


    they yed duck duck goose.


    However, I couldn’t stop feeling vited by the bodyguard’s actions. I decided that,ter that day, I


    would have to give the bodyguard a piece of my mind. Andter, I would have to give Edrick a piece of


    my mind as well.