Since she didn't have her textbook, which she was surprised Mr. Matthews hadn't noticed, she puked out a notebook and began doodling in it. Mr Matthews seemed to always notice her mistakes, and it always made het feel bad which was weird. She didn't care about what the other teachers thought or said about her work, though she seemed to try a bit harder in their classes. She really didn't know what her problem was, other than the fact that no one seemed to care that she was going through a horrible time after the accident.<br/><br/>She barely glanced up when Mr Matthews excused himself. It wasn't like the class was going to listen to him anyway. As soon as the door closed behind him, everyone started talking to each other. It would have been all right with her except that the guy sitting next to her decided that he needed to talk to her.<br/><br/>"So is it true?" He asked. "Are you fucking Mr Matthews to bring your grade up? I heard that he picks one girl out of each class to 'talk with' after class. Is that when you guys arrange when to hook up? "<br/><br/>Matty tried ignoring him, knowing he was just trying to get a rise out of her. And any actual denials would be seen as a declaration of the truth. There were days when high school really sucked.<br/><br/>"Is he the one that took your virginity, or maybe it was your daddy? Those kind of sick this hap-"<br/><br/>Matty cut him off surging to her feet and slamming him against the wall. She gave him an evil look as she pressed her forearm across his throat. "Don't ever say that kind of shit about my father, understand?" She growled in his ear.