Chapter 5 Fantasies Of Amelia Clarke Two

• Amelia Clarke
• I won't lie and say I didn't spend the entirety of my weekend thinking about everything Mr Remington said to me last week. But as I made my way to the front of the class after he dismissed everyone but me, I was beginning to think maybe last week's interaction was all in my head.
• My classmates filed out of the class one after the other, the sound of feet shuffling as they rushed out. "Mr Remington, you wanted to see me?" I ask quietly. He had not looked at me once since I arrived today. I even wore the shortest schoolgirl skirt I could find, matching it with my black thigh-high tights, and he still didn't spare me a glance.