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with me." She said stiffly, then
addressed her room.
    "Make sure you copied the assignment.
Class dismissed." And with those words, she hurried towards Marty's
classroom, of whom she'd already dismissed when she had started gawking,
knowing she'd need to hear all about this as soon as possible.
    Harrison watched her retreat, stepping
aside the door to let the flood of twenty students out of the room. The pretty
little blonde on his arm that was the high school's art teacher and scrapbook
leader, tugged on his sleeve, reminding him that he should be moving too. But
there was something about the way Molly's eyes glistened over for a moment
before her fury interfered that held his thoughts captive. What was wrong with
her now? He doubted he'd be able to find out. There was just some things Molly
never told him. Privacy was her friend. Or at least, until the screams rose too
high in her throat to keep down. Yet usually those were masked with lies as
well. A mysterious creature, that one was. With a shrug, he walked out of the
room, shutting off the lights and closing the door.
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    "You know...for someone as talkative
as you, it's never a good sign when you fall completely silent after something
that happened like it did at school." Marty rattled off, busying herself with
getting drinks for the two of them.
    Molly shrugged. "I'm completely fine.
Why would you think I wouldn't be?"
    Marty groaned. "Because I know you.
Lets see, Harrison went and dumped his new girl for this one, just to prove
that he's not with you. I know you heard the new talkings of your students
that you must be below Harrison's tastes and that's why he don't date you not
the other way around where you won't date him. And then, to top it all off, he
goes and dates Candice Greybill the woman we both despise." Molly shook
her head. "I don't despise her..."
    "If not, then it's a nastier word for
what you feel towards her. And you should she treats you like dirt. And that
woman who tries to walk all over you because she thinks she can, is now dating your
best friend and you can't help but blame yourself because hey, you're the one
who told him to solve it instead of stepping up and doing it yourself."
Molly glanced up at her friend with a look of horror. "Is that what you
think?" She asked in a whisper.
    "Oh hell no. But I know that's what
you're thinking. And I know you're convincing yourself of those fine points. I
know that for a fact just as much as I can tell that there's a volcano building
up inside of you, bound to explode probably...quite soon."
    Molly shook her head. "Nope. Nope, I'm
fine. No fuming for me. No explosions. No yelling at Harrison. I'm fine. Just
fine."
    Marty's eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"O...kay. So what's up?"
    Molly shrugged a shoulder. "I'm just
done with him. Let him do what he wants why should I hound him about
everything? I'm laid back. I'm cool. I get it. I have my own life to live
it's not fair to either of us to keep trying to help him. So I'm letting him
go. I hope he has fun with Candy Grey." She said.
    Marty smirked at the name. Candy Grey had
been Candice's modeling name. "Sounds good to me." She said, handing
her friend a glass of red wine. "A toast?"
    Molly grinned. "A toast. To new
outlooks and a new way of living."
    Their glass flutes clinked together, then
the tv was clicked on, starting their laid back style immediately.
    Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Seeing that Marty had forgotten to lock the door behind her, Harrison came
walking in. Marty laughed at the coincidence while Molly growled with a roll of
her eyes. Standing from the couch, she walked back to her bedroom without a
word.
    "Uh...what's with her?" Harrison
asked Marty, who shook her head in pity.
    "The blind will never be able to see
what's right in front of them." She noted, then fell back on to the sofa
and sprawled out her body, clicking the tv remote to a channel she wanted