You do.

Evidently, your sixth sense was well-tuned: 'Dolt, am i?' you thought to yourself. So this whole thing was just a ruse. She never wanted to be with you, but instead wanted to make you another trophy. Well, not if you can help it. You open the bathroom door, your face radiating with annoyance. "Time to go," you snap.

"Mr. Carter!" she said indignantly. "I'm not done yet!"

You grab her wrist, pulling her out of the bathroom. "Oh, yes you are, missy." You lead her down the stairs and continue, "Instead of trying to hit it off with me, go hit the books for passing biology." Margot then pulled her wrist more towards herself, stopping you and gaining your attention.

"Oh, really?" she smirked. "After what you did, you really think your superiors will let you stay? Copulating with a student, if not several? Knocking me up, as the phrase goes?" She did raise a couple of good points, not that you didn't figure that already and not giving her the satisfaction that you played into her hand.

"Maybe so, young lady," You scolded, "but I am not going to your dolt." She looks surprised but says nothing. You continue taking her downstairs, pushing her out the door before closing it behind her.

You slump into a seat on the couch, needing time to relax for you're sure your renewed career is about to end. You began wondering some more: were you just another trophy to Margot? Were those misty eyes just for show...? And what if this was about that secret group you found? "Bitch..." you muttered.

There had to be somebody you knew or trusted to help you. What can you do? Who can you trust? After lunch, there were still two more orientation meetings to attend, but the way you were feeling, you weren't exactly up for any more. But it was expected of you, so you brushed yourself off and left your cottage, walking quickly to get there on time.

And to get it over with.