My Bully Teacher

"Let me go." I whispered, pain taking over me.
He leaned in, causing more force on me. "Over my dead body."

It won't be the same for Natara Hayes. Especially, when the bully you used to despised 5 years ago, becomes your teacher.


2. Chapter 1

"Nat." A voice spoke from behind.
I turned, revealing Chase.
A smile crawled up to my lips, and in an instant, I hugged him.

"Someone has been missing me badly." He chuckled.
I hit him playfully, "Who wouldn't?"
He kissed my cheek, "I missed you too."

"You missed him only?" Another voice spoke up.
A long-haired brunette appeared, and so I did the same thing with Chase.
"I haven't seen you in like- years!"

Chase groaned, "God. It's only been a month. Women." He muttered the last part.
I rolled my eyes, ignoring Chase.
"Oh- oh! There's a new teacher this year, apparently people are saying he's hot." The young woman squeals in excitement.
Chase gave her a glare, "For god's sake, it's just a new teacher."
"A new, hot teacher." She corrected.
"Oh come on Emily. I'm with Chase here. I'm sure he's not that hot." I replied.
Chase laughed. "I'm sure I'm hotter."

Emily just stared at Chase in disgust. "You? Please, I wouldn't date you even if you pay me."
"I'm not talking about dating!"
"Anyway, what subject is he handling?"
She paused for a while. "English? I think."
"Oh- Mr. Robins moved away last summer, right? They needed a substitution." Chase said.
I only nodded, agreeing with Chase.
Emily laughed, "I wonder if the girls in his class will fail. They will swoon over him."
"Good. I'll have a chance to shine in class." I said, getting ready for class.
"You will- too."
Chase cut me off, "Natara? Everyone knows she's not the fall-in-love-with-the-really-hot-teacher type. She's pure."
I just nodded in agreement.

The bell rang, hinting that the first period will start soon.
"Oh god. My class is at the next block. See you guys later at lunch!" Chase shouted, running off.
Me and Emily parted ways too, to our separate classes.

I entered the class, filled with students, boys, and girls. It was full- and loud.
I picked the middle spot, probably the only spot that is not taken.

Everyone kept their silences when a muscular voice echoes around the classroom.
Me, who was busy writing my name on my textbook, was probably the only one who was distracted.
"Take your seats."

Whispers were filling the room, and I just chose to ignore it.
"As I am aware of, I'm Adam Clark. I would prefer it if you'd call me Mr. Clark. And I'll be your English Teacher for your whole senior year."

Adam Clark?
I looked up.
Facing a face I wouldn't want to face ever, ever again.
The face of my old bully.

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