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.


11. Chapter 10

"H-he can hear us?" I stuttered. Seriously?
He lifted his phone up.

Clearly, the words could be seen

'Adam Clark' in the contacts log.
"2 minutes ago.."

He grinned. "He called, apparently."
"How come I didn't realize that he called?"
He stood up, fixing his shirt, and messing his hair. "Well, you were sobbing, you probably didn't realize I was pressing something on my iPhone. I put it on speaker."

I sighed, lying down on the bed.
He smiled. "Relax, this is a part of my plan."
"It better be good."
He just smiled, and nodded.

"You're leaving?" I asked.
He took his phone on my bed, "Yeah."
I followed him out, switching off the lights behind me.
"You're escorting me out?" He winked.
"I need a walk, badly."
"Want me to follow?"
"Nah, you should go."

He held my shoulder, easing me.
"It's okay. He shouldn't be bullying you now."
I just smiled, following him out of the house. I can only hope, Chase.

As he walked away, I could feel bad vibes.
Trusting my guts, I quickly walked away before someone gripped hard on my arm.
Told ya.

In a swift motion, he pulled me, basically dragging me away.
I yelped in pain. Pinning me on a car, he trapped me with his arms on my sides.
"You." A face that has been spoken about many times today, Adam.

Both of my hands was on his chest, pushing him away. Trying to.
"It hurts." He whispered.
"Oh how the tables have turned."
His puzzled look came in contact, as I said those words.
"Remember how I used to say that?"
He sighed. "Look, Nat."
"You are in no position to be calling me that now."

He pressed no more force on me as he let go. I had the chance to ran, but for some reasons, I didn't.

"Why are you here anyway?"
He rolled his eyes, leaning on his car. "Like you're not used to it."
"That's your problem, you know."
He eyed me. "We've been friends for a long time, Nat. You should have known that I love to follow people around."
I looked down, "Friends?" I whispered.
"A friend doesn't hurt one another, Adam."
He was silence. The whole atmosphere was awkward.
I rolled up my sleeve. "If we were 'friends', you wouldn't do this." I pointed at the scars.

He bent down in front of me, examining my arm. He gripped on it gently, only to gasp.
Before he could open his mouth to reply, I continued to talk.
"Adam, 'friends' wouldn't be close to a person, pretending to be friends, and hurt, abuse them soon after that."
He kept his contact my with my arm..
"It's not like you would understand, right?" I smiled sarcastically.
With slow, yet a stern voice, he spoke up. "Shut up."
I was used to this. Him asking me to be quiet, while he does irresponsible things to me.

He stood at the same level as me, as he took a step closer.
His hands moved from my arm, to my face, soothingly rubbing my cheeks.

He noticed I was too vulnerable and weak to defend myself, his hands snaked to the back of my head and gently pushed it on his chest.
As he was taller than me, he placed his chin on my head.

"You wouldn't know this." He whispered.
I closed my eyes. He was right, I am too weak.
A few seconds passed after another whisper came from his lips.

"I love you."




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