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.


14. Chapter 13

Flipping through the pages, not really paying attention to the books, I sat there quietly in the library.
Why the library? After school, I usually just go straight home or hang out with my friends.
But after everything that has happened, I think sitting someplace peaceful would help.

I turned off my phone, and slowly closing my eyes, finally trying to breathe a little, placing my head on the table, trying to nap.
I heard a chair being pulled in front of me, which is a sign of someone sitting directly in front of me, observing me, thus ruining my peaceful nap. I sighed.

I looked up.

It was some random guy.

Leaving him to sit there, I continued my nap.
It was quiet for a while, until he tapped on the table.

Well, what a peaceful 15 seconds.
He tapped once, but I ignored it.
But then he tapped again. Annoyed, I looked up.

"Can you not?" I whispered, still realizing I was in a library.
He smirked. "Don't be like that."
I rolled my eyes and balanced a book in between us, hoping for him to go away.

He tipped the pointed end of the book, causing it to stumble down on me.
Really, no where can offer me a silent day for once?

I stood up, deciding to change seats, but before I could properly stand up, he grabbed my wrist, not to mention tightly.

"Go away." I demanded.
He smirked. "Sit down girly."
I yelped in pain, biting my lips.
I twisted my wrist, hoping his hand will let go but that fooled me.
Giving up, I sat back down.

"Now what do you want?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Woah, manners, girly."
I tapped my fingers on the table patiently, waiting for him to continue.
He took the hint, "And patience."

"Anyway," He dragged, being serious.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"

I widened my eyes at his sudden question.
I coughed. "I don't even know your name, and you asked me to be your girlfriend?"
He leaned closer, "I'm Jaxon. And I don't mean 'real girlfriend', girly."
I raised my eyebrow. 
He continued, "Look, I need to make someone jealous. Just please?" He begged.
"Why can't you find someone else?"
"No one wants to help me!"
"What makes you think I want to?"
He paused. "Please?"
I sighed. "And who's supposed to get jealous, again?"
"Just a friend." He smiled.

Our conversation dragged along, until we reached the point where I gave up, completely.

"Alright, you need to pretend you're my girlfriend, it's easy."
"Until when?"
"Until I say so."
I fixed my hair, "Don't you think you can boss me around now, okay?"

"Anyway, you need to promise that you will tell no one about this. Not even your best friends, not even your parents or anyone."
I nodded. He wasn't bad looking, he was quite attractive, but he wasn't quite my type.

With a louder tone, he spoke up. "Alright girlfriend."
I rolled my eyes, waiting for him to continue.
"I'll send you back home." He winked.
We both stood up, walking away from the table.

He walked closer to me, hands locking with mine.
It was uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it in a short while.
Walking outside of the school library, I felt someone eyeing me.

All of the sudden Jaxon grabbed my chin and pulled my to him, placing me on his lips.

I was stunned at first, wanting to push him away. He was dominant, though.
We were still directly in front of the library.
He deepened the kiss, looking so into it.

When he let go, he just lead me into his car.
In the car, I really wished I didn't look out the window.
Because I swear, he was there.
He was looking at both of us.
He saw me.


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