The Obsession of Mr. Nicholas

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Moving back into her old town 17 year old Savannah Brooke transferred into a new high school secretly hoping no one would remember her from her crazy days but unfortunate for her a certain someone does and this certain someone is not just anyone.

All Savannah wants is to get through this school year but with her attitude and an English teacher with a weird obsession don't mix....
Summary sucks please read :)


3. I Am A Free Woman And You Sir Can Go Fuck Yourself

I casually walk to Mr. Nicholas's classroom for that detention. Something is not right here he seriously could've got me with the stuck but he didn't even the teachers' at the Christian Academy wouldn't have put up with any of that they would have already locked me in a closet. And those eyes, I know I've seen them before is it possible he worked at my old school? Ugh, I can't remember a thing this is why you don't do drugs.

I mentally sigh reaching his room I see a woman standing in front of his desk, "Congrats on being Mr. Ferguson's replacement, how does it feel being a full-time English teacher?" She chatted.

Ethan is not going to like that.

"Good." His response was short like he wasn't in the mood to talk.

I annoyingly knocked on the door gaining their attention as I walked in.

"You must be Savannah, I'm Principal Constance. I expected more out of you being the new student." She spoke in slight disappointment.

Woman, have you seen my records?

"Sorry to disappoint." I sustain an eye roll.

"Just don't make a habit of it," She pulled up her sleeve looking at her watch, "I better get going." She left the room closing the door behind her.

Who the hell closes a door on a male teacher and female student?

"Miss Brooke glad to see you showed." He stood out of his chair turning to his whiteboard and started writing. He looks calm, too calm well, that's about to change.

"I would've skipped but there seems to be a maniac around with a yardstick." His marker paused I could see him tense up. I mentally did a happy dance.

"If there wasn't a bitchy little student maybe there wouldn't be a maniac."

My mouth dropped, shots fired son.

He looked at me and smirked, "Take a seat."

I walked to the front desk plopping in the same seat from class I glared at him more like his back. So he's going to push my buttons too huh let's go, big boy.

"So what's my punishment? Get on my knees and pray? Say five Hail Mary's? Come on dude don't keep me in suspense." I sarcastically question him.

He turned facing me I looked at what he wrote on the whiteboard.

'I will not speak rudely out of tongue. Mr. Nicholas will give me permission to speak and I shall speak with respect.'

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I muttered shaking my head, this guy has lost it.

"You will write a hundred sentences of these words on a sheet of paper." He ordered.

"And if I don't?" I teased.

"A hundred will turn into thousands. Get to writing." He snapped.

I sigh bringing out my notebook I write 'I am a free woman and you sir can go fuck yourself'

Nothing in the cage of my ribcage
Got no heart to break, like it that way
Nothing in the cage of my ribcage
Emptiness is safe, keep it that way

I mentally slapped myself as John's ringtone played. After school we exchanged numbers and he set his own ringtone and I completely forgot to turn the volume off.

"Bring it here." Mr. Nicholas ordered.

"Whoa easy look I'll just turn the volume off or the phone itself if that would be better." I really don't want this hot scary teacher to take my baby.

He slammed his hand on his desk, his green eyes piercing, "I told you to bring the phone to me and that's exactly what you'll do. You better start obeying me, Miss Brooke." He barked at me holding his hand for my phone.

I reluctantly stood, "Can we talk about this? I mean it's not the end of the world here."

He glared at me getting impatient, "Savannah." He warned.

He said my name. It sounds so sexy coming from him, of course, it does the man makes my ovaries explode just by looking at him.

I slowly handed him my phone my hand touched his. I felt a little rush from the contact.

"Password?" He asked looking at the screen.

I stared at him shocked, I mean I should've seen it coming it is him after all but there has to be a boundary, "You can't go through my phone."

He stood making me freeze in my spot as he leaned over his desk closing the distance between us, "Listen here Savannah when I ask you obey," He spoke dangerously low bringing his face closer, close enough his mouth was near my ear, "I will warn you, I'm someone you don't want to disobey now I will ask again, what is the password?" His hot breath tickled my ear. His fingertips gently rubbing up and down my arm making me very distracted. This was hot, way too hot. I closed my eyes my breathing became uneven, he's barely touching me, why am I so turned on?

"Savannah?" He huskily whispered.

I swallowed hard, "0120." I gave him my password to my phone.

I snapped my eyes open realizing what I have done I GAVE HIM MY PASSWORD TO MY PHONE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?

Mr. Nicholas was already seated going through my phone. I touched my forehead, how could I do that? I just gave in, shit he might as well start snapping his fingers whenever he wants me to do whatever he wants. 

But that sexual tension though, holy shit.

"Miss Brooke, you may continue with your work."

I rolled my eyes coming back to reality, "May I? Sounds like such a privilege, sir." I sarcastically mumbled returning to my seat.

I didn't bother with the words, what's the point? I just sat there watching him go through my phone. His lips went into a thin line as he was reading something that didn't amuse him. That reminded me, I wonder what John texted about.

Once he was finished he locked my lock screen, "You may leave now, turn in your work."

I acted shocked, "What? Are you kidding me? I can leave this shitty ass classroom? Holy hell it's a miracle!" I sarcastically said standing ripping out the paper I wrote on putting my notebook in my messenger bag. I watched him clench his jaw narrowing his eyes at me.

I crumpled up the paper throwing the ball at him I snagged my phone off his desk walking over to the door I turned to him faking a smile, "Have a nice day Mr. Fuckolas." I quickly left the room seeing him grab the yardstick I wasn't wanting to stick around to find out what he was going to do with it.

After running like a bat out of hell I was in front of my house. Ben walked out crossing his arms, "Where have you been?"

I walked up the steps getting past him into my house ignoring his question, he's so annoying.

"I asked you a question." He snapped closing the door behind us.

"Why are you in my house? And why is my booze in a box? What are you doing?" I glared at him walking to the bar all my babies are tightly packed in a box.

"I'm taking them you don't need to have alcohol in this house. You're not old enough."

"Get out of my house!" I yelled at him pointing to the door, "Out! Out! Out!"

"Whatever Savannah." He grabbed the box leaving my house slamming the door behind him.

Great, there goes my booze.

I sighed tossing my backpack beside the tv I went upstairs to my bedroom changing into my pjs.

Nothing in the cage of my ribcage
Got no heart to break, like it that way
Nothing in the cage of my ribcage
Emptiness is safe, keep it that way

I grab my phone off my nightstand reading what John texted.

Johnny Boy
Did u get my text earlier?

There was nothing as if it's been deleted. Why would he delete John's message?

No, I'm afraid I didn't, what did it say?

Keeping it simple.

Johnny Boy
It said I'm missing those fine ass legs(;

😂😂 never getting out of that friend zone

I set my phone down pulling back the covers to my bed I felt exhausted. Questions from earlier swirled my mind. I need information and who knows information? Evan. Hopefully, he'll know something.

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