Blame The Player

C H A P T E R | 08

He smiles, chuckles, leans against his desk, and stares at me with gentle eyes. I shift, sensing a weird shift in his behavior.

" No. I have some good news. "

I sigh, relax, and smile.

" Thank goodness. I thought I was in trouble. "

" The paper you gave in passed an excellent mark. So much so that I want to give you another assignment to reach a full eighty. "

My eyes widen.

" How much did I do? "

His smile is kind and his eyes filled with admiration.

" A solid seventy-eight. "

Damn. I've never scored so well on a test for Physics. Videos do help. Madre was right, after all. My heart warms in memory.

" I know it doesn't count on your exams but it could help for when I fight for your grade in the finals. "

He's so sweet for wanting to go this extreme for me. It makes me feel guilty in a sense. All the others studied for a test that won't count but I'm pampered by his attention.

" How could I repay you? " I laugh. " A teacher never went this extreme for my grades. "

When his face dropped into a serious expression, I immediately felt eerie and took a step back. I inhale sharply when his hand glides across my cheek before cupping my chin.

" I can think of a way. "

" What? " I stammered and felt my toes curl and my chest cramp in tension when he rose to tower over me. I shrink, fear gripping my heart.

His thumb slides across my bottom lip and lightly pulls it down. I swallow, head pounding, panic making me dizzy, heart furiously beating, chest aching, body shivering.

" You're a very beautiful lady, Miss Diaz. I've set my gaze on you ever since you walked into my class. I can't help but pursue my liking. Will you fulfill my desire, Miss Diaz? I did score you an eighty. You don't want to disappoint me, do you? "

" N-no, " I choke, tears swelling as my gut twists painfully. I think I'm going to throw up.

I gasp when he circles his arm around me to push me into him, hand groping my butt cheek. Placing my hands against his chest, I attempt my escape but the more I try the tighter his grip becomes. My tears run and sobs roll out of me.

" I need you to be quiet, Miss Diaz. We don't want to attract attention to ourselves, do we? "

I shake my head, starting to feel faint.

" Let go, sir. Please, " I beg.

He tuts and exposes my neck by pushing my hair aside. I cry harder, struggling against him.

" I will drop your grade, little girl, " he hisses in my ear, a chill evoking goose pimples, " Now stand still. "

My arms go numb, my head screaming at me and my heart begging. Disgust, humiliation, shame, and pain intensified the grip on my chest. I shut my eyes and cry silently when his lips secure around my skin on my neck, making his way up to my jaw. When I reject him, he grabs my jaw and I cry when his fingernails put a painful pressure on my skin. He continues his assault on my skin, enhancing revulsion to upset my stomach.

I start to gag and this puts a hold on what he's doing. He steps back, hands gripping my biceps and face edged in concern.

" Are you a little nauseous? "

I slap away his hands and shudder, making a move to stride out of here. My yelp echos when he snatches ahold of my wrist and glares at me.

" If anyone finds out, I'll guarantee your expulsion. "