Hold Me Tighter - Lashton (UNDER MAJOR Editing)

*Pt. 2*

"Hey it's going to be ok," I heard and felt him rubbing my back soothingly.

It felt weird yet comforting and made me calm down a bit honestly.

I took in a few uneasy breaths trying to calm myself not wanting to have an anxiety attack in public, and especially not in front of this Luke guy. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't into this guy, not like I love him or anything because who can love someone that you literally just met. I felt kind of attracted to him none the less, but yet again he kind of gave off this annoying attitude that kind of threw me off.

"Hey, I'll help you get caught up." I heard Luke say to me softly trying not to get Mr.Samuels' attention back towards us.

"Thanks but, I don't need your help," I said kind of rude shrugging off his hand but, hey how could this day get any worse?

"I insist doll." He spoke again and I looked up seeing this smirk plastered on his face.

I rolled my eyes a bit and sighing "Look I don't need any help... Thank You." I said again with an attitude effect to the 'thank you'.

"Hmm, a bit sassy are we?" I heard again, his voice was laced with dominance.

By now I was just beyond over and fed up with this day. I sighed just about ready to cry again because I was just done. I took in a slow and steady breath knowing that now this Luke guy probably hates me too. I grabbed out my math papers from yesterday and my book. I was pretty good at math, but today I was just out of it. I struggled through math and then the bell rang, great first period is over. I quickly gather my things before getting up to leave the class, being last of course because I wouldn't even think of cutting in front of anyone. Right before I can even get a foot out the door I hear Mr.Samuels' unmistakable voice.

"Mr.Irwin, I do believe we agreed that you'd talk to me after class." His voice was stern and cold.

He was one of those teachers who believed in discipline and that's the only way that anyone around here would listen. Although this is a school that revolves around BDSM teachers have little to no authority to do so to the students. Yet again they are allowed to do things, just not what a normal BDSM discipline punishment would be. I took in an uneasy breath and turned around, today was just not my day what-so-ever.

"Yes sir," I said quietly.

"Well, Ashton would you mind shutting the door and telling me what the reason was as to why you might have been tardy?" He said.

I sighed, knowing there was no way that I was going to be on time for the next class either because knowing me I'll tell the truth because I just can't lie. Also knowing Mr.Samuels, he will probably send me to the counselors and or principals claiming he 'cares' about me, when I know darn well that he couldn't care less. I sigh knowing that I won't make it out of this one, slowly I draw in a deep breath.

"I- I was held up by someone," I mumbled not lying, but not entirely telling the whole story.

Wish a long and deep sigh from Mr.Samuels signaling me that he knew that, that wasn't the full story, but none the less he waved his hand.

"Very well then Ashton, But as you know that we as a formal school and we have strict rules here." He said firmly before taking a short pause adding,

"And even more strict rules against violence." He spoke and I quickly shoved my sleeve down which concealed my bruised arm.

"Yes, sir I-I'm well aware, I'm sorry for my absence earlier." I shifted my bag on my arm slightly so it didn't lay so heavily on the bruised part of my arm.

With another sigh, Mr.Samuels spoke again,

"Very well then," He shifted towards a stack of late excuse slips that sat upon his desk. After scribbling down a few things down on it and signing it, he handed the slip to me which I took with a quiet 'thank you, sir.'