I trudged into fifth period class. Sometimes I question myself on why I became friends with Jenna in 3rd grade. Was I just that desperate for a friend? No, she was gentle, sweet, and supporting in 3rd grade. We literally did everything together. I was ready to slip into my seat when I noticed pieces of gum sticking on it. I glared at the group of jocks who were laughing and high fiving each other in satisfaction.
Mr. Philips, my English teacher, strode in with his booming voice “Alright class, please take a seat. In YOUR seat Mr. Williams” Mr. Philips addressed to Connor who plotted himself right next to Courtney, one of Jenna’s posse members.
Mr. Philips whipped out his chalk and wrote on the board: Nouns and Pronouns
“Now class we all know what both noun and pronouns mean. However, this is just review for this year’s lesson. So today I- Miss Santel is there a problem?” Mr. Philips paused in mid-sentence and gestured towards my seat.
I fidgeted and bowed my head in embarrassment. All eyes were on me and I could hear some of the students snickering.
“My seat is covered with gum” I mumbled
Mr. Philips frowned “Excuse me?”
“My seat is covered with gum Mr. Philips” I spoke louder
The teacher opened his mouth to respond only to get cut off by the sudden eruption of laughter. My face was steaming with shame as everyone continue laugh at me.
“Enough of this nonsense” Mr. Philips shouted “Who covered Miss Santel’s seat with gum?” The teachers’ eyes narrowed when he noticed Connor holding his stomach with tears in his eyes from laughing “So you think it’s funny to violate school property? Detention for you Mr. Williams”
Connor mouth gaped “It wasn’t even me!”
“No excuses Mr. Williams” And with that the teacher ordered me to go and bring a seat from the storage room. I heard Connor scowl and shoot me a dirty look before I left the room. I scurried down the hall, not wanting to test Mr. Philips patience. I eventually found the storage closet and lifted one of the empty seats. Mr. Philips is a gentleman. He knows about my bullying problem and stands up for me when the others pull pranks on me. Unlike other teachers who would just lecture me and don’t even attempt to put a stop to all the bullying.
I faltered at my English room. Through the small window, I see Mr. Philips shaking his head in disappoint and I can make out the words: Irresponsible, Uncalled for, bullying, and immature.
I was tempted to leave and wander around the hallways; however, Mr. Philips already took notice of me standing outside the door. He gave me a warm smile and gestured me to come in. I took a shaky breath and shuffled in, back slumped. I noticed the class was glaring at me, especially Connor. He got up and skulked towards me, his eyes filled with rage. I gulped and glanced at Mr. Philips who gave me an assuring look.
Connor came to halt and looked down at his feet “I’m sorry” he spat
“It’s okay” I whispered
“I hope you learned a lesson class” And with that, Mr. Philips turned to his chalkboard.
“You’re dead meat bitch” Connor spoke dangerously in a low voice.
My heart clenched. I turned away from him and ignored his threat. I positioned my seat under my desk and took a seat.
Welcome to my usual days in school.
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The bell ranged for sixth period, lunch. I headed towards my locker glumly. I pulled out my lunch and regretted instantly for wasting my favorite soda on that slut. A loud sigh erupted from my mouth and I slammed my locker shut. I began to turn on my heel when two hands shot out on either side of me. My breath hitched and my head shot towards the culprit. Damien. Shit.
"Oh so you’re the one who drenched my girlfriend with soda" Damian smirked "I have to thank you for that I got a really good show"
One word
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"And what are you going to do? Lecture me to death?" I joked weakly.
"No but I’ll have to punish you" I caught a glint of lust in his eyes "It’s a disappointment that you’re not attractive” he sighed
"Gee thanks I guess" so he’s going to insult me?
"But you shall do" he grinned wickedly
"Wait wha-" I was cut off when he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.
He kissed me on my chest then slowly up my neck. My breath hitched and I stared in awe as he made his way to my jaw line. His tongue darted out, dragging it up from my jaw to the tip of my ear. He breathed his hot air in my ear, chuckling darkly.
"You’re my slave now" he whispered into my ear
His breath tickled my ear making me shiver and-
Wait what?'
"Your slave?!" I sputtered "I’m not your play toy! Get off me!"
I kick his legs, struggling to get free from his grasp. This is completely unnecessary. I’m reasonable with him humiliating me in front of everyone or lecturing me, but being used for his sick twisted pleasures is not a punishment. That is motherfucking molestation. I glared at him, spitting out as many foul words that came in mind.
He chuckled darkly as he freed me from his grasp "see you around my slave"
I let out a low growl “I’m not your play toy asshole”
He gave me a sly grin as he strolled away from me.
I cupped my cheek, still feeling the sensation I got when he kissed me there.
And so the games begin.
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