Truth Behind Those Specs

Question After Question

Max took a fast turn when heading towards the bathroom. Not even putting focus on her surroundings to the point of leading herself to be knocked over by the last person she would ever want to bump into. The teen rubbed her head, trying to lessen the tension in her head while looking up. Once she noticed who it was, a deep sigh escaped.

"Prescott..." She groaned with annoyance.

"What the fuck, Caulfield?! Watch where you're going!" Nathan gripped his head, glaring at Max with a growl, "Christ..." A sigh escaped while he stood up, slicking his hair back.

"You're one to talk, Prescott!" Max bit back, rushing up, "You never look where you're going. So stop bitching about something so little."

"Whatthefuckever, Caulfield!" Nathan didn't back down, "Stop being all high and mighty, fucking hipster freak!"

"Whatever, Prescott." Max responded with a sharp tone, "I have no time for an asshole like you." She passed by him, nudging him against the wall without thinking twice.

"Uh-uh! No! You have no fucking right to talk to a Prescott like that!" He gripped onto her arm, placing her against the lockers, slamming his hands on both sides of her, pinning her with anger boiling up inside him, "Why in such a hurry, huh?" He was inches away from her face, glaring menacingly.

"It's none of your business." She glared back, trying to not expose her sudden fear building up by the cause of both excitement from earlier and her anxiousness by the flare in Nathan's eyes.

"Once you start a scene with a Prescott, there's no turning back." His voice became sharp as he placed his hand along side Max's neck, "So start talking!" His anger increased.

Max gave him a dirty look, trying her damnedest not to back down. She tried to think of a way to escape. Though with the grip he had on her and her mind still boggled with questions. The first thing that left her lips was an unpredictable question.

"What is Mr. Jefferson's relation towards one of the students attending this school?" She asked without thinking twice.

"What the fuck...?" It made Nathan loosen his grip and take a step back, baffled by the sudden question, "Why the hell are you asking some shit ass like that?"

"You wanted to know why I was in a hurry, now I'd like to know the same, Prescott." Her glare never vanished, "I'd like to know why you're still on school grounds. I thought you'd be the type to stay as far away as you could from school."

"It's none of your goddamn business, Caulfield!" His tone increased again as he clenched his hands tightly, showing Max she hit a nerve.

"Let me go then!" She shoved him aside, putting effort into escaping.

"Why the fuck do you care about that damn teacher of yours? Huh?" Nathan placed his hand against the wall, stopping Max in her tracks, "Do I happen to hear jealousy in that tone of yours, little miss teachers pet?"

"Wh-What?! N-No! Of course not!" She went straight into denial.

"Uh-huh, sure. Your voice says a lie, but your expression sure shows the truth." He chuckled with amusement, "So, why the red face, Caulfield? Huh? You wish Mr. Jefferson would do the same thing to you as he does to one of the girls at our school?"

Nathan inched closer to her, whispering against her ear. It was as if he was raising her tension for his own entertainment. A look of amusement was exposed on his face. It looked as though it reached the point to him wanting to continue.

"You wish he would touch you like he does to his student? You wish he would give you as much pleasure as he does to that woman? You wish he would use the same roughness? The same dominance? The same control he does to such a student?" He gave her an evil glare with a scuff, "Please, as if a man like him would go after a woman like you. Hell, you're no woman at all. You're just a simplistic girl no man would take a second glance towards. Not even your damn teacher."

Nathan laughed under his breath as he backed away and turned. It hit so many nerves that Max felt a pierce go straight through her chest. She didn't know how to take it. The teen was bewildered by her emotions.

"I suggest you keep your distance away from him when it comes to after school hours if you want to stay as his 'favorite' student." He chuckled, beginning to walk off, heading towards the direction Max was coming from.

"What the fuck...?" Max murmured to herself, trying not to lose her cool, "What a fucking dick..." She clenched her hands tightly, hoping it would lessen her anger.

A sigh escaped her lips while she loosened all of her muscles. Easing both her anger and pain. The teen shook her head, clearing her mind before doing anything else. Confusion, anger, even slight jealousy swarmed inside her when clearing her head. It didn't help. She rubbed the back of her neck, looking down with a groan as if defeated by such pathetic words given to her by the asshole of all assholes.

"Okay Max, everything's cool. There's no reason to react like this. Just stay cool." She inhaled deeply then exhaled slowly, "That asshole is known to stir up shit just like that queen bitch. Nothing personal nor serious. Just... just keep calm."

The adolescent leaned against the wall, trying to forget what Nathan stated not long ago. Though she put as much effort to erase it from her mind, it kept striking her in both the chest and mind of what if Nathan was right? What if she is the type not to look at twice? What if--?!

"What the fuck?! No! No! I shouldn't even see him as anything other than a teacher!" The teen slapped herself out of stupidity, "Nuh-uh! No! He's nothing more than just... just a teacher..." She covered her face, suddenly feeling a deep pain stab her through the chest.

The adolescent didn't understand herself. She felt like she was further and further away from answers. The teen felt there were going to be no answers given to her. Leaving her into nothing, but dust. It anguished her, but what else was there to help her figure out her hormones? How is she supposed to figure out such complex questions that probably don't even have answers?

"Fuck this..." She stood up and was about to reach the bathrooms, but something stopped her in her tracks, "Wait... why was Nathan heading towards the classroom?"

Max realized a little too late. But in enough time to head back to see Nathan hold out his camera. He was getting ready to take pictures of the obscene action going on in the class.

"What the fuck are you doing, Prescott?!" She rushed towards Nathan, about to take the camera out of his hands, "Why the hell are you doing something so low?!"

"Get out of the way, Caulfield!" Nathan dodged her and snapped a few pictures before Max could even take away his camera, "This is none of your goddamn business!" Once he could get as many as he could, he pushed her to the ground and rushed out of the school.

"Nathan Prescott!!" Without a second thought, she shouted loudly enough for Mr. Jefferson and the mysterious woman to hear her from the other end.

"Max...?" Max jolted and froze once she heard a familiar voice approach her from behind, "Why are you still here?"

The teen couldn't turn around even if she wanted to. She could barely breathe. She could barely do anything. The adolescent tried to slowly turn, but before she even tried, she felt a hand land on her shoulder. Once she felt the big warm hand land on her, she felt completely paralyzed. All she could do was barely respond in an embarrassed tone.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Jefferson...?"