Sex With My Student -PartSeven-

I trailed behind the well built, intimidating man. I wondered where he was leading me to as we travelled in silence through the numerous dead hallways, there was no life in them, and everything was still and silent. It felt extremely different stepping through them, especially different from the stampede of students that charged through them after homeroom earlier. 

    The hallways felt like a maze, a well decorated welcoming maze. I took a second to wonder where he was leading me to as we still remained to travel in silence. I walked only a few meters behind him, but when I tried to even the gap between us he grew slightly apprehensive, stepping fast in front of me. I moving closer again but the sound of my footsteps growing closer he sped one more. Guessing there was no point on trying to catch this strange, obviously feared man up, so I kept a comfortable distance from him and took a chance to think about my day so far.

    I thought of how I was lucky enough to meet my handsome stranger in the first few minutes of this new school.

I thought of Connors opaque brown hair, his flawlessly pale skin and his overly ordinary dress sense, he was so perfect my mind could not mess with any part of him, not even his soothing voice, everything about him remained the same.

 Thinking about him made my mind want to start wondering into a dreamlike state, but I refused to let that happen; I snapped out of thinking of him to concentrate on something else. I looked around and thought this is a chance to admire my new school.

    So this was my first chance to examine my new school; I slowed down my steps completely taking in as much detail as I could before I reached a destination where I would come to a halt.

    The walls were a dull lemon colour which made the halls seems rather relaxed and mellow.

The classroom doors were plain just like many other schools I have attended; they were washed with a simple coat of bleak white paint, accompanied by the typical microscopic glass window which was always placed on the right hand side of the door.  

They were nothing special at all; but something was unique about them which caught my eye. Around every door there was a bright shade of cerulean outing them, making them stick out drawing your attention to them. It was a thick outline of such a luminous colour, it was stimulating and pleasant which made me smile.

    I still wondered aimlessly through the empty hallways, still in my own little word, wondering what was on the other side of each door I passed. I continued walking when my mind tuned back into the moment, I heard no footsteps coming from ahead of me, I shook my head darting my gaze forward, the man had stopped. He stood at the end of a hallway holding an overly large door open; the door was out of place; like it didn’t belong there. Instead of the average small white doors it was a gigantic black mahogany door, as I walked closer I noticed there was carved details of roses in the wood, it was so beautiful and perfect. It was extremely out of place.

    I walked closer to him;

“This way Miss McCarthy” he tilted his head to the left signalling for me to walk through the door he held open for me, then he moved his head upright again. I smiled stepping past him and walking through the door, I glanced at him before walking through and his appearance was odd. His eyes were bleak and sharp, his body was stiff and lean, he was very intimidating.

“Please walk through the door behind the desk, I shall join you in a moment” I pointed his index finger at another door just like the one I has walked through.

    Walking towards the door I quickly scanned the room.

There was a desk in the centre of the room; it matched the door and the six leather chairs on the outskirts of the room. Even though the room was very large it was awfully minimalistic with furniture.

    I placed my hand on the golden handle and pushed with a great amount of force, the door was very difficult to open it was just too large and heavy. The door slowly moved backwards underneath my hand, revealing an even larger room, but it had the same amount of furniture except every piece was larger.

    I walked in and took a seat on one of the chairs. They were amazingly soft and comfortable, I thought the glossy leather was going to feel like stone underneath me but if felt like sitting on cushions of cotton wool. I lent back slightly relaxing when I heard the door slam behind me. I made a sound of shock as I stiffened in my chair.

“Oh I’m sorry Miss. McCarthy I didn’t mean to startle you” the principal said in a professional voice, I heard he’s feet dragging along the dark wood floorings towards his desk. He took a seat in his black leather chair and looked at me still with bleak eyes, I felt some sort of tension growing which held a silence. And then what broke the silence surprised me.

“Welcome to West Beverly Hills High!” he said in an overly enthusiastic voice, it was full with joy and warmth towards me. I couldn’t believe this was coming from a man was started out hard and fearful and which Dylan told me I wouldn’t survive his encounter, to someone who warmed the room, how strange.

“How was your first lesson here?”

“Some what enjoyable, thank you Sir” I smiled slightly

“That’s what I liked to hear” he grinned boldly, guessing my first impression of him being a complete ass was wrong. 

He faced downwards to his desk and started to rummage through a small pile of papers on his desk “Ah here we are” he took three separate pieces of paper then opened his draw and pulled a small vanilla coloured note book.”Here you go” he held them out in front of him for me to take; I leaned in slowly taking the things from his hands “Thank you, what are they?”

“It’s a list of equipment you will need for your classes and your student ID note book” I flicked through the note book

“What’s the note book for?”

“It’s something that will be checked frequently by your teachers at your first few days here. It includes your transcripts, student ID, hall pass and other things of that nature. It’s just something so the teachers know you belong here” he smiled warmly at me, I smiled back nodding.

    We spoke for around fifteen minutes; he was asking me questions about my father’s choice to move to Beverly Hills.

“Not being rude Sir but will I be going to the rest of my lesson? Or is there something else you need to talk with me about” he looked anxious, the corner of his mouth twitched awkwardly as I waited for an answer.

“I was reading your file and I cam across something I am substantially concerned about”

“Which was?” my eyebrows pulled together into a slightly frown waiting for an explanation

“An incident in 2006, regarding a teacher at the school you attended”

    I now knew exactly what he was talking about, I hated this subject. It has been mentioned at every school I’ve attended in the last three years since it’s happened. I felt unstable and unsecure of my emotions, I tried controlling them by taking small breaths

“You see Miss. McCarthy; I am concerned about the well fair of my staff and students. So I would like to ask you a few questions about the incident” I nodded quickly once without even thinking of what I had agreed to, I kept my face expressionless as I waited for the unwanted interrogation to begin.

    He took a deep breath before he began.

“Did you anyway instigate this behaviour of Mr. Medlow in 2006?” I cringed at his name as my body stiffened, I hated that name so much, of my over touchy history teacher.

“No” his expression was impossible to read

“What led to this behaviour then?” I shrugged; trying to worm my way out of this conversation by not answering the questions asked.”Things like this don’t just happen”

“Well it did” I snapped “it just happened” there was a slight pause

“Okay, well I need to know exactly what happened”

“Can’t you just read my file” I rubbed my temple trying to calm my reoccurring thoughts of that day, he shook his head

“I want to hear the story from you, your account of what happened” I looked up at him directly in his eyes

“What if I don’t feel like telling the story?” I waited for him to look away but he stared back strong, his eyes turning bleak again

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, I need to hear this” I scoffed at his reply, so badly I wanted just to get up from the leather chair and walk out of his office, but I knew that would solve nothing. I took a few deep breaths trying to get rid of any emotion in my voice.

“My history teacher” I didn’t even want to speak his name “Tried to assault me. That’s it” I said bitterly trying to cut the conversation, but I could tell his stone eyes were swimming with questions. I grew enormously uncomfortable; he looked down at his desk

“It says here that you assaulted him after a misunderstanding, injuring him severally” I tried to repress a laugh, but it slightly escaped

“There was no misunderstanding, he tried to touch me” my words began to get stuck inside my throat trying to force themselves out.

“No misunderstanding? So you think it was intentional”

“There was no misunderstanding” he looked at me wide eyed “It was intentional, I defended myself. I was provoked”

“What do you mean you were provoked?”

“I was pushed against a desk, provoked so I defended myself”

“So the file is correct when it states you caused the injuries?” I nodded “What were the injuries caused to Mr. Medlow?”

“A cut above two inches above his right eyebrow, a black eye and a headache is all he acquired” I knew his injuries of by heart by now, they were burnt into my memory.

“Oh” he looked back down to my file

“Does it say the injuries I acquired?” he shook his head from side to side “I received a busted lip, a gash in my hand and nail marks on my sides” he spluttered

“Why do you think his injuries were over exaggerated and yours were not added” I gave a small smile shaking my head.

“His wife was the principal; she thought by doing so he wouldn’t be investigated in detail”

“And was it?”

“No, he still teaches today” he shook his head in disgust muttering something I couldn’t make out

“So the information about this is wrong then?” I nodded “I shall correct it then” I smiled widely

“Really?” hope appeared in my voice

“Yes, I believe you’re telling the truth” I sighed in relief leaning back into the chair “Well urhh, thank you for you corporation, but if anything happens here come straight to me!”  his voice was firm and full of authority

“Yes Sir” the atmosphere was completely normal now, the air was no longer thick but we both smiled friendly at each other

 “Thank you again for your insight; I know how tough it must be talking about it”

“Incredibly tough Sir”

“Well” he stood up from his desk “I hope this doesn’t effect your day Miss McCartney. I hope you enjoy the rest of your enrolment here” I felt instantly warmed by his compassion, I stood up also “Good luck with the rest of your lessons, you may now go back” he took my hand and shook is gently, but he gave my hand a slight friendly squeeze.

“Have a nice day Sir” I said letting go and leaving his office

“Thank you” he called out as both the doors closed behind me.

    After I had escaped the tragic questioning and returned back into the hall ways in one piece with my emotions still intact, I felt calmed completely. My day was not going to be ruined by something as small as that, even though it was extremely painful there was no chance of that happening here.

    My breathing was back to normal as I began walking back to my photography class while admiring the halls once again. When I reached my lesson and slipped back in I was instantly greeted by thirty curious eyes which were staring at me before, I was also greeted by Mr. Johnson and his wondering eyes.

“Ah I see you have returned to my lesson Miss. McCarthy, pleasure to have you back” I smiled sweetly at him before walking closely around him, my side brushed his and I heard him exhale loudly, I looked at him and smiled once more then I took my seat next to the bizarrely shocked Dylan.

     Before I had chance to set my bag on the table Dylan gasped at me “You survived?” he was obviously joking around but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice

“Like I said I can look after myself” I smiled at him in a very flirtatious manner, but I didn’t realise until he reacted

“You really are something else aren’t you” he uttered coolly biting down on his lip and moving slightly closer to me, while his eyes were examining me.

“Sure am”

“I want to get to know you more, I want to find out whether you are really something else” I looked at him seriously

“What makes you think I want to get to know you?” he just looked at me with a blank expression slapped on his face, he didn’t get the teasing in my voice.

He wasn’t like Connor, Dylan was too slow. So I sped up his understanding by winking at him and then breaking my eye contact by looking down at my page.

“Guessing you want to get to know me too” I chuckled at him softly

“What do you think, Dylan??” I lowered my tone and spoke slowly dragging his name out slightly, boys found this attractively mysterious, they liked it a lot when whatever was said was left open ended.

    I spent the rest of the lesson acting mysterious, giving one word answers to questions slightly flirting whenever I said something. Dylan was definitely going to be thinking about me tonight.

Even though it was fun acting the way I was, I felt cruel doing so; I wasn’t interested in him remotely.

Another reason I felt cruel for doing this is because I was thinking of something else while doing it.

I was thinking of Connor Wilson

With his brown hair, his flawlessly pale skin and his overly ordinary dress sense...

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