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I spent the first two periods avoiding sitting, and though my words were meaningless- not following my supposed lesson plan for the day at all- students didn’t seem to notice as they bitterly went over the chapter I’d assigned.
The bell rang and I let out a shaky breath as students filed out quickly. I had a ten minute break before I’d have to return to the classroom- and face Brendon.
My thoughts had been so mixed, my mind completely focused on the dull ache coming from my ass. I hadn’t been able to think of what I was going to do, or of what Brendon wanted from me. All I knew was that he had an anger problem and I’d better not deny him again until I had a plan.
There were no other students in the classroom and I was just about to leave when the door opened and Brendon walked in, his smile growing as he spotted me. “Ms. Taylor.” He set a Starbucks cup on my desk, and I stared at it hesitantly.
He laughed, “I didn’t drug it or anything. It’s a Caramel Cappuccino.”
I looked away from it, glancing at Brendon. “Why?” And how did he know that was my favorite?
“Do I need a reason to do something nice?” Brendon asked, leaning forward.
I leaned back, just as his lips were about to brush against mine. “We’re in a public place Brendon.” I hissed, nervously glancing towards the door.
Brendon frowned, “We were earlier too, and that didn’t stop me.”
There was a threat behind his words, unhidden. “I’m sorry- I just don’t want to lose my job.” Some part of him had to understand that.
Brendon smiled, “It’s still your favorite, right?”
“Yes.” I took another look at the drink. “It is. How did you know that?”
“I do my research.” Brendon replied, grinning.
The bell rang again and I jumped, startled. Had ten minutes really already gone by? Brendon sat in front, which was unusual for him. His eyes were glued to mine as I took a small drink of the delicious cappuccino.
The drink soothed my nerves and soon enough it was almost half way finished so I decided to slow down, setting it on my desk as the last of the students filed in and the last bell was heard. “Good afternoon.” I smiled, in the friendliest way possible, as I felt Brendon’s eyes burn in to me. “How was everyone’s vacation?” That ought to distract them momentarily.
I absentmindedly turned through a few pages of my lesson plan just to avoid looking up and catching Brendon’s eyes trained on me. I could feel him staring; I didn’t want to see it too.
“Great.” I said, after a few minutes. “I’m glad to hear that everyone had fun. I don’t want to jump in to school work immediately…” I heard the collective sighs of relief, which all ended upon my next directive. “Instead I’m going to start you all off with a little reading. So everyone please take out your text books… We are going to do a little reading on romance, and how truly awful it’s beauty can be.” I had a lot in mind for Romeo and Juliet but right now it all escaped me, and I knew I sounded like an idiot… not like the English teacher I was supposed to be. My first year was going to go straight down the drain if Brendon continued to get under my skin.
I heard some minor excitement from a couple of girls, whereas all the boys sighed, mumbling incoherently.
Once characters were assigned, with Brendon as Romeo, we only had one more character left. Juliet. “Why don’t you be Juliet Ms. Taylor?” Brendon asked, boldly staring in to my eyes.
“I…” I swallowed hard, “How about Chelsea? Chelsea, you were raising your hand weren’t you?” I asked, directing my attention to a small framed blonde haired girl in the second row.
“No.” It turned out she wasn’t.
“Looks like you’re my Juliet, Ms. Taylor.” Brendon said, quite smugly.
I wasn’t even in charge in my classroom. Brendon had control where control was needed. I watched as the class fell silent at his words, all agreeing simultaneously.
Falling in to the role of Juliet was easier than Brendon could know. It wasn’t like I was new to toxic relationships, after all.
**
After third period Brendon disappeared from my day, and I taught in peace no longer frightened of his arrival. It was comforting, to fall in to my lesson plans as they were written. It was nice to ask students questions, and get honest answers in return. It reminded me of why I wanted to be a teacher in the first place, and why the pictures Brendon had of me were so important.
I could offer him money, though I had none. He had more money than I did. All of the students here did. It was a private school, for the wealthy. That idea was out…
I could beg him to destroy the photographs, and live in fear for the rest of my life…
I could threaten him in return, but with what?
“Ms. Taylor?” I glanced up, to see a young girl holding a folded letter in her trembling hands. She looked like a freshman, completely terrified of her surroundings.
“Yes?”
“This is for you.” She set the letter on my desk, but I didn’t even look at it.
“Thank you.” I smiled kindly at her as she rushed from the room.
The classroom had glanced up as a whole but once the girl scurried out their attention fell back to their cell phones, pretending they were reading their books. I hadn’t been out of school long enough to forget what students really did, but today I was too distracted to really care and the letter grabbed the remaining amount of attention I had for the day.
Christian,
I’ll meet you outside at 3:45 PM. I’ll be giving you a ride home, so that we can talk… or you know, do other things. I’m sure we’ll figure it out together.
Yours truly,
B.
**
He was crossing every single line that had ever been laid down between students and teachers, and he was enjoying himself immensely. I was sure of it.
The way his eyes undressed me in class… and the way I’d undressed in front of him before class… The feel of his warm hand as he spanked me, gently then roughly, leaving behind a stinging sensation.
Now he wanted more.
How much would be enough?
I nervously glanced at the clock, which read 3:40.
School ended at 3:15, and there weren’t any students left… nor any teachers that I was aware of. I was grading papers that had been assigned and turned in before break. I had just reached Brendon’s but I quickly tucked it to the back of the papers, not wanting to think of him… though I was going to be meeting him soon enough.
I didn’t want to get up though.
I didn’t want to have to make the decision, and I didn’t want to know what my choice would be.
Lose my job or lose myself.
It was that easy, it just wasn’t easy at all.
Damn Brendon.
Damn photographs.
I was young and dumb, and still was. How could I let this happen? I was supposed to be in control! Though I had no control, none at all.
The next time I looked at the clock it was 3:50 PM.
I quickly put the papers away in my desk, only having a few more to finish. I grabbed my bag and headed towards the door, taking my time.
I wasn’t going to rush to my demise.
**
(A/N: WARNING: There is a rape scene coming up- Did I categorize this under romance? My bad. It will be a hot/cold type of romance, with twists and turns and minds changing constantly but yes… There will be rape, since it’s a blackmail type of thing. Brendon’s character is hot then cold. Just giving a heads up, since I completely understand if anyone doesn’t want to read that. I appreciate the reviews, btw! If I continue to get good feedback then I will update as quickly as I possibly can!)
The bell rang and I let out a shaky breath as students filed out quickly. I had a ten minute break before I’d have to return to the classroom- and face Brendon.
My thoughts had been so mixed, my mind completely focused on the dull ache coming from my ass. I hadn’t been able to think of what I was going to do, or of what Brendon wanted from me. All I knew was that he had an anger problem and I’d better not deny him again until I had a plan.
There were no other students in the classroom and I was just about to leave when the door opened and Brendon walked in, his smile growing as he spotted me. “Ms. Taylor.” He set a Starbucks cup on my desk, and I stared at it hesitantly.
He laughed, “I didn’t drug it or anything. It’s a Caramel Cappuccino.”
I looked away from it, glancing at Brendon. “Why?” And how did he know that was my favorite?
“Do I need a reason to do something nice?” Brendon asked, leaning forward.
I leaned back, just as his lips were about to brush against mine. “We’re in a public place Brendon.” I hissed, nervously glancing towards the door.
Brendon frowned, “We were earlier too, and that didn’t stop me.”
There was a threat behind his words, unhidden. “I’m sorry- I just don’t want to lose my job.” Some part of him had to understand that.
Brendon smiled, “It’s still your favorite, right?”
“Yes.” I took another look at the drink. “It is. How did you know that?”
“I do my research.” Brendon replied, grinning.
The bell rang again and I jumped, startled. Had ten minutes really already gone by? Brendon sat in front, which was unusual for him. His eyes were glued to mine as I took a small drink of the delicious cappuccino.
The drink soothed my nerves and soon enough it was almost half way finished so I decided to slow down, setting it on my desk as the last of the students filed in and the last bell was heard. “Good afternoon.” I smiled, in the friendliest way possible, as I felt Brendon’s eyes burn in to me. “How was everyone’s vacation?” That ought to distract them momentarily.
I absentmindedly turned through a few pages of my lesson plan just to avoid looking up and catching Brendon’s eyes trained on me. I could feel him staring; I didn’t want to see it too.
“Great.” I said, after a few minutes. “I’m glad to hear that everyone had fun. I don’t want to jump in to school work immediately…” I heard the collective sighs of relief, which all ended upon my next directive. “Instead I’m going to start you all off with a little reading. So everyone please take out your text books… We are going to do a little reading on romance, and how truly awful it’s beauty can be.” I had a lot in mind for Romeo and Juliet but right now it all escaped me, and I knew I sounded like an idiot… not like the English teacher I was supposed to be. My first year was going to go straight down the drain if Brendon continued to get under my skin.
I heard some minor excitement from a couple of girls, whereas all the boys sighed, mumbling incoherently.
Once characters were assigned, with Brendon as Romeo, we only had one more character left. Juliet. “Why don’t you be Juliet Ms. Taylor?” Brendon asked, boldly staring in to my eyes.
“I…” I swallowed hard, “How about Chelsea? Chelsea, you were raising your hand weren’t you?” I asked, directing my attention to a small framed blonde haired girl in the second row.
“No.” It turned out she wasn’t.
“Looks like you’re my Juliet, Ms. Taylor.” Brendon said, quite smugly.
I wasn’t even in charge in my classroom. Brendon had control where control was needed. I watched as the class fell silent at his words, all agreeing simultaneously.
Falling in to the role of Juliet was easier than Brendon could know. It wasn’t like I was new to toxic relationships, after all.
**
After third period Brendon disappeared from my day, and I taught in peace no longer frightened of his arrival. It was comforting, to fall in to my lesson plans as they were written. It was nice to ask students questions, and get honest answers in return. It reminded me of why I wanted to be a teacher in the first place, and why the pictures Brendon had of me were so important.
I could offer him money, though I had none. He had more money than I did. All of the students here did. It was a private school, for the wealthy. That idea was out…
I could beg him to destroy the photographs, and live in fear for the rest of my life…
I could threaten him in return, but with what?
“Ms. Taylor?” I glanced up, to see a young girl holding a folded letter in her trembling hands. She looked like a freshman, completely terrified of her surroundings.
“Yes?”
“This is for you.” She set the letter on my desk, but I didn’t even look at it.
“Thank you.” I smiled kindly at her as she rushed from the room.
The classroom had glanced up as a whole but once the girl scurried out their attention fell back to their cell phones, pretending they were reading their books. I hadn’t been out of school long enough to forget what students really did, but today I was too distracted to really care and the letter grabbed the remaining amount of attention I had for the day.
Christian,
I’ll meet you outside at 3:45 PM. I’ll be giving you a ride home, so that we can talk… or you know, do other things. I’m sure we’ll figure it out together.
Yours truly,
B.
**
He was crossing every single line that had ever been laid down between students and teachers, and he was enjoying himself immensely. I was sure of it.
The way his eyes undressed me in class… and the way I’d undressed in front of him before class… The feel of his warm hand as he spanked me, gently then roughly, leaving behind a stinging sensation.
Now he wanted more.
How much would be enough?
I nervously glanced at the clock, which read 3:40.
School ended at 3:15, and there weren’t any students left… nor any teachers that I was aware of. I was grading papers that had been assigned and turned in before break. I had just reached Brendon’s but I quickly tucked it to the back of the papers, not wanting to think of him… though I was going to be meeting him soon enough.
I didn’t want to get up though.
I didn’t want to have to make the decision, and I didn’t want to know what my choice would be.
Lose my job or lose myself.
It was that easy, it just wasn’t easy at all.
Damn Brendon.
Damn photographs.
I was young and dumb, and still was. How could I let this happen? I was supposed to be in control! Though I had no control, none at all.
The next time I looked at the clock it was 3:50 PM.
I quickly put the papers away in my desk, only having a few more to finish. I grabbed my bag and headed towards the door, taking my time.
I wasn’t going to rush to my demise.
**
(A/N: WARNING: There is a rape scene coming up- Did I categorize this under romance? My bad. It will be a hot/cold type of romance, with twists and turns and minds changing constantly but yes… There will be rape, since it’s a blackmail type of thing. Brendon’s character is hot then cold. Just giving a heads up, since I completely understand if anyone doesn’t want to read that. I appreciate the reviews, btw! If I continue to get good feedback then I will update as quickly as I possibly can!)
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