Teach Me

Chapter 8

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I close my locker determining if I want to go to my next class. I skipped yesterday and I'm sure he's already pissed that I ran from him the other night then I skipped school. I just needed time to think. The other night seeing that shit had me all fucked up. I haven't came in my pants since I first hit puberty and the other night I did like some child. Titus taking me to some bdsm club was the last place I thought he'd take me. It was like he said fuck the soft introduction and went right to the hardcore. The whole fucking thing was overwhelming and confusing. I hadn't expected to be so turned on just from watching shit like that.

"Dude I know he's your mate and all but that doesn't mean he won't flunk your ass. Let's go" Jer says lowly snapping me from my thoughts.

I groan knowing he's right. We make it to the class a mere second before the late bell rings. "Mr. Chambers and Mr. Powers glad you could make it" he says shutting his door.

"My bad Mr. Young" Jer says as we make it to our seats.

Titus starts his lesson and unlike all other times he makes sure to ignore me. Not a touch or a look my way at all and I know I'm not the only person to notice since Jer gives me a 'what the fuck' look halfway during class. I knew he'd be pissed but I hadn't expected him to ignore me completely. I can admit that I could've handle the situation better, but I think he could've as well. Why take me there? There was no indication that was the next step in this mateship. I had the right to react in a not so pleasant way. Not to mention the fact that he wants me to do the same shit one day. To have sex in front of an audience. Who the fuck does that? Who the fuck wants to do that? Have people watch me get my ass beat, it's not fucking happening.

"Good luck" Jer snickers before walking out the class along with everyone else.

I watch as Titus shuts the door behind the last student before taking his seat not bothering to look in my direction. He's a fucking asshole. I could've talked to him yesterday but I needed fucking space. That's no fault of mine. What happened to having patience? The other night showed no sign of him having patience. All that patience and me having the control was nothing but bullshit.

"Are you going to say anything?" I ask growing tired of the silence. He glances up from his papers looking at me before going back to his work. I can't help my growl getting up going to his desk. I fucking hate when he ignores me. "You know I hate when you ignore me." He gives me a stale look moving to the next paper. "Was everything you said bullshit?"

He sighs placing his pen down leaning back in his chair, "I'm supposed to talk to you when it's convenient for you Mr. Chambers?"

I look at him confused, "I didn't say that."

He stands up, "no you didn't but you made sure that it was clear."

"Titus" I sigh, "that was a lot to take in the other night. Don't you get that?"

"I do Mr. Chambers because I've done it before. All I asked was that we talked about what you felt but you decided to run off and cut communication with me."

I stand fully annoyed now. I never thought I'd care but fuck him for not calling me pet. Is he trying to reject me because I was overwhelmed by going to a fucking sex club? "You said you'd have patience then you threw me in the fucking deep in."

He looks into my eyes, "at what point will that be enough Mr. Chambers?"

"Stop fucking calling me that!" I snap. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

He grips my face into his hand his light eyes slowly turning darker. "I've given you time, patience, and space yet that's never enough for you. We're partners pet and this isn't going to go any fucking where if you can't effectively communicate and move the fuck on."