His Student (Her Student Sequel) {Weekly Updates}

Chapter 7

English class with Miss Williams for me was always interesting. 

Miss Williams was short and curvy with a voluptuous behind. Her facial features mimicked a pixie's, small, keen, and soft with gorgeous round eyes. And she wore her hair in...what was it called? Braids. Beautiful black plaits she usually wore in an elegant half up half down hairstyle. 

I liked Miss Williams, she knew her shit, and she knew she knew her shit. Today she sat on her teacher's desk lecturing us on the works of Marlowe. You could tell she was in her element, the way she gestured her arms when proving a point, how her face lit up when going into a deep topic. 

She was inspirational. I really looked up to her as a woman.

It was clear she affected the rest of the class too. The male students couldn't keep their eyes off her and she had everyone leaning forward in their seats hanging on her every word. 

What was more interesting, I don't think she was aware of the pull she had. She didn't notice the boys gawking at her curves, hot in their pants with whatever boyish fantasies they were conjuring in their adolescent minds. 

It was funny to see someone so oblivious to her own beauty especially since I was the complete opposite. I knew the power I had over men and I weaponised it to my own advantage. I wondered what Miss. Williams would do if only she knew... 

"Okay class, turn your page to chapter fourteen," Miss Williams instructed. I snapped out of my trance and joined the rest of the class as we flicked to the correct page.

"Psst," Harry whispered from beside me. "Let's hold hands."

"What, now?"

"Yes." He held out his hand for me to take. "I want to hold my girlfriend's hand."

I rolled my eyes but put my hand in his anyway. Harry was acting so clingy, honestly, it was too cute. Harry winked at me causing me to giggle, perhaps, a little too loud.

Suddenly our enclasped hands are yanked apart by an unidentifiable force.

"What the hell?" I looked up to meet the glare of a pissed-off Miss Williams. "Oh, sorry miss, is there an issue?"

"Yes."She hissed. "I'm not sure if you're aware of the rules but holding hands is not allowed in a classroom setting."

And yet, another notch on the never-ending list of rules I don't know. I can't afford to be on Miss William's bad side, I really wanted her to like me.

"Sorry miss it won't happen again," I reassured her. 

"Good." She dismissed the conversation and was about to go back to teach her lesson when Harry stopped her in her tracks.

"Which rule?"

She paused and turned around."Which rule what?"

"Which rule says that people can't hold hands? Never heard that rule before." He shrugged nonchalantly. Was he trying to get us in trouble?

Miss William folded her arms. "PDA is not allowed in the classroom, that's a school rule."

"Pfft, bullshit."

"Language."

"Sorry miss, just one more question?" He got out of his chair and sized Miss Williams up. I sucked in my breath.  Was he really speaking to a teacher that way? Something told me that this wasn't the first time he's spoken to her like that.

Harry continued, "Well, just so I'm clear on what's allowed in the classroom and what's not, is kissing a form of PDA?"

Miss frowned. "Yes, obviously."

Harry smirked. "So if I were to kiss you right now, that wouldn't be allowed? What about outside the classroom then?"

The whole class erupted in a swarm of oooh's and wolf whistles, except for me. Something felt weird about what Harry was saying, it seemed as if he was insinuating that he wanted to kiss her.

Miss Williams glared at him. "You can not do that, Harry. I am your teacher, this is a classroom and that comment is extremely inappropriate and disrespectful."

"'Inappropriate and disrespectful'. " Harry mocked her earning him a few laughs. "Fine, catch this scenario..."

I didn't listen to what Harry said after that, I was too busy examining the dynamic between Harry and Miss Williams. There was something about the way they were speaking to each other, they seemed oddly close. I couldn't help but think that maybe Harry had a secret crush on her, that would explain why he was acting so disrespectful towards her. 

Or maybe Harry just really fancied me. Miss Williams did yank our hands apart and that was pretty rude. Was Harry acting like my knight in shining armor and defending my honour?

 My thoughts are interrupted as a random ginger kid stood up and started yelling.

"Don't fucking talk to Miss Williams that way!"

 "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

Lord, this sounded like a bad episode of Eastenders.

 I slumped tiredly in my seat. Harry's behaviour was starting to annoy me even if it was in defense of my honour. And all of this over holding hands? Boy if you don't sit your pale ass down so we can get on with this English lesson. 

"So it's like that." Harry just wouldn't stop. "You two tag-teaming me now? Even after our special moment yesterday? I'm hurt." 

"Oh, you mean that moment where your girl let me eat her out?" 

I perked up at that statement. Hold on a minute, I didn't allow anyone to eat me out! Or did I?... Nah, I'm pretty sure that's a lie!  Who the fuck does this ginger boy think he is to be spreading lies about me?! 

I was ready to whoop his ass but he ran out of the room. Harry ran after him followed by Miss Williams. The rest of the class followed suit, trying to catch a piece of the action. 

I was the last person left in the classroom and I patiently waited for the school bell to ring before I got out of my seat. Yes, I was a goody-two-toes, and what about it? My blood was boiling after that lesson and I found myself hoping that Harry had kicked that boy's bloody head in, the little prick. 

I respected how he was going hard for Miss Williams though, but leave my name out of it. I was about to get up and leave when I see an envelope address to me laying on the ground next to my desk. I picked it up and examined it. That's strange. 

I decided to open it. I almost screemed at the picture I saw. I felt my blood pressure skyrocketing and my hands shook so uncontrollably, I almost drop it.   I wanted to faint, I wanted to throw up, I wanted to die, I wanted to cry. But I couldn't do any of those things, someone was entering the classroom again. 

It was Miss Williams, her hair was slightly disheveled and her eyes were blood-shot red. I quickly composed myself and buried the picture in my pocket.

"Sarah." She inhaled deeply.  "Mr. Richard wants to see you..." 

I was not expecting her to say that. 

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A/N: 

Brook's Pov next chapter.