(A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post another chapter! I kinda got distracted by "Heartwood" and "In Love With My Nightmare" but I'm going to try and not forget about my other stories! Thanks for understanding and please enjoy this chapter!)
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Your eyes snap open as the school bell rings, giving you a pounding headache while the sound drills itself into your skull. You cringe, realizing you fell asleep staring at your desk again.
'It was only a short nap,' you try to reason, but it was long enough for your hand to go numb from propping up your head, which makes you think it was far longer than a few small seconds.
You rub your cheek with your right, numb hand, figuring you have a red spot now and don't want your teacher to notice. You grab your backpack, swinging it over your shoulder while collecting your things from your desk.
Your head stays low as the other students filter out of the classroom, praying you go unnoticed by everyone. When they all leave, you stop stalling at your desk and make your way to the doors, hoping to find Sidney waiting for you in the hallway.
"Miss (L/n), I would like to speak with you." Your professor's low, ominous voice freezes you in your tracks. You internally cringe, wanting nothing more than to bolt to lunch or faze out of existence.
Professor "Ass-Grabber," as Sidney calls him, is known for his "exploring hands" when it comes to female students. And, it appears that you are no exception. But you can't jump to conclusions like that. Maybe he's merely concerned about your sleeping schedule and wants to talk it out.
With a timid trot, you meander to the front of the class, continuing to keep your gaze low. You grip onto your backpack straps, causing your knuckles to turn white as you hold your breath, praying he can't see your trembling hands.
"Yes, sir?" you ask, sounding like a cold, sad puppy about to be reprimanded by its owner. Your own shaking voice makes you gag from how pathetic you sound.
You hear him release a soft chuckle through his nose, causing your eyes to flick up involuntarily. You lock eyes, unable to look away as his blue orbs glaze over with an emotion you can only describe as lust.
Your back grows rigid, his harsh stare keeping you from moving.
"You know," he starts, turning away from you to clean off the blackboard.
With his eyes off of you, you feel like you can breathe again, making you inhale the needed oxygen. But as soon as you take a deep breath, he turns to you. Your body goes stiff once again. His lips stretch into a twisted, half-smile before he looks back to the board.
"This is the fifth time you've fallen asleep in my class."
Those words make you grit your teeth. You figured he knew; he was just waiting for the perfect time to bring it up. Your eyes glare into the back of his head as you think. That sly, dirty-
He spins around, taking two steps towards you, forcing you to lean onto the desk behind you as he towers over you, almost pressing his body against yours. You shrink back as he lowers his head down to your face and leans into your ear.
"I won't hold it against you if you promise to give me something in return."
Your blood runs cold, the color in your face draining until you're pale. The lust in his voice makes your stomach churn from how aroused he sounded.
Chucky boils with anger. He knows what the teacher is insinuating, and he disapproves of this disgusting transaction being made. For fucks sake, you're not even legal! The idea alone makes Chucky want to drive a knife into this man's soulless heart and watch his life drain from his eyes because of how angry this man's insinuation makes him.
You gulp, gritting your teeth and scrunching your nose as your teacher's breath ghosts over your neck, causing your skin to tingle. You search your flustered mind for the right words, not wanting to irritate him but also not wanting to agree to any inappropriate or illegal behavior.
"I-I...don't think...."
"Fuck off, you ass-grabbing freak!" Sidney's voice booms out, echoing in the classroom and down the hall.
You jump, your head flicking towards the doorway. A sigh of relief leaves you as your once tense shoulders slump. You smile thankfully at her.
In one quick motion, you slide past the poor excuse of a teacher and run to Sidney, happy to get as far away from him as possible. She steps in front of you, keeping a strong glare locked onto the womanizer.
He appears slightly perturbed by her sudden appearance but straightens his back and re-centers his black tie, regaining his composure.
"Ah, Sidney, so glad of you to-"
"Save it for jail, bastard." Sidney spits back, showing him her middle finger before spinning around and quickly shoving you out of the classroom. She slams the door shut behind her, the sudden sound making you flinch.
She lets out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes while shaking her head, continuing to lead you both to lunch. Her hand stays firmly gripped around your wrist as if she's scared you might get lost if she were to let go.
"Good thing I came looking for you when you didn't come to lunch." She playfully bumps shoulders with you, giving you a half-smile, trying to lighten your mood. She always has a knack for sensing your emotions, even when you don't show them.
You return the kind gesture with your own small smile, giggling while elbowing her arm. That causes her to release your wrist, but she continues to keep close to you as you enter the lunchroom.
Chucky huffs, crossing his arms as you and Sidney pick a vacant table and sit down. He doesn't like the fact that you forgot about the shitty teacher already, shrugging off his actions as if it were an everyday occurrence. And if it is, well, he doesn't want to believe that possibility. Otherwise, he'll have to take vigilante justice on that teacher. Chucky may be a murderer, but he would never even consider doing what that teacher was thinking of doing to you.
Sidney shudders, goosebumps rising on her exposed arms as she rubs them. You tilt your head at her. Her black, cutout V-neck t-shirt gives her little warmth, but it isn't cold in the lunchroom, so there's no reason for the sudden chill. Her eyes flick around, scanning the other students at their lunch tables, then looks at you.
"Someone's really pissed off," she whispers, giving the room one more scan before the two of you lock eyes. "I'd hate to be the one who annoyed them."
You're unsure what she means by that but nod in agreement anyway, seeing the seriousness swimming in her eyes. You purse your lips, looking around for anyone who appears the slightest bit irritated, but everything seems to be in order, at least, to school lunchtime standards.
Chucky rolls his eyes at Sidney's comment. She may have saved your ass, but he's still on edge around her. He hates to admit it, but something about her being able to sense his presence and emotions makes him uncomfortable.
He doesn't want Sidney to catch on to him being here, meaning he will have to be careful when she's near, which lowers his chance of leaving your backpack and escaping this hell-hole.
In some twisted way, he feels closer to you, as if knowing what you go through on a daily basis helps him understand you a little bit better. That sickeningly sweet thought makes him cringe as he scrunches his nose, wanting to rid himself of that warm feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach.
Sidney straightens herself up, seeming not to sense the overwhelming anger any longer. She gives you a perplexed tilt of her head, pouting at you.
"Not hungry?" she questions, glancing at the empty table before her worried eyes flick up to you.
You shake your head, humming while shrugging. "I sort of lost my appetite after what happened with Professor-"
"Ass-Grabber." Sidney finishes the sentence for you, growling his nickname while she tilts up her nose in disgust. Even his nickname brings revulsion to her expression and tone.
You giggle, nodding. "Yeah," you reply with a slight chuckle, causing Sidney to join in with a snicker.
You give her a raised-brow nod, smirking. "What you said."
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