Academy of Unbroken rules

Chapter 17

* Not edited ! *

~Morgan ~

My pencil descends out of my mouth for the sixth time. Causing a glare to be shot at me once again.

My energy has completely drained and I'm currently running on my back up. Which let me say sucks. I've ran into the wall twice, dropped my pencils, and have spoken to absolutely nobody.

What's the point of talking when it causes pain? What's the point of smiling when it's fake? I guess what's the point of anything?

After I realized that I was in love with Logan I couldn't stop thinking about him. Craving his sweet warm lips, sarcastic laugh, and his captivating smile.

When I realized I would never see or feel any of that again. My body went into a miserable lock down mode.

I can still see the hurt in his eyes when I pushed him away. But why? Why did he look at me like that when it's all fake? Maybe he-

" Miss.Carter you are needed in Ms. Hardwicks office." My writing teacher directs to me after stepping away from the phone. The phone that I didn't even hear ringing. Have I lost all sense in hearing too? Might as well..

I pick up my bag and slowly put it on my shoulders. As I do I wince from the ache in my shoulder.

Last night I couldn't sleep from all the tossing I was doing. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face. I tried crying but every time I did nothing came out. I thought I was going to be ok I really did.

Heartbreak isn't how they described it in books. Or maybe it isn't heartbreak because he doesn't have my heart. Even though I have his.

I feel the aganizing stares piercing into my head as I walk out the door. Not feeling curdious I let the door slam behind me. If you get called to Ms. Hardwicks office then it's never a good thing. I wonder if they know what has happened?

Even though we go to a school for perfectionists that doesn't mean we don't talk. In fact because of Carly I know a lot about the other girls. It's not against the rules only because it's good to know each other like a family. We are not a family though.

My shoes squeek against the freshly polished marble floors leaving a faint black line. I reach my hand up to knock but then stop myself. Maybe.. it would be nice to feel pain. To take away the pain that is tearing me apart.

I walk into her office shocked to see my fiancé sitting on the plush sofa across from her. She glares at my lack of knocking but brushes it away. I deflate knowing that she wont harm me. The one time I actually want to feel the whip.

" Miss. Morgan have a seat." Ms. Hardwick types something into her computer not sparing me a second glance.

" Hey." Tom says as I sit down and I weakly attempt to smile.

" Mr. Tom." I greet him and he frowns.

" Please. Call me Taylor." He kisses my cheek leaving a spot of warmth. It doesn't feel right. It feels wrong against my pale skin. With Logan I felt a strange dangerous type of safety. With To- I mean Tylor all I feel is security.

" We're moving the wedding to Thursday." Our heads snap to Ms. Hardwick and my eyes widen.

" Th.. Thursday?" I squeek and Taylor rests his palm on my shoulder calming me.I can't be married on Thursday!

" You two will then move in together after the honey moon." She further on explains.

" Honey moon?" I push my eye brows together. Aren't honey moons where the couples- oh God.

" Ms. Hardwick there is no need for a honey moon." I try to reason with her.

" Miss. Morgan how do you think the children will be made?" She questions me and bile rises.

" Children?" I croak. The room begins to spin and I feel queasy.

The thought of Taylor hovering over me and kissing my body sickens me. He's a great man, but I can not allow him that privilege.

" Yes, at least two. If they are both boys then you will need to continue going." She narrows her eyes and I gasp. More than two children !

Another thought of Taylor running his finger down my body makes me jump up. I feel light headed and I make a quick decision.

" Ms. Hardwick I appologize I can't go along with the wedding." I shake my head and she turns to glare at me.

" This isn't an option Ms. Morgan." Her voice stays calm and collected.

" I'm sorry Taylor." I ignore her threatining look and apologicly smile at Taylor.

He bites his lip sadly and I almost frown. Was he looking forward to marrying me?

I get up and walk over to the door slowly twisting open the door.

" Miss. Morgan you will stay and marry my son." Her voice rises and I quickly turn around.

" Your son?" I flicker my eyes to Taylor and her face drops. Holy moly.

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A/N

Really short I apologize ! So how did you guys like the shock of Taylor being her son? Confused? Trust me I have more in stock for the story.

I hope you liked it ! I will try to update as soon as possible. We might have another snow day planned for Friday. So if I have that day off I'll write some more.

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