Chapter 95 | Open Phone

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I tried not to notice that his phone was open but I couldn't. His notes were pulled up, and I tried to pretend I wasn't reading it as I slowly handed him his phone.

'You're staying after class, don't ignore me.'

He dropped it on purpose. My cheeks flushed as I pulled up my phone again, gluing my eyes to it as I pretended to scroll through it.

I will definitely NOT be staying after class, and definitely WILL be ignoring him still. Sounds like a perfect plan.

He needs to go bother someone else, he's more than likely got whores lining up for him. He should go pimp with them, it would make me feel a lot better. I'm not a person to beg but I really wish he would leave me alone, and I will beg if I have to. He doesn't have any right to mess around with me like this, I'm so much better than this. I will fight for my job, I don't care who he thinks he is, I'm not leaving.

I remember he still has my contact, and I have his. He could text me at any time and I need to cut ties with this man except for work. Bye-bye.

I shifted my phone and myself just a little hoping he would get a better view of my phone to take a hint. Pressing contacts I clicked on his and without hesitation clicked delete, I'm fucking serious about this. I don't care how much I enjoyed last night, how good it felt, and how much I want to do it again. Not going to happen.

I didn't have to look at him to tell he was angry, he let out a grumpy mumble and I heard a rustle.

"I don't need anything other than my mouth to talk to you." He said. "Oral communication makes sure you get the message anyway, you have ears, but you won't always read what I say."

He's right, I won't read what he says, at least not anymore, but it sounds like he's going to be talking from now on.

"Although, there are some things that can't be said out loud." He went on, and I heard a scribble of paper. "Or done, in public."

I froze as he planted a piece of paper in my lap, a decent but sloppy picture drawn. I made it out to be me, my neck in specific, baring the teeth mark he gave me. My face flushed tomato and I bit my tongue, hard. I read the bottom of the paper.

'It's almost as if you don't want to hide it.'

I instantly slapped my hand to my throat and felt for the bite mark. The indentions were just as deep as when he made them. I looked around for something to cover it with.

My bag. I have band-aids in my bag.

I reached down and grabbed a band aid from one of the side pockets then turned away from Aizawa as well as the class. I felt around for the bite marks and guided the band-aid. It was one of the more thicker band-aids because you can never be too cautious, especially as a pro-hero.

I peeled the side off and stuck it on as perfect I could. Confidently, I turned back to face forward then pulled my phone out again.

I heard him scoff.

"How many band-aids do you even have?" He asked.

I looked down and pulled 3 band-aids out of my purse, then put them back.

"You're about to need a lot more than that."

And with that I stood up, exiting the classroom swiftly. I stood out in the hallway. I'm having a meltdown. A bodily malfunction.

He was talking about later, wasn't he? Later today? Later after this class? I'm panicking. What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Was last night a mistake? I beat the shit out of him and he just ate it. Then he 'punished' me? This got out of hand a while ago. It's just embarrassing to say I don't regret last night and I don't care it's getting out of hand.

Maybe what happened shouldn't have happened, especially since I was out of my mind, an angry adrenaline rush. That doesn't change the fact that again, I don't regret it, and that's why it's a problem. What is happening to me? I'm not falling for him. I'm not. I just feel weird, like there's a lot of things that could happen between us, a lot of things I want to happen between us. Is that weird? Crazy?

This is so frustrating what do I even want? What am I trying to achieve? I'm going insane. He's MAKING me go insane.

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