Forbidden [h.s.]

(11) Busted

I reached my locker, put my bag in it, and took out my English class books and my notebook. "Look at you early, where is he huh?"    Valentina showed up to my right, she probably just came in and saw me and headed straight towards me.

I turn around,     "oh shit, you look like your ass had been busted,"    she said, her eyes wide and it looked like she was stating it not just being sarcastic.

"what do you mean?"   I said, sniffling, I had been crying my eyes out the way to school,   "I mean-"   she said but took a look around mid-sentence,   "come on,"   she heads towards the bathroom next to us, followed by me.

she checked the stalls, and once she made sure it was all empty, she stood in front of me and reached for my lip, she stroked it gently.
"I mean your mascara's a little smudged, your lips have a big cut, and I can definitely see a black spot for a bruise on your chin from that cheap low coverage foundation. What happened?" she finished, standing back and crossing her arms.

"I-" I stutter and burst into tears, she immediately takes me into an embrace, her being slightly taller giving me space to be folded inside her body between her arms, my face buried between her chin and chest. I hug her back,    "I don't know, I don't know,"    I gasp for air.

"ssshhh,"   she strokes her hand down my hair, reaching my lower back, keeping her hand there, it felt so comforting.
"First, my mom hits me, locks me up, then George barges in on me while mom's passed out," I said, she moves both hands to my shoulders, I let go of the hug as she did, she keeps her hands on my shoulder, focused, her eyes looking through my soul.

"turns out they were getting at it and she passed out, so he came in, and you know-"
"raped you?" she gasps
"no, he just forced himself on me,"   I unbutton my green jacket, raising up my black turtle neck, and revealing my white lace bra.

"uh" she looks to the side once my boobs were in her view, raising her hand in my direction, "can I?" she asks.
 
"what? yes, look at this," I looked down, pointing to the now purple and yellow big bite mark,

she clears her throat, looking at me then looking down, her eyes wide,       "he ate that one like a damn burger,"      she said reaching for it but stopping suddenly and taking her hand back,      "it's fine, damn!"    I said.

she traced the bruise with her finger, leaving goosebumps on my skin, she retracted her hand, clears her throat,   "well we don't need to cover that, but we need to do this,"    she pointed to my chin, reaching through her small purse, takes out some concealer, adds retouches to my skin on my forehead.
"there's also a bruise here,"    she rubbed the concealer on my forehead, I shudder from the pain I felt when she pressed on a certain spot on the right side of my forehead, where my mom smacked me to the wall.

"that's mom,"   i said, clearing my throat, a lump creating in my throat, I try to clear it again, but it doesn't go away.  she moves to my chin, rubbing some concealer on it, I take a step back,    "okay, owe, that is awful pain!"    I said reaching for my chin.

"wait!"    she grabbed my wrist, I snap my head in her direction,    "you'll patch your makeup,"    she gently blends the concealer, her face so focused.  she fumbles in her purse, concealer still in hand, takes out blush and a brush, putting the concealer back in the purse.

"now, smile for me beautiful,"    I smile at her compliment, it was a genuine smile, a reaction, she looked at my smile and smiled back, dipping into the pink color with her brush, blowing off the excess product, brushes my cheeks evenly and softly.

she closes the container,    "like I said beautiful,"    she whispered the last bit of the sentence, feeling like she was breathing out.

I couldn't help but look down at her rosy lips, looking up at her dark brown eyes again, she leans in slightly, and I gulped, looking down at her lips again.

I closed my eyes, grabbed her head, standing on my tiptoes, slamming our lips together, and it felt quite warm.
I heard the sound of something drop then her hands reach for my waist, resting them gently on it, pulling me in, she deepened the kiss.

the bell rings

we both get startled by the sudden ring echoing in the bright empty bathroom, we both look at each other,     "I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that,"   I said, my eyes widened, I'm confused.

I liked it.

she clears her throat and goes on to say something but she stops herself and immediately starts walking towards the bathroom door, she smashes her body against it and goes outside.

I guess we'll pretend it never happened.

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Val has been awfully quiet the whole time we're in class, not her usual chit-chatty and joker self, she gossiped about anything and everything but was just not silent. I was a little bit worried, she hasn't even looked at me or made eye contact since we were in the bathroom, she was looking down at her notebook, playing with a pencil, zoned out.

"Miss Lola Dylan, Please head to the principal's office."

we heard the secretary's voice blare through the speakers, the whole school heard.
And that was the only time I saw Val look at me from the side of my vision alongside the rest of the class, I get up and look at the teacher,  he nods at me to leave the class.

I leave class and head straight to the principal's office, she was sitting down on her big rolling chair, looking comfy, smoking a cigar,   "Dolores, please,"   she point at the chair on the opposite side from her desk, I sat down, folding my hands into my inner thighs.

"you asked to see me, principal Matthews?" I asked,   "please, call me Carly,"  she said, blowing out smoke.

(a/n: I will give you a brief visual for Carly Matthews, the principal.)
 

"Okay, Carly, good morning!"   I smiled, and she nods,   "good morning to you too,"  she put out the cigar in the ashtray close to her.

"so yesterday, I heard something, and then this morning I heard another thing, which one do you like to start with?"  she said, looking more serious now, my heart fell in my ass.

"The first thing?"     I asked and gulped right after, my mouth dry as cotton.
"So, the first thing I heard is that you've been seen in a car alone with the new substitute teacher, Mr. Styles,"  oh no, busted.
"the second thing I heard was from thee- Mr. Styles himself,"    she continued, my heart racing.

"what did he say?"    I asked, he couldn't have.

"he's told me that he'd noticed bruises and marks on your body for 2 consecutive days."

my mouth drops, wanting to speak but not finding words to say, I shrugged out of a brain fart,   "I suppose, he hasn't actually seen your body right?"    she asked, her voice deepened.

"no he'd only seen my neck two days ago, not in his car, in class, my coverup make up wore out and I was sleeping on the desk, he woke me up and asked me to go wash my face so I can refresh my mind and stay awake, and then he asked to see me after class and told me that my neck had a big bruise that showed and he noticed it while I was sleeping,"     I take down my turtle neck, hoping the bruise hasn't completely healed from one day only, It still hurt, It still had a darker outline of a hand, it was black and purple but faded, guess the cream Harry added did do something to heal it a bit.

my response was quick, hopefully, it wasn't too vague, hopefully, harry hasn't told her how he knew about it even.

"even if he didn't, we've already moved him to another class, we can't tolerate student-teacher relationships out of class, even shallow ones,"    she said, not minding the whole ass bruise she said,     "it was in class-"
"after class" 

I sighed,    "and in regards to the bruises, I need you to head down to the nurse,"  she grabs a note and writes something on it, handing it to me,    "she'll do the physical checkup,"

I took the note,    "physical check-up?"  I asked.

"she'll look for bruises, take pictures, do some tests, and make a detailed report to be put in the case file we're making to send to the police department."


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a/n: i'm so proud of Harry for sticking up to Lola that way but who the fuck ratted out on them being together alone?

P.S.: I did this so I don't have to talk about maths and mathematical shitty stuff whenever they're in class together, now they'll have space to be together just not in school, at least not in a professional way ;)