It's between me and you

Chapter 9

"Good morning, Miss Narrell"

The girls smiled politely to the lecturer and rushed to the class.

Elena answered and noticed Ledger moving in her direction. Instantly she stretched like a string and released invisible spikes, ready to defend herself. He was walking, his eyes fixed on his phone, and, judging by his appearance, he was worried about something. His broad shoulders unceremoniously shoved anyone who managed to get in his way-just like an icebreaker in the ocean.

"Good morning, Andrew" Elena said hello first.

He didn't even look up. He walked past, rolling his chewing gum in his mouth.

"Mr. Ledger, stop for a second!" Elena called out. The corridor had just emptied, leaving them alone, so it was impossible not to hear her voice.

The guy reluctantly slowed down. He turned around lazily and did her a favor, tearing his gaze away from his iPhone.

"М?" A wide eyebrow raised questioningly.

"You and I have a class today after school. Be at the English section at two o'clock"

Elena said sternly, not noticing how tightly she was digging her fingers into the folder.

Andrew hummed. The cheeky eyes slid indifferently over the figure.

"The pronouns "You" and "I" can only be combined in the same sentence if they are joined by the noun "fuck. In all other cases, you and I do not exist."

The gnashing of the angry teacher's teeth only amused him.

"You will practice your English grammar in other classes. Today I ask you not to be late" The brown eyes flashed a warning. "Otherwise, the pronoun "you" with the verb "punish" will link another noun - "father"

"My father doesn't know those words. You should have seen that yesterday, Elena"

The bastard didn't seem to have anything to nail him with.

After all, he's right. If Jacob Ledger really cared about his son, he would not have let yesterday's conversation slide.

"Not Elena, but Miss Narrell, Andrew" All the girl could find to answer.

"Goodbye, Miss Elena!"

Andrew turned on his heel, showing the picture on the black brand T-shirt with the phrase "Suck me" in big letters.

Young Bastard!

***

Class, yeah, he's running around with smoke coming out of his ass. No, he would have studied Elena. Both backwards and forwards, perhaps even with advanced training, but not Spanish.

Andrew turned around as the sound of girl's heels scattered down the corridor.

Oh, what an ass she has. It swayed from side to side like a pendulum. Her posture is proud, royal, her waist is hollow, her legs are pumped up. And this ponytail... He suddenly wanted to know what she looked like with her hair down. His cock instantly came to life, pounding his head into his fly, remembering the images from last night's fantasy.

Damn it!

How was he supposed to walk around with a hard-on between his legs? He sucked in air sharply with his nose and fixed his cock with his hand. He urgently needed to do something about that teacher. She really pissed him off.

Nate's voice came out of the phone in his hand. He dialed the number and forgot.

"Where are you?" Andy barked into the phone, coming down the steps to the street.