It's between me and you

Chapter 14

Andrew drove at top speed. Could it be that Elena had asthma? How had he not considered it and double-checked? The last time they closed the practical phonetics teacher like that, she panted quietly over her notebooks, and then snoozed over them. In the morning she was safely transformed from a green Hulk into a quiet Dr. Banner. What's the problem with that bitch, huh? From the first day she appeared, everything in Ledger's life was turned upside down. Can't even teach her a lesson. If anything happens to her, he'll put Kir through a meat grinder. No, Andrew understood that if anything happens, he would take the responsibility, because the guys usually act on his orders, but now the anger at Kirill was just off the scale for not rushing to get the teacher out right away, but for calling him first.

Andrew drove with his left hand, cutting off the passing sluggish cars, while his right hand reached into the bag thrown on the seat next to him. Where the fuck is the spray can? One by one he started pulling out all sorts of stuff that came in handy. Mirror, comb, lipstick. Hey, here is something shaped like a spray bottle. He held it up to his eyes and swore. Toner, damn it. He tossed it back into the bag and returned his hand to the steering wheel, gripping the black leather tightly.

Hold on, bitch. Is there any hospital nearby? Andrew maneuvered on the road, and in his mind tried to figure out the scenario. His jaw clenched tightly, and his heart pounded against his chest as if it were trying to overpower the drummer at "Queen" concert in terms of frequency and volume.

It had been a long time since he was so twisted. Andrew did not even understand what it was - the excitement for his future, or it was an incomprehensible worry about Elena. Somehow he had the impression that it was the second option. Although, this course of events would have led to an ideal outcome, except that Ledger was not such an asshole as to take a human life.

When he finally reached the college, Andrew noticed a tense Elena sitting on the bench and Kirill standing over her.

"I found nothin," Ledger barked, staring into a pale girl's face. Elena opened her mouth wide, clutching tightly to the edge of the wooden bench with her fingers. Kir was paler than her: a bit more and he himself would fall unconscious. "Go to the classroom, maybe it fell out somewhere there, and I'll look after her. If necessary, we'll go to the hospital."

Kirill rushed into the building without unnecessary questions. Andrew squeezed Elena's shoulder tightly with one hand and looked into her dilated brown eyes.

"Breathe, do you hear me? It's okay now, come on, breathe in and out. Where's your fucking spray can?"

Without letting go of the girl's hand, he dumped the contents of her bag on the grass, scattering unnecessary junk aside. Why would a woman have two lipsticks in her bag? Paint her lips different colors?

"Elena, where is it?" He asked her not so much to get an answer, but so she wouldn't be so scared. Some kind of fucking dialogue.

"There... there... there... " The bitch tried to answer, taking gulps of air. "It is where your conscience is!"

Andrew did not immediately realize that the last phrase sounded quite clear and even.

"What?" He asked again, raising his head to meet the triumphant look and the satisfied smirk of the plump lips.

Shocked by the sudden change, the student stared into the professor's no longer pale face, and only a few seconds later a hunch hit him. He stood up quickly, yanking her off the bench, and growled:

"Did you do this on purpose?

Elena smirked, drowning in gleeful superiority over the arrogant bastard who thought he was allowed everything in the world.