Teachers secret // mature //

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Song of this chapter!

Swim Good - Frank Ocean (I dunno if I used this song yet, we will find out)

First-person perspective

- Victoria Lawson -

Robert pulled us to the back of a building and he put me against the wall, I rubbed my arm that he had been pulling. "Explain, now." He demands, his eyes staring intimidatingly into mine. No 'Are you okay?' okay then.

I look at him, "It's nothing, it was stupid." I reply in a tone.

"Yeah, fucking stupid, fighting in a big area with the woman that stated that you would be expelled if you fought again right around the corner." He continued to look down at me, "You're bleeding, that's not stupid".

"Yes, it was-!" I say but he grabs my arm again and continues to pull me to the car park.

When we reach it, he pushes me slightly, "Get in the car."

I do exactly that, I usually would say 'Why should I?' but I don't wanna make him any more angry. He immediately gets in too, starts the car and leaves the school, he has a frustrated look on his face. "She started the fight," I mumble.

"That doesn't change a thing, Victoria, you should know to not partake in that if she does." He replies, "What were you fighting about?" He asks - no - demanding an answer.

"It was nothing," I reply, looking out the window.

I could feel his gaze on me, "Shut the fuck up with that bullshit, tell me what you were fighting about".

"Fine." I rolled my eyes, "It was about her lying about you whatever, see! Nothing".

"That's something, definitely on another fucking level of idiocy, even for you." He says and I turned my head to him, sitting up.

"I beg you're fucking pardon?" I turned and glared at him.

He keeps his eyes on the road, "I don't need to repeat myself."

I scoffed, "Shut your fucking mouth, I don't need you talking down on me".

"Someone has to." He says, "You behave like this then ask for things such as children, anyone in their right mind would say no - how do you expect me to know you will be a good mother? You are horrible to other people so-".

"Finish that sentence I dare you." I now wasn't even glaring, it was more. I will not allow him to talk about me as if I'm some violent, abusive person. That stung more than the scratch across my face.

"Why shouldn't I?" He looks over at me. He seemed to have a little bit of guilt painted across his face for what he said but not enough to just apologise.

"I'll get out of the car right here," I say, which isn't even a lie - I mean - I'm to the point that I'll do it if he continues.

Robert rolled his eyes, "Yeah right." Okay then, I unclick my belt and open the door and he pulls his brows together, immediately leaning over pulling the door back shut and locking the doors. "Jesus fucking Christ." He exhaled.

"Fuck you." I scowled at him, "You're a fucking dick, as soon as this car stops I'm leaving."

He swallows, his jaw clenching, "Fine." His voice is much quieter now and full of regret. I immediately feel a lump building in my throat. Fuck sake, please don't cry, please don't cry, please I can't look vulnerable right now.