Love behind the screen {student/teacher}

Chap33 Lacey~ Old life. New teachers.

So everyone wants Chase to just run back and stuff and I really wish I could do that, but it wouldn't be much of a story. This story is closing up, but it's still got many chapters to go:) I'll edit it once the story is finished.

Dedicated to this person because they filled my notifications with compliments:)

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Signing in, I wait for him to write.

'Hi princess x.'' Oh how much I miss him. His deep British voice. His brown messy hair. Even his fashion sense.

''You have to stop calling me that <3.'

'You are a princess. You're my princess<3.'

'I'm no princess though<3

'I miss you Angel</3.'

'I miss you too</3'

'I will come back. I promise.'

'I'll be waiting.'

'Has anything happened today?' Life was hard again. The same before Chase came here. Paul went back to bullying- though it's not physical. Just emotional. I still get messages saying how much of a whore I am and I should just kill myself. If it wasn't for Chase and being afraid, then I would give them what they want. My parents ask if anything has been happening, but I just said it's all fine.

'Everything has been fine.' I lied. I hate lying, but it will go down hill again.

'Are you sure?'

'Everything is cool. Don't worry.'

'I can't help but worry.' I smile wide, he truly cares and that is what's keeping me alive. I can't disappoint him. That's not fair.

'I love you<3'

'I love you too Angel. I'll visit soon<3'

'Good. I want you back<3'

'I will soon Angel princess. You still eating right? x' He asked, taking me out of my thoughts. He still asks if I eat, if I have nightmares etc. Anything and everything.

'I'm eating now<3' I lied. I'm eating more than I used to, but not enough.

'Good<3'

'You always make me smile Chase x.'

'That's what I'm here for<3'

'So what have you been up to today?<3'

'Work.' He says, ending the topic. He doesn't like work. He says it's his biggest regret. Only the pay is good. But sometimes he tells me it's not worth it.

''Coming on Video chat? <3' I asked, I love seeing him.

'Of course x.' Five seconds later, I was getting a notification that he was video calling me. I accepted it with one click but this time, I stay in the web cam.

''Hey beautiful.'' His British accent was so distracting. It's quite late there, due to stupid time difference.

''Hi handsome.''

''So anyone trying to have sex with you today?" He keeps getting asked out and girls at his work keep flirting with him. It's just like when he told me about Lauren. I cried.

"Jealous much?" He teased.

"Oh shut it." I laughed along with him. "But . . .?" I don't actually want to know, but I do.

He sighed before answering. "Yes. But I rejected all of them." He added quickly. Them all? All I do is imagine around 10 beautiful girls who he could share a life with and he's just rejecting them for me. I'm not worth it.

"It's okay," I lied. "A young attractive guy in a place full of turned on woman. I'm not surprised." But that doesn't mean it hurts. For all I know, he could just be lying and hooking up with a girl every week.

"Shit. Angel. Don't cry." I had been crying? I quickly rubbed my eyes, smudging all of my eye liner over my eyes.

"Don't apologise, and don't swear. It's nothing, my eyes water sometimes." I lied.

"Lies."

"L-Let's not talk about this." I don't want to spend my only time with him arguing. "You should be going to sleep now anyway. You have work in the morning." I hate time difference.

"Yeah it's pretty late here. Night my sweet angel."

"Night." I give one last wave before closing down the picture. I wish he never left, but I can't stop him. It's not right. He'll be happy anyway. Without me.

Old life sucks.

I grab my coat and leave my room and outside to my car.

Rain pouring down hard as I make my way to the cemetery, trying hard to wipe the rain away so I can see.

Finally at the graveyard, I put my hood up and run towards her grave.

"Hey again. I'm sorry it has been a while, I haven't had the strength at the moment. I don't now, but I needed to see you.

"I wish you were still alive. I know you would of been beautiful. I-I just wish you were here." I whisper. I place my fingers on my lips and then press then against the cold and wet stone.

Suddenly I felt someone eyes on me. And it wasn't a good feeling. Turning around, I look for any source, but nothing shows up.

"Hello?" I called out into the rain, but not answer. I shrug the feeling off and run to my car. Tears immediately poured from my eyes. Honestly I'm so weak. If I wasn't, then I would be, with my best friend now, under ground.

Wiping them away, I go home, get a shower, do my business, and change into my pj's before going to bed. I'm too tired to do anything else.

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'What kind of best friend are you? You let yours die and take her place for living, no one even wants you alive. Do us all a favor and jump off a cliff. Silently may I add.'

'MURDERER!'

'Bitch'

'Kill yourself'

Day in and out these kind of notes are shoved into my locker. I grab all three of them and clench then into my hand. I slam my door shut, causing everyone to stare at y amazed, and throw them in the trash. I am sick and tired of all this.

"What's up buttercup? Going to cry?" I close my ears so the tears don't fall. I can't let them see me cry. I will not let them win.

"Look everyone. Baby Lacey is going to cry." Paul laughs, everyone joining him. What is the satisfactory of seeing someone cry? To make them feel so humiliated that they want to make a hole in the floor and die? Why is that funny?

"Everyone. Class. . . Now!" A familiar voice booms. I look up, but freeze. No. Just no. It can't be.

"Who are you?" Paul asks, curiosity lingering in his voice. He must be trying to think of how he seems so familiar. Would he save me if he knew?

"The new music teacher so I suggest you move it or I will do it for you." Everyone quickly made their way, emptying the halls, only leaving me and this monster.

"W-What are you doing here?" I whisper, all blood on my body going cold. I've never been so scared.

"I just said. . . Lacey-Loo. I'm your new teacher." I somehow freeze even more at the name. He grabs my arm, sending a bad feeling rush through my veins.

"H-how did you get here." I let the tears fall. I don't care if he's standing here right now. I'm scared for my life.

"I see you remember me." He smirked. "Aw, don't cry." He whispers. "Why don't we go somewhere more. . . private?"

"No." I try to run away, but his grip on me tightened as he pulls me away from the hall. "Let go."

"Don't think so sweetie." His voice makes my skin crawl. Never have I thought that he would never be right in front of my eyes again. His black and grey hair reaching his grey eyes. He's grown a mustache since I last remember, but I could recognise hm anywhere.

He continues to drag me down the halls and then when he came to the music room, he peaks in, and then pushes me inside.

"Tell me where you live. I have searched all over, but it seems like your files are private. Also I always seem to loose you when you leave school. Looks like you knew of my arrival. Now," After locking the door, he pushes his body against mine and I have never felt so disgusted. "Tell me where she is." I knew he was talking about my mom. That's all he wants. To hurt her, but I'm not going to let that happen.

"I'm never going to tell you." I whisper in the most confident voice I can in this situation.

"Fine. I will find out, but since you didn't do as you were told, I guess I have to punish you." My eyes widened as the words registered.

"No please." I whisper, trying to get away from him.

"Whatever, not like you would satisfy me anyway. You're just a kid" He sighed, but still stalked towards me. "But let's see if you're as strong as your mother." Suddenly I'm on the floor, a stinging pain in my cheek. He hit me.

"You know the only thing I admired about Poppy was her strength. Her strength was actually amazing. She always let the punches coming. If this wasn't entirely her fault, then I would of felt some pity for her, but she's a bitch and a whore. Sleeping with her teacher? Really? That's just sick."

"You're sick." I spit, regretting it immediately. I had earned a punch in the stomach.

"Oh really. Now this will be our little secret. If you tell I will make sure- wait what's his name? Chase Dylan? That's right." My whole body freezes again.

"Don't you dare." I yell, more tears filling my eyes.

"I wont. . . as long as you leave this room now and pretend whatever we have talked about never happened. Understand?" I nod yes frantically. Can't my life go good just once?

"Go now. Before I change my mind." I run out the classroom and into the bathroom where I just cry.

Maybe I should just do everyone the favor.

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So sorry. I'm sorry this took so long to write but yeah my life has been up and down. I've been writing this chapter since I posted the last one, but now- a month later- it's up. Sorry again. Hope you're all doing good.

Anyways, hope you enjoy, even though it's really sloppy and I nearly cried at it- which I never cry at things like this, so yeah, emotional?

I'm starting to loose interest in this story, but I WILL NOT DELETE, or make it shorter. Promise. To be honest, I'm thinking I'm loosing interest in many things. I'm not even talking to my friends much. I've just fallen out with one after trusting her and she accused me of something I didn't even do. I'm just sick of all the lies and crap she's been spreading.

My prom is coming up in a few months and I really don't want to go, and with my mum's bad memory, hopefully she won't remember and just leave me alone. If she does remember, I will have to be busy with that along with my exams too, so hopefully I will not wait another month to update. So sorry again guys. I hope you forgive me, <3

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