Forbidden - Lady Lesso X Female Reader

Chapter 5

I could feel my body gaining warmth as the sun's rays hit my face through the open window. Remembering last night I looked over to see lesso, but all that was in her place was a red rose with sharp pointed thornes poking out of it. Just the thaught that lady lesso went to all the effort to get me a rose, instantly made a small smile appear on my lips. Gosh it had been a while since I have genuinely smiled. Sitting up from my wam bed I turned to my side and picked up the precious flower. Placing my feet on the floor I walk over to my desk and place the rose in a small cup of water that I left their from a few days ago. I then walked over to my wardrobe and picked my outfit for today remembering that I am now a teacher. For today was the first day that I would be teaching the Nevers of this school.

Taking a deep breath in, I walked into the food hall preparing myself for all the eyes to burn into my body. But I only wanted to have one pare of eyes on me. A certain red heads to be precise. Walking through the doors instantly I could feel gazes on me. The feeling made a shiver run up my spine. I am used to be in uncomfortable situations, but unfortunately for me I cannot kill anyone in this room let alone anyone in this school. Or should I say schools. So ignoring the looks and stares from students and staff I made my way to the teachers table. Scanning the table for lesso, I feel a slight twinge of disappointment seeing that she is not here. Noting that the red head wasn't present, I look for a seat away from people. Thankfully their were two free seats at the end of the table and two opposite them. Perfect. I don't want to talk to anyone at this time in the morning. Lesso would only be the one I would tolerate. Well except maybe professor dovey but she was to engrossed in her conversation to notice me. Knowing that I wouldn't have an awkward conversation with the blond about what happend yesterday, I let out a relived sigh. The teachers are always gossiping about who did this, or who did that, or which students are being a pain in the ass, and which ones are getting tortured by lady lesso and why. If lesso could have it her way she would have the Evers into her dungeon. The only thing that is stopping her doing exactly that is dovey. She would loose her shit if she found out that lesso had even been near her students let anyone been in the doom room. I haven't been down their since it had been renovated into such a room. The last I remember it being used was the room being used to hold equipment for other classes. Recently I have heard the Nevers whispering about it saying that they don't believe it is real and that even the evil dean could never be that cruel. Oh but she is. And I adore it. At some point of my time here I would like to see such a room, she smell of old metallic blood saturated into the bricks, the feer radiating out of it, the throat ripping screens of children as they beg for the endless torture to end. Such a thought sent a shiver of excitement down my body. I'm glad that me and lesso are on the same page with such a topic. Pulled out of my thoughts I feel a rough had touch my shoulder. Out of instinct (and practice) I stand up and grab the wrist of the owner forcing their body around securing their arm behind them, slightly dislocating their shoulder in the process. Much to my disappointment it was just professor Manley.
"ARGGGGGGGGGG!" He shouts as he tries to wriggle out of my grip. Knowing that it is not someone trying to kill or harm me I leg go of his wrist.
"What do you want?" I asked with an irritated and rather demanding tone.
"I was just trying to tell you that lessons were about to begin!" He argues back trying to defend his actions. Looking around I see that most of the students are gone.
"Fine. But don't touch me again unless you want your shoulder broken", I respond in a threating manner. Without any other words, I walk away from him and out of the room, makeing my way to my first lesson.

Walking into the room I see that the students are already seated and are talking. Slamming the door loudly after I walk over the threshold makes their faces looks at me. That made them shut up. I thought to myself. Keeping my emotionless mask on, I walk over to my desk placed at the front of the room. I can't help but notice their scared little faces are as I look at each and every one of them in the eye. I haven't even started teaching and they are already scared. Seems my reputation proceeds me. On my desk sat a long slender box with a folded note leaning against it facing me. With curiosity I look at the note. On the paper, in elegant wrighting, was the word 'Y/n' written. Instantly I recognised lesso's handwriting. Smiling to myself so that the students can't see me I place the box under my desk and place the note in a draw. So thats where lesso was this morning. Knowing that she wasn't trying to avoid me, the disappointment dissipates from me. With a sharp tun I face the students and start my lesson.