Fine Line

4. Man I can hate you sometimes

Dakota

Up until I'm about to walk through that door, I was having a decent day. I just stand there in the middle of the hallway, looking into the art room. She's sitting at her desk looking at something on her computer. I'm just staring at her as I feel a bump in my shoulder. Looking over angrily, about to punch whoever ran into me, I see that it's just Victoria. She's looking at Miss Eilish with a knowing look on her face.

"I see that you're excited for Art." She says and I roll my eyes, looking at her with a bored expression.

"Man I can hate you sometimes." I mumble and she laughs.

"Whatever Kota, I gotta get to class. You should too before she gets mad that you're late." She says with a smirk and walks away from me. I sigh out loud as I take that first step towards her classroom. I keep my head down as I walk into her class, sitting at my seat quietly.

I can't believe I'm acting like this. I look up at Miss Eilish only to catch her already looking at me. I quickly look away from her appealing blue eyes and twist my ring around my finger.

"Bro, she is so fucking fine." I hear some dude say behind me and I roll my eyes, trying to block them out.

"I know right. I only took this class so that I can see her fine ass. The things I would do to her." The other guy whispers and I groan slightly, laying my head down on the desk with a slight thump.

"She's definetly the hottest teacher in this whole school." The guy says and my head shoots up. My brows furrow as I listen more closely.

"And have you seen her tits?" One asks and my jaw clenches.

"How can you miss em'. I would love to fuck them. You just know they would give a hell of a titjob." He says and that's when I look back at them with my jaw clenched. They instantly notice me look at them and they give me a what the fuck are you looking at look.

"You have a problem Turner?" Brady asks. He's the biggest douche bag of the entire school.

"Yeah I've got a fuckin problem." I say a little louder than I intended, causing people around us to look over.

"Oh really? And what's your problem?" He asks, leaning forwards a little with a challenging look on his face.

"You and your bitch friend are my problem." I say and he raises a brow at me.

"Oh. Is this about our conversation? You can get in on it too. I'm sure she'd be up for a threesome, I know I would be. Two bitches, one bed. I'd be living the dream." He says, looking over at his friend and chuckles while nudging him. My body reacts before my mind comprehends what it's doing.

I get up really fast, walking over to him and punching him right in the jaw. He falls out of his chair and lands harshly on his shoulder, causing a groan to errupt through the room. I hear people chanting but the only thing I can see and think of is red. Climbing ontop of him, I land a few punches on his face, feeling the burning sensation in my knuckles that I've longed for all week. Even when I got into a fight with that girl the first day of school, I didn't hit her as hard as I'm hitting him right now.

And he only disrespected Miss Eilish. She disrespected me. Funny how that works huh?

His blood splatters against the tile floor and I want to see more of it. Only I am dissatisfied when I am pulled away from his body. The persons grip is tight but I manage to get out of it. I climb ontop of him again, throwing two more punches before I'm ripped away again.

"Don't ever say that shit again! I will beat the fucking life out of you!" I yell and I struggle against the hold of whoever has me as they drag me out of the door. I try hanging onto the door so that I can finish teaching this guy a lesson but I am ripped away. As soon as I'm out of the room, the door swings closed and I'm met with angry ocean eyes. The person that drug me out of the room loosens their grip and I quickly shove them off of me. Looking back, I see Mr. Davis from across the hall.