Westminster Academy (Part One)

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I wanted to strangle him, but I folded my hands behind my back and followed him out on the hallway. Bradley crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Well?" He raised an eyebrow. Without the company of his friends, he didn't seem half as confident. It made me furious to know that I could tear him in two pieces with mere words right here and now, but wasn't allowed to. I had to obey to Headmaster Craven. So I swallowed my pride.

"I want to apologise for being disrespectful this morning. It was not my place and I'm sorry if I insulted you."

I still enjoy the memory.

"Hm, alright" Bradley said. I hoped we could just leave it like that, but of course, he wouldn't let off.

"Tell me what he did to you."

Asshole.

"Excuse me?"

"A spanking? A caning? Did you cry?"

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, just like he did.

"Well, I guess you'll never know. You won't be the one doing these things to me."

He pressed his lips together. I had to make another comment, I couldn't help it.

"Oh, does that bother you?"

He looked as if he was about to hit me. I hoped he did, because then I had something to actually accuse him of. The only time male students received corporal discipline was when they got violent unjustly. And let me tell you, they cried like babies. They would also not be allowed to have a sub until they proved that they had their aggressive impulses under control. 

"Well, aren't you weak" I added when he didn't even find a reply. Calling them weak was always the easiest way to make them lose control. Of course it worked. Bradley raised his hand in anger and I closed my eyes reflexively. The slap never came. When I opened my eyes, I had to blink twice to grasp the situation. There was another guy standing behind Bradley, holding the arm he had just raised to hit me, and preventing him from bringing it down on my cheek.

"Dude, what the fuck" Bradley huffed, confused. He pulled his arm loose and turned around. The guy behind him was Henry Craven, headmaster's son.

"Is she your sub?" he asked, calmly.

Oh, nice voice.

"What do you care?" Bradley asked, visibly frustrated because the skin on my cheek was still perfectly pale.

"Is she?"

I just stood there, frozen, and watched them.

"No" Bradley replied. "And I'm glad she's not" he added bitterly.

"Oh, that sounded quite different this morning" I murmured. Henry's eyes snapped from Bradley to me.

"You'd better be quiet, girly" he said. I didn't know why, but I shut my mouth and smiled. Watching him humble Bradley was entertaining enough.

"Come on, man. Why do you let her provoke you?" he asked Bradley. "She's below your level."

Oh. Never mind, this guy was an idiot too.

"I guess..." Bradley said.

"Just go back, finish your lunch and forget about her. You'll find a way better sub, this one's no fun."

Bradley nodded. Henry patted his shoulder and we both watched Bradley leave. His whole demeanour radiated hurt masculinity, and I loved it.

"And now to you." I turned back to the guy I had never talked to before.

He's handsome as fuck.

"Azalea Evans, isn't it?"