I can't fly

Teacher's pet

A/N: Hi 💜 This is my first book. Writing on Wattpad is still new to me and all I can hope is that you don't hate too much. I also hope that you enjoy the story because I am excited to share it to all of you guys 😊

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Damian

I desperately needed a drink. I could not deal with today sober. Only problem was that the old man had high security over his liquor. I gritted my teeth and decide to make coffee instead.

Felicity arrived in the kitchen like a ray of sunshine that she was.
"Good morning." She beamed.
"It doesn't feel like a good morning." I grumbled taking a cautious sip of the hot beverage.

My stepmother laughed while I just glared at her with a bored expression on my face.
"Stop being so pessimistic Damian. Mondays are always fun." I scoffed looking away.
"Says the baker." I whispered taking another sip while she rolled her eyes.
"You can have fun at school too." She said.

"Felicity, were you ever a teenager?" I asked turning to her appalled that she had the audacity to combine those words together in one sentence.
"I was and I remember high school was fun." She said.

"Your idea of fun is attending school for five days in a row, acing all the tests, and being a teacher's pet." I deadpanned.
"I was not a teacher's pet." She argued.
"Really?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Whatever." Felicity bitterly said while moving to make herself some cereal. "What time are you leaving? Aren't you late?"
"Unfortunately not." I replied. "Being late to school is fun. It's the same as not going to school."
"Don't try your luck. I will drive you there myself if I have to." Felicity said.

She was such a saint and a good little Christian girl. She had the body of a supermodel with curvy hips along with long smooth legs. Felicity had long ginger curls and eyes similar to the colour of the blue ocean.

She was really beautiful and I hated myself for being able to think such a thing about an annoying person. She was uptight, strict, and boring. Still, a part of me respected her and her beliefs. She didn't force us and the poor woman was trying to meet my father halfway with his drinking, and there was some improvement. Dad was drinking every night in the past. Now he only drank on Friday nights.

After Mom's death we were never the same and as time went we grew more apart. Felicity came in our lives as the woman who was selling scones and now there she was baking those scones at home.

"Good morning." I freeze from that voice. My father climbed downstairs fixing his tie.
"Good morning." Felicity said beaming at him.
"Morning." I grumbled not turning to him then chugged down my coffee.
"Damian? Do you need a ride?" Dad asked. I sighed softly picking up my backpack avoiding all eye contact with him. "Damian?" He called.

Eventually I build the courage to look at the man who I called my father. Just by looking at his face brought back so many horrible memories from the past that my craving for a drink intensified.
"No. I will walk." I said then went to rinse the mug in the kitchen and returned it back in the cupboard.

I made my way to the door and walked out in silence. I sigh heavily holding onto the straps of my backpack counting down from ten to calm down while closing my eyes.

However, someone bumped into me. I snap my eyes open to see that the little piece of shit was not even going to apologize.

I turned around.
"Hey, asshole! Aren't you going to fucking apologize?!" I shouted. I stood straighter when he stopped. He turned around and I put my school bag down thinking that maybe I was going to beat the apology out of him.

"I am not an asshole." He said removing the hood of the black hoodie he had worn, and oh my God, he was so gorgeous. He had a sharp jawline, silver-grey tousled hair, pearl white teeth, along with intense hazelnut eyes. There was a cut on his left silver-grey eyebrow and I didn't realize until then that he had worn accessory rings around his fingers and the few tattoos that were around his neck that I fantasized kissing.

I swallowed hard. The anger that I had built against him crumbled down in an instant because of that gorgeous man. He furrowed his eyebrows at me while I shamelessly continued to stare at him.

"Hey, Chase! Will you leave him alone? We have important stuff to do." A man called behind him.
"Right." Chase said not losing his gaze on me. He then suddenly punched me. Well, that was one way to make anyone snap out of their fantasies.

I groaned holding my aching stomach while Chase walked away following the other guy. From there on I just hated him more. What an asshole.