THE WAR OF BLOOD AND FANGS

Chapter 8- A web of relationship

Janet

I snapped out of my thoughts, only to find myself face to face with the one person I was trying to avoid, my med lab teacher, Sebastian.

And to make matters worse, Sebastian, the person I was desperately trying to forget was holding my other hand. I felt a jolt of suprise and tried to pull away at first, but Sebastian's grip was firm.

My mind raced back to the previous night, and I couldn't help but wonder how Sebastian knew about my arousal and yearning for him. How did he know? Was he standing outside my window? But I could have sworn I closed it. The thoughts swirled in my head, making me feel even more flustered.

Sebastian's expression was unreadable, but his eyes seemed to bore into mine, as if daring me to deny the truth. I wanted to protest, to tell him he was wrong, but something about his gaze made me hesitate. It was as if I was trapped, and I couldn't escape the intensity of his stare.

I gently extracted my hand from Clinton's, my apologetic gaze meeting his, "I'm sorry, Clinton, but you need to go on without me. I have some things to sort out with Mr. Sebastian." I knew he was hurt, but he masked his emotions well.

"Are you going to be okay?" Clinton asked, concern etched on his face. "I can skip changing and come with you if you need me to."

"I'll be fine, Clinton," I reassured him with a genuine smile. "Go change, and I'll meet you in class."

Sebastian, however, was done with the drama. He grasped my hand and swiftly led me away from the school hall to his office, leaving Clinton staring after us. Clinton's eyes narrowed, his head tilting slightly to the left as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

A sly smirk spread across his face, conveying a multitude of unspoken thoughts. As soon as we entered his office, I yanked my hand free, anger and frustration boiling over.

"Do you realize the scene you just caused? Now everyone in school will think we're involved! Why are you meddling in my life, Sebastian? What do you want from me? And what do you mean by what you said earlier? I have no idea what you're talking about!"

I was furious, not just because of the scene he created, but also because I was mortified that I had masturbated thinking about him. I felt like I was going to be the talk of the school, and it was all because of him. Sebastian approached me, his hand extended, but I slapped it away.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I glared at him, my eyes blazing with anger. He looked hurt, his fists clenched at his sides.

"You act so tough around me, Janet," He said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "But last night, you were yearning for my touch. What am I supposed to call that?" He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

I feigned ignorance, my voice steady despite the inner turmoil inside.

"I know nothing about what you are saying right now. If you don't have anything useful to say to me, I'm leaving your office," I turned to leave, but Sebastian's grip on my wrist was like a vice.

He yanked me back, pulling me towards the wall with a force that left me breathless. My heart raced as I struggled to break free, but his hand was unyielding.

"You still refuse to acknowledge the truth, Janet?" Sebastian's voice was low and menacing, his words dripping with intent. He invaded my personal space, his body pressing against mine with a force that left me breathless.

His hands were splayed on the wall, trapping me, as his eyes laced onto mine with an unyielding gaze. Every detail in his eyes was magnified, his pupils burning with an inner intensity.

His hot breath danced across my lips and cheeks, sending shivers down my spine as my heartbeat threatened to break free from my ribcage.

"What are you doing, Sebastian? Move! Get off me!" I yelled, my voice hoarse with desperation.