When The School Bell Rings

• CHAPTER • FIFTY FIVE •

"Breakfast, baby," I nudge the door to her room open. I watch as she stretches out of her sleep, immediately wincing from the pain in her torso. Her tired eyes blink up at me as I walk in and set the tray of food on her bedside table. 

"Here, I'll help you sit up," I grab onto her hands and pull her slowly into a sitting position against the headboard. I position the tray onto her lap and circle the bed, climbing on to sit next to her. 

"You make good food," she smiles at me as she brings a forkful of her pancakes to her mouth, "You're forgiven 25%"

"I'll take it," I grin at her, pulling myself under the covers on her bed. I watch her as she finishes her breakfast, somehow making even something as simple as eating food look insatiable. 

When she's finished, I take the tray and place it on the floor before gently pulling her down to lie on the bed. I press my body against hers, wrapping my arms around her. 

Her first instinct is to relax against me but she then pulls away. 

"Ma Chérie, don't," I plead softly, "Just lay with me for a bit."

She freezes, probably not knowing what to do, but she finally relaxes into the hug, letting out a deep sigh of content.

We stay locked in the moment, silence ensuing between us. Her body is warm against mine, her skin as soft and luscious as before. 

God, I've missed hugging her. 

"Has Zoe said anything to you guys?" she breaks the silence after a while. 

"Not really," I kiss her forehead instinctively, watching her beady eyes flicker up to me, "She kind of just stares at us with fear on her face. I'd say your brothers have her under control."

She doesn't say anything, simply humming in response. 

"I want to come back to school."

"You're not healed, mon cœur."

She sits up, hiding a wince, and her face is filled with defiance and irritation, "It's my education. If I miss any more school, I can kiss goodbye a University scholarship."

I sit up, angling my body so I can look at her properly.

"Fine, but you know we would pay for you to go to university," I give in, my eyes on her luscious lips which are pouted. 

"And you know I wouldn't let you," she says, swinging her legs out of bed. 

I stay seated as she gets dressed, only helping when she needs to pull her black hoodie over her head. 

I try to fight the impulsive thought to stare at her ass in her grey sports leggings, but I fail miserably. My cock hardens at the sight but I adjust myself. 

Meeting up with the others, Josh drives us to school early so we can all arrive together without worrying about being seen. 

She is the first to leave the car, sauntering inside to her locker whilst wiggling her ass for our benefit. A chorus of groans escape us as we follow her inside. 

The guys and I disperse into our own classrooms and office, leaving Camille to settle back into school life. 

I watch through the window in my classroom door, a smile spreading across my lips when I see Mellissa rush up to Camille and engulf her in a hug. 

When the bell rings, my class file into the room and take their allocated seats. I drone on for thirty minutes about French Literature before dispersing them into groups to research French authors. 

I sit at my desk, typing out some emails I have been needing to send for a while but avoided. My phone chimes and I pull it out of my blazer pocket, smirking subtly when I see a message in the group chat. 

Unfortunately, before I can read the contents, a student walks up to my desk asking for help. By the time I have finished explaining the work to her, the bell rings. 

As I have a free period, I head to Zander's office instinctively. I stop off at the staffroom and make some coffee for us before barging into his office. He shushes me, leaned back in his chair and looking out the window. 

I notice he's on the phone so I place his coffee on his desk and sit in a chair opposite. 

"Yes, I understand, Mr Fraser..." he throws his head back, rolling his eyes as he is interrupted. 

"Well, we have a very loose dress code here, as we want our students to be able to express themselves, but a crop top stating 'Daddy's little cumslut' along with hot pink hot pants do breach our regulations," Zander says as he rubs his forehead. 

I almost choke on my drink, covering my mouth with my hand to stop myself from laughing. 

I wait for Zander to hang up, basically finishing my coffee before he is released by the angry parent. He meets my eyes and we stare at each other for a few seconds before erupting into laughter. 

"Apparently, her boyfriend gave her those before he went to prison," Zander chuckles. 

"Fucking hell," I sit back and rub my hand over my face, trying to contain myself. 

"Have you had Camille in your class yet?" Zander changes the subject as soon as he has composed his amusement. 

"No, but I actually wanted to ask you about something," I place my mug on his desk before sitting back again. 

"Go on," Zander reassumes his position at his desk, now facing forward and straight. 

"She wants to get a scholarship and I believe she would be able to get a cheerleading one if the right scouts were to see her at a pep rally."

He frowns, deep in thought for a moment.

"So, are you asking me to get some scouts over for the game in two weeks?" he asks me to confirm. 

I nod my head, waiting for his answer as he takes a long drink of his coffee.

"Done," he nods, "She needs to be cleared by a doctor first though."

"I know. Josh is going to arrange an appointment this Friday."

"Sounds like a plan," Zander smiles softly, "Let's get our girl her dream scholarship."

Guys, I'm sorry for not updating in like a week but I had brain block for this <3