Programmed for Pleasure (Pyschological Romance)

『Chapter 2』

Immediately as he finished talking, I started writing. He continued walking around the classroom. He came to the front of the class and took a seat at his desk. I finally finished the last question as I you put my pen down I look up to be met by him staring at me, I immediately turn my head to act as if I didn't catch him looking at me.

"okay everyone put your pens down and pass your papers to the front,"

as I put my pen down, I felt someone tapping the back of my shoulder

"Yes," I turn around to see a boy with bright red hair and pale skin

"Here are all the papers."

"Thanks,"I say

"I'm James." He reaches his hand.

"I'm Abel," I reach my hand out to shake his hand.

"Isn't that a male name?"

"Yeah, it is."

"I'm new here, so Im trying to get new friends," he says while smiling

"Me too. I guess we can be friends,"

"Totally let me give you my number."he hands me a piece of paper with his number on it

"Thanks, I'll text you as soon as I get home,"I say

"Can't wait."We all get off our seats as everyone exits the classroom, I make my way to Mr Levans' desk to hand him the papers.

"How was it?"he asks

"The test? it was okay."

"Do you think you did well?"

"I definitely did," I answer

"Okay, if you did, I'll buy you a drink and the other way around if you don't."

"Well, start saving up some money because I definitely did,"

"I have more money than your ancestors combined," He says in a condescending tone with a smirk.

I roll my eyes.He then grabs my arm tightly

"What was that about?"I shout

"Don't you ever roll your fucking eyes at me again" He shout

"Sorry I won't do it again"I apologize

"Go! Now, " I grab my bag and exit the classroom.
Who the fuck does he think he is, he does even know who I am so why is he acting like that.

I get home, lay in my bed, and then go through my phone. I suddenly received a message from an unknown number. The message said.

Unkown: "Sorry about what happened. I don't know what came over me. I'll make it up to you it won't happen again. "

I'm guessing it's from Mr Nathaniel, but frankly, I don't even want to think about that

I go to the mirror to check how bad my arm looks. My how forearm looks purple it reminds me about when my grandmother would beat me every time I asked about my dad.

I switched off my lights and then put my phone down.

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