The Broken Boy (UPDATE)

Chapter 14

Don't worry devon will be featured in the sequallllllllllllllll to this book...COLLAGE BITCHES..... you'll see what happens (( yo Diva.... you get to have a fuck party with Korean teacher~! in collage..prolly in his classroom~ also your gonna have like a nice a deep dark past.... aparently the worse the kids life is the more people get into books~))

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MR.SCHMIDT'S POV:

"Kayden..y-you alright kleinen"((trans: little one)) I heard Kayden groan and saw his eyes flicker.

"Oi....M-mama......M-madre i-io non-n vog-glio sveg-gliar-rmi" Kayden said waving his hand weakly in the air. I don't speak Italian, so i don't even know what he said.
((translation: mother i dont want to wake up yet))

"Kaydennnnn" I said in a sing song voice, seeing him open his eyes and snap them shut, blinking a bit.

"S-sorry...w-what happened" he groaned, sitting up.

"Well...you fell and hit your head and then passed out..... you could have had a concusion" I said queitly, seeing as the nurse packed up her things and waved.

"Bye Honey" she smiled sweetly at Kayden and walked out.

"O-oi... t-that h...h-hurt" He said softly, shiftting and sitting indian style.

"Let me see i-if your b-bleeding" I smirked to my self and leaned in, pushing back his hair all the way, my fingers running through the soft strands.

I brusehed my tumb over his forehead and asked him if thats where it hurt, he said no and told me he though he fell back. I knew this obviously, but I moved my hand to both sides of his head, letting his silk hair tussle a bit. Finaly I found the spot and he winced, opening his eyes which had slipped closed while I was rubbing his skull.

"I-i....am...f-feeling-g a b-bit better n-now" Kayden groaned, his bright, yet still hunter green eyes half lidded and groggy.

"Okay... well we should go home.... the n-nurse doesn't want you walking though.... i-ill get you a wheel chair" I walked to the closet not facing him any longer and smirked, I acted as if the door was locked and sighed, acting like carrying him would be a chore "I'll carry you to the car and get our stuff I guess..."

"Y-you...d...don't....h-have t-to I-i c-can w-walk" He said bnervously looking up.

"It's okay-y" I grinned and picked him up holding him bridle style before tossing him over my shoulder.

"Hold on for dear life I've got alot to carry" I said, hoping he'd take the hint to go piggy back style.

"H-hey" he said grunting softly before grabbing my shoulders and wrapping his legs around my waist.

I chuckled softly, and he did as well. Slowly, I walked him to my classrom, trying to put a bounce in my step so he was forced to rub against me. I heard him let out a small sound, and smirked taking the long way to my class room. By the time I got to my class room I smirked, noticing he was gripping my shoulders and rubbing his hips to me gently with the rhythem my steps were in. I picked up my bags and Tried to keep moving, wanted to get some sound out of him. I walked back out into the hallway and my smirk widened. I decided for the first time this year to go check my box in the office.

About half way there I noticed that he was biting his lip while glancing over and smirked shifting the bag on my arm with a gently hop, me groaned softly and I bit my lip at the sound, but kept walking feeling him grind slightly harder with each step. When I reached the office I smirked and sat him down on one of the desks.

"I'll b-be right back..." I walked to the bathroom and clothed the door, a couple seconds later I made a ound and turned ont he water, shuting it off "damn!"

I heard him squeak a bit and I opened the door, holding a rubber band in my hand and water covered my chest and hair. I made sure my chest was wet so the clother would stick to my flesh. He looked up and I could tell he was long past the point of just finding away to calm down. I said nothing though and sighed.

"This ontop of walking in on two students trying to do it in the locker room seems like to much excitement for one day" I let out another fake sigh and saw as from across the room behind me, he was leaning back on the desk and rubbing his thighs together, letting out small noises.

I tried to spend as much time acting like I was doing something, trying to see how far he would let him self go. Finaly after his groans started to get louder and he had pulled his things into his lap, pushing down on his jacket and grinding to it, I popped my head In and placed a few things in my bag, tring to ignore the fact that he was totally in mid fuck mode right now. He gasped and forced himself to stop, discomfort apparent in his eyes and his voice.

"I-i think-k...I....I c-can w-walk now" he said in a hig pitched voice.

"Okay...a-are you sure" I said looking down, my wet hair falling to my eyes.

"Y-yes" he said , grabbing his book back and standing, walking out of the room quickly.

" It's very late... I'm happy t-that you at least woke up t-though....... I d-don't want to be at my favorite students funeral"I said letting my voice go soft and not to obviously seductive, he paused walking and his hea lowered a bit, before he kept going letting out a low groan.

"J-ja..... I.... d-don'tw-want a f....f-funeral this early e-either" he said shakily.