A Fractured Lover (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 23

"Don't you think you're going a bit overboard?"

Ben shook his head, scoffing in response. "Not at all. If this sicko is really back, then he needs to know that you aren't available. That you've got people surrounding you at all times and he won't be able to lay a fucking finger on you without getting his ass beat," he grumbled under his breath as he adjusted his overly tight grip on my waist.

Ben thought it best if Greg did happen to be back and lurking around that he think Ben and I were dating, hoping that he would become intimidated and back off. Did I think it would work? No. But who was I to try and squash any possible tactic at getting Greg to go back to the dank, repulsive hole he crawled out of?

"This is beyond weird," I muttered as Bens hand came down to intertwine his fingers with mine.

"Trust me, it's not any less weird for me but I'd much rather go through a couple weeks of holding your hand than have you find yourself alone with Greg."

I nodded silently in agreement as we made our way to my Theatre History class where I would meet Rachel, who would then walk me to my next class. All three of my friends had decided that I wouldn't even be allowed to walk to my classes by myself until this whole thing blew over. I appreciated it more than any of them will ever know but it had only been 2 days since I had come back to school and I was already starting to long for my privacy back.

As we walked through the halls of the Fine Arts building, the amount of stares that Ben and I received was unending. Smirks, and whispers of 'it's about time' flooded around us as both of us simply pushed forward, not giving a response or even acknowledging the stares directed at out inter locked hands. 

That was, until one voice in particular cut through the air, sending a wave of excitement through my body.

"Mr. Grant. Ms. Merrick. Is it really necessary to subject every student here to your PDA?"

I spun on my heel, Bens hand still latched onto mine, and my eyes landed on the man who belonged to the reprimanding voice. My mouth instantly began to salivate.

Clad in a deep blue, button up, long sleeved shirt that clung to his muscles in all the right way and a pair of black slacks that I'm all to positive made his ass look phenomenal, was none other than Nathan. Or, Mr. McCoy as it was supposed to be while at school.

He had both of his arms crossed over his broad chest and the most prominent scowl planted firmly on his utterly annoyed face.

Yet, before I had the chance to speak up and calm Nathan down, Ben had to go and open up his own big mouth.

"Oh, come on, Mr. McCoy! You know you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of your girl if she looked like this!" Ben said overly enthusiastically, his voice dripping with underlying meaning.

I tried to wretch my hand out of his subtly but Bens hands had another idea in mind.

"I mean, seriously, Mr. McCoy," Ben said as he pulled my chest flush up against his and wrapped both of his arms around my waist. "Would you be able to keep your hands off of Alex right here if she was your girlfriend?" Ben spared a challenging glance over to a fuming Nathan. "I think not."

"I will kill you, Ben. I swear it," I muttered under my breath, just loud enough for him and Nathan to hear. Nathan, who was probably reeling from the sights before him since I hadn't been able to exactly inform him of Ben's brilliant idea yet, had his eyes locked onto Bens hands and a death grip around his own biceps. His knuckles were on the verge of turning blindingly white. This should be a fun day.