A Teacher's Obsession || H.S || A.u

Chapter 3 part 1

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SOPHOMORE

| Donatella Bambi Tomas |

"Stop touching my ass you misshaped tick-tack!" I scream at Andrew when he slapped my ass hard. What the fuck was wrong with him? Everyone in class are starring at us, unlike him I don't like this kinda attention.

"It's not my fault you gotta nice ass. If you don't want the attention do wear tight shorts." He laughed slapping it again. This dick. Just because I wear tight pants does not mean I like getting my bum slapped. I barely even have an ass too! Biting my tongue before I get myself into trouble I walk out of Gym class not caring if Ms. Walden saw, I hope she does. I hate this class, the one period of the day were I get violated by the seniors. They think since it is their last year in High School they can get away with anything. And they do. From grabbing a girls boobs and ass to be being an complete and utter dick.  No matter how many times I report it to Ms.Walden she says the same thing over and over again 'boys will be boys'. She is such a sexist teacher anyway. She'll think of you as a slut if you were shorts and a tank top to class, but she is okay if the boys were to do it. Perverted 36 year old hag.

Walking down the hallway I go to the one person I know will help me. Knocking on the classroom door I hear a faint 'Come in'.

I enter quietly and walk over to Mr.S' desk.  He gave me a smile in which I returned before taking a seat. It seems that he was going over some essays but he payed no attention to the stack of work needing to be grade and gave me his. What a amazing teacher, puting his students first even when he has work to tend to.

"How lovely of you to visit me Donatella, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He said a smile never leaving his face. He must happy about getting a break from grading. I lean on the desk a bit and scoot my chair over.

"I am afraid I have come with some bad news. And I really do need your help." I say a bit hesitating a bit fuddling my thumbs. How am I supposed to tell my teacher I boy won't stop touching my ass without making it awkward?

"What's wrong Don?" He asks suddenly all serious. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips pulled into a slight frown. I take a deep breath and lay my arms on my thighs. 

"I keep getting my body parts violated in Gym class." I mutter feeling embarrassed. My cheeks were burning and my eyes were having a hard time looking at Mr.Styles.          

I hear a slow intake of breath. Looking up I see him frozen. His eyes weren't moving his face had an emotionless expression. But then his eyes started to twitch while the rest of his body stay unmoving.

"Mr.S-styles?" I whispered starting to worry, it was hard to tell if he was breathing or not, his shoulders were completely still. "Mr.Styles!"

Running over to him I shake him hoping he'll get out of whatever trance he was stuck in. I cry his name out once more checking his pulse to see if he was still alive. The feel of blood pumping was fast. It was like he had just ran, the flow wasn't normal for a man who had did little to no movement.

"God, oh g-fuck, please move!" I begged unsure what to do, and obviously not caring about my language. "What's going on, shit shit shit, please say something."

I start thinking of many possibilities of what could be happening, what I could do to help him. Was he gonna die? Running towards the door for help my movement's come to a halt when I hear him almost gasping for air. Eliminating the possibility of him having asthma attack from a fact I learned about him last year I came to a conclusion, he was having an anxiety attack.

Pushing him onto the dirty ground I sit behind him and hug him. Knowing from past experiences this is a technique that helped calm me down. So might as well see if it will do the same for him. I hug him tighter pushing his head to lay on my neck when I press my back against the wall. Cooing gentle comforting words to him to assure him that he was safe. After a few minutes Mr.Styles started to cool down a bit, his breathing became steady but I still checked his pulse to make sure if it was at a normal rate. It still was a little off but it was better than before.