My Protector

Confusion

The morning went by in a blur, and soon enough, lunch rolled around.

As I stuffed my books into my locker, I ignored all the loud chatter of the other students. I had a head ache, and their annoying voices were making it worse.

I sighed and slammed my locker shut, leaning against it for a moment. The cold metal felt weirdly soothing against my hot forehead, so I let myself rest my head there.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made me jump, smashing my head against the locker. I groaned in pain and clutched my forehead, feeling the head ache grow.

"Wow, I never meant to scare you."

I turned around to glare at the idiot, and for the second time today, all words left me.

"Sorry." He smirked at me, making me blink in surprise.

I took a look at him, and I just realized he was wearing a dress shirt and pants with a tie. The dress shirt was a light blue that complemented his tan skin perfectly. His messy hair, though it looks like he tried to control, still had a messy look to it, adding to his attractiveness.

"Why are you at my school, dressed like that?" I finally asked. I had been wondering ever since this morning. I know he didn't go to my school, so why is he here?

His lips pursed and he leaned his side against the lockers.

"I thought you knew."

My eyebrows furrowed at his statement and I gave a shrug. He clicked his tongue and looked away.

"I'm a student teacher."

My breathing, moving, and brain comprehension all stopped. I literally couldn't move.

A teacher. A fucking teacher. I couldn't believe it.

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" I whispered harshly once I composed myself. He gave me a stern look for the swearing but shook his head nonetheless.

"How old are you?" I asked, suddenly feeling disgusted with myself for finding a teacher attractive. I mean, really? What are the odds that this etremely attractive guy, whom I assumed was my age, turned out to work at me school as astudent teacher? Of all things in the world, a teacher.

I just can't catch a break.

"Calm down, I'm only 20."

I choked on the oxygen I was breathing and coughed, trying to catch my breath.

20. The boy-excuse me, man in front of me is 20.

The same man who is also a teacher, and knows about my secret illegal job.

"Great." I said harshly, more to myself than to anyone else.

"Look, I wanted to see how-"

"Don't." I cut him off. He looked at me, slightly surprised as his jaw was still open. I looked away from him, ready to turn down any sort of relationship that may have brewwed between us.

"Don't ask how I'm doing. You don't fucking know me. You helped me, sure, thanks, but that's it. Leave it at that." I said firmly.

He had no right to ask me how I'm doing. He didn't care, he was just curious. He couldn't possibly care, he only just met me yesterday. Besides, I wasn't looking for someone to care anyways.

"Is it impossible for you to let someone help you?" He said irritably, taking me from my thoughts. As soon as I understood what he said, anger welled up inside me despite myself.

"Excuse me? You don't know me. You don't know what I've been through. YOU'RE A STRANGER. I don't want your goddamn help, just leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled at him, feeling my face turn red with anger. His cheeks were tinging red as well, his jaw clenching repeatedly. I almost worried about him gritting his teeth to their roots, but then I realized I didn't really fucking care.