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

Chapter 3 part 2

[ A | n 2013 was such a blessful year fam ]

SOPHOMORE

| Harry Edward Styles |

"Get in there prick." I spat shoving him inside the girls bathroom. I step in locking the door behind me. Wouldn't want anyone seeing or interrupting this moment.

"Get away from me! I'll call the cops I swear, if you lay one hand on me I will." His voice was quivering, what a cry baby. I chuckle pulling out a pair of leather gloves from the inside of my jacket. I slip them on one by one before yanking him off the floor.

"You really wanna do that? Because I could tell the police what your dad does for a living." I pause looking at his confused face. "You do know what your dad does, do you?"

He shakes his head slowly and for a minute I almost feel sad for him. Almost. Laughs escape my lips as I look at the puny boy that probably thought of his father as a hero. He probably bragged about his father being the best dad on career day.

"He sells drugs. Illegal drugs. Now you don't want daddy to go to jail do you? Of course you don't, you'd never be able to see him again, he'll be out once your grandkids have kids. So he'll die in a prison cell. All because of you. Now you do exactly what I say got it. We've got a good 15 minutes to get this over with." I smirk pushing his to the ground and straddling him. He continues to beg me, but my mind was already made up. I wasn't gonna change it again.

"Please no, I already broke my arm don't do this to me." He cries crocodile tears, snot running his nose. For a quarterback, he sure was a wimp.

I throw a punches at his face, yelling all sorts of profanities at him. He tries to cover his face or fight me back, but I'd hit him right on his broken arm. He should just give up and let this happen, it's his fault anyway. I stood up and grabbed him by the collar making him stand up.

"Why are you doing this? You're my teacher." He shouts trying to act manly. He wasn't fooling anyone, he was nothing but a scum on this earth.

"You think it's okay to fucking touch somebody? You think it's okay to grab someone's ass when they ask you to stop? Do you?" I spat slamming him into the wall after ever question. I could hear the thumping of my blood flowing through my veins, I could feel it move fast in my head. I wasn't satisfied, he wasn't bleeding much. I was going easy on him, this is a Sissy's fight.

"What do you mean? I don't under-" I cut him off by slamming him into a pad and tampon vending machine. I turn him around and push him until his back hits the small metal vending machine. He arches his back crying in pain.

"You know exactly what I'm god damn talking about!" I throw him to the ground. Pacing around fuming with anger. "Don't you ever, and listen to me clearly boy. Don't you ever go near, touch, talk, or even contact Donatella. If you do I swear I will fucking kill you in front of your whole family."

"You're a sick man Mr.Styles. I bet you have a crush on her. " He let out a weak laugh. I stood silent looking at him with a scowl, not giving into his mockery. He gasped looking at me in shock.

"You're disgusting. Wha-why? She's a little girl, you're her teacher? Oh my go you're a freak." He gives me a look of disgust.

"Donatella is a beautiful girl, she deserves better than a scum like you." I say kicking his leg.

"And you think she deserves you?" He laughs.

"You do have a crush on her you creep. Do you think she'd even go for someone like you? A weird old teacher that has a silly little crush on his student. You're a pedophile and you're probably a stalker that daydreams about kissing his 16 year old student. Well newsflash Mr.Nuthead, Donatella is going to find a nice guy around her age, and they are gonna start dating-"

"Shut up!"

"They are gonna fall in love and you're gonna watch that happen. She's gonna graduate with her boyfriend and only remember you as her old high school teacher. They're gonna go to college together, live in they're own apartment were they sleep on the same be-"

"Stop! Stop talking!" I shout but he only continues to taunt me.

"On they're last year in college he proposes to her in a real romantic way and she can't help but say, 'Yes, yes a million times yes'. Then they have a real big wedding, and have a sex-filled honeymoon. Years later they have kids, live in a big hom-"

"Shut the fuck up!" I tug at my roots and try to rip the metal of the rusty pad and tampon vending machine.

"They are gonna live happily ever after with their own family while you're gonna be a distant memory, she won't even remember your name. You're gonna be sad and lonely. "

"I said shut up!" I scream hitting him on the back with the metal repeatedly. I fucking hate him, god I could kill him.

"You don't know shit about Donatella's fucking future! You don't understand anything, you don't anything about me. Don't you ever talk about her as if you know a single thing about her. You are to never talk to her or touch her again. You are to never contact her ever. Do you understand?" I give him a good kick in the gut dropping the light metal ontop of him. I whip my sweat in my shirt and let out shaky breaths. I was still irate but I couldn't take it all out on him. He would be dead if I did.

"Y-yes." He managed to get out. I nod smirking at the weak little boy.

"See you at school Andrew."

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