Shhh... It's our secret (teacher/student relationship)

Chapter two

Mr. King P.O.V.

I walked in to my first class of the day, the first class of my teacher carrier. I saw a girl that was sitting alone in my classroom, wonder why she isn't out with her friends catching up after the summer. Maybe she was new, or just shy. She looked down in her lap, and didn't once look up, not even a little bit. She had s hoodie and sweatpants on, it was burning 90 degrees, how was she not on fire?!

The bell rang and the students came flooding in. The girls looked at me with lust in their eyes and tried to make themselves look sexy. To be honest, it flattering but I like a girl that can be herself and don't need a ton of makeup or clothes that make her look cheap, no offense. The girls gave me flirtatious looks and winks, I just shook it of and started my class. I went through the rules and the students asked me questions, most of them where if I was single, my age and stuff like that. Only the girls asked.
I looked over at the girl in the hoodie and she was sitting in the exact same position as when I looked at her last time, she hadn't moved a muscle. The bell rang and the girl jumped and looked up, I just looked away and saw the other students leave, saying goodbye. She didn't leave though, she just sat there for a little bit. "Are you leaving or...?" I asked trying to sound as polite as possible but after I said it I realized I sounded more rude than anything else, but that was not my intention at all. "I'm sorry, I'll leave" she said in a small voice, her voice was filled with sadness. " hey, you don't have to, you can stay till your next class if you'd like, I'm sorry if I sounded annoyed or rude, it was not my intention" I said trying to be professional but I couldn't help saying it in a smaller voice and feeling sad for her. "No I'll leave you alone" she said looking up at me. She had tears in her eyes and she stood up getting ready to leave my classroom before I stopped her and asked if she was ok.

Krystal P.O.V

He asked me if I was ok. I didn't know what to answer, no one have every asked me that question before. "Um.. Ye... Yeah I'm, im fine" i stuttered as I rushed out of the room. Once I made it into the hall the nasty comments came again, nothing new, the same comments as always. I looked at my phone to see that I still had 10 minutes left before my next class. I went outside to get some air.

The rest of the day went on, getting comments and just hiding, not saying anything if I didn't have to.
Once I got home I ran up to my room with my bag and went down to make dinner for the Devils, no, I won't call them my parents, and they probably don't want me to either.
I knew they would beat me even more if I didn't, I learned my lesson last year. They almost beat me to death.

They came in the door and sat down at the dining table, waiting for their food, I had just finished it. I put some on my own plate in the kitchen before bringing it out to them. I went back in the kitchen and ate my dinner, they didn't want to eat with me, nor did they want to see me. I cleaned up after them and went to my room.
Before I got there my dad had a grip on my arm, he dragged me toward him and punched me in the face. I was in shock. He had never, ever punched me somewhere where other people could see. He the, hit me in my stomach and I fell to the floor, he kicked my ribs a few times and left me laying in the cold hard floors. I couldn't move, I didn't have enough strength.
After quite a while I dragged myself in to my bathroom and checked out the damage, my face was turning purple, I must have been on the floor for some time. I got a wash cloth and soaked it in ice cold water and used it as an ice pack.
I cleaned off and went to bed.