Hello There, Honey ❊ RAURA - DISCONTINUED

- chapter 15

Ross' POV

I walked into my classroom, thinking.

What the hell had just happened?

What had happened to me, why had I defended that girl, who the hell was that boy . . . who, what, where, when, how?!

My bubbling thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice, and a rough hand yanking on my shoulder. "Yo, Lynch, where the hell are you going? You sit over here." my best friend, Jacob, said, narrowing his eyes as he pointed his finger towards a seat.

I felt my face turning red as I doubled back and took a seat next to him.

"What's up with the pretty-boy smile, Lynch? Still in love with that slut Laura? What'd you do, fuck her in the bathroom?" I heard a voice behind me. Tyler. I forgot he was in my English.

I looked at Jacob for a quick second, watching his pupils shrink and his eyes darken. He too whipped around, just as fast as I did. "Shut your fucking mouth, Mezoni. I don't want to hear shit from you." I muttered threateningly, getting in his face and shoving him backwards.

What a dick.

I turned around again to face the front of the classroom, where Ms. Salas, my english teacher, was waiting to begin class. The bell rang, and all the students sat quietly. "Hello class, today we will be going over some subjects to review the testing that is coming up. Please, take out your textbooks." She said, looking at me weirdly.

I had always had a weird feeling about Ms. Salas; she was young and pretty, but it wasn't the weird feelimg of love or anything like that. That would be disgusting. She was just a subtle pretty. But something more about her gave me the creeps.

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I later found out why.

"Ross, please stay after class." I heard Ms. Smith say as I packed up my things. Shit. Was she going to give me detention for laying my hands on Tyler? I didn't really give two shits if she did; he deserved it.

After all the students left, I felt the pit of my stomach drop a little as she closed and locked the door. What the fuck? Maybe she had to talk to me about something really serious. She walked over to me with a smile.

"So, Mr. Lynch, you're on the varisty football team, I here." she said, making small talk. I nodded with a small, nervous smile as she walked closer to me. "What position are you?" she asked once again, laying her hand on my knee calmly.

I felt my breath hitch as she started rubbing my leg. "Qu-Quarterback-k." I stammered, closing my eyes tightly as she reached my groin. I laid back as she began to rub.

There was pain and pleasure, and it was too much to bear, and it was somethingI didn't want to feel, at least not coming from my own fucking teacher. She climbed on the desk and straddled me, rubbing her area on top of mine.

No. I couldn't let this happen. "M-Ms. Smith. . . Please don't .  ." I groaned, clenching my fists and biting my lip. I could feel him starting to harden. I was so helpless.

After what seemed like hours, Ms. Salas got off of me and started to take her clothes off. I covered my eyes and quickly walked out of the classroom. "Ross, wait!" I heard her call, but I ignored it, feeling a bit of tears begin to well up in my eyes.

Why? Why God? Why did you do this to me? I sighed, closing my eyes and screaming into my hands. Why, out of all the fucking things did you want my own teacher to seduce me?

The bell rang, and I quickly walked to second period.

"Hello class, today we will–" I stopped listening at that, and reached for the note. I knew it hadn't been written on for the past couple of days, obviously, because it had been the weekend. The girl and I had texted instead.

I wrote on the note.

Louise, Lucy, who ever the fuck you are, you're pretty cool. Text me after school.

                                                Love,
                                                                 R

I placed my head in my hands and felt the hot tears beginning to fall again. Everybody knew it wasn't good when you saw a football player cry. So I hid, in the back of the classroom, surrounded by no one, and a note.

A note to the person I could tell everything to, yet had no clue who they were.

A/N :

Hey guys. Sorry for not updating yesterday. Here's a really fucked up chapter for you. I hope you like it .  . . Heh. Make sure to comment and vote. ILY, you all are very cute! ❤️

Kai 💗