The Teacher's Pet (Original)

4. Ragdoll

Thank God it's Friday! I jumped out of bed and ran a flat iron through my hair. It became longer without the curl knitting it up.

Then I applied makeup and decided to wear the sexy secretary glasses. I looked hot, not gonna lie.

I slipped on my good push up bra and matching panties. Then, I slipped on a blue blouse to show off my bosoms and black skinny jeans.

The only reason I wanted to look nice is because I knew for a fact Max was going to ask me out. Nothings going to ruin today.

I finished dressing and ran down the stairs. I grabbed my bag and purse.

"Love you Mom and Dad!" I yelled and ran out the front door. I was too excited to hear their response.

I arrived at the school and quickly walked inside. It was empty right now because I was early. Really early.

I was walking to the History room. Everything was going good until he spoke. "Elizabeth! What are you doing!?" That possessive tone only belong to one guy. Trevor.

"What do you mean Trevor?" I started to walk away from him, but his hand grabbed my arm. Tightly.

"Ow, what are you doing!?" I tried to pull my arm from him, but his grip tightened.

"Why are you dressed like that? Here."
He shoved his sweat shirt at me. What?

"I'm not wearing your sweat shirt and you can't tell me what to wear. Now. let. Go." I growled at him. He smirked.

"Are we still having our argument? Look I'm sorry, and you've got my attention. I'll take you back, now put the sweat shirt on." He said charmingly.

None of this was charming though.

"Your delusional! Were never getting back together. Don't make me repeat myself. Let go of my arm!"

Before I knew it he raised his hand. Was he going to hit me? It wouldn't be the first time...

But before his hand connected with my cheek he fumbled back. Like someone grabbed the back of his shirt.

I fell backwards from the pull, landing on my wrist. I quickly pulled it to me from the pain. It was already swelling.

I glanced up to see him. Mr. Sparks. He had Trevor in his hold and pushed him against the lockers.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN!" He yelled. Trevor went slack and his eyes were wide with fear.

Mr. Sparks spoke in his ear and I've never seen Trevor look that way. His response clearly meant that whatever Mr. Sparks had said. It was threatening.

Mr. Sparks let go of him and he skittered away. He looked like a dog with his tail in-between his legs, yelping.

I went to push myself up off the floor but yelped in pain at the pressure I put on my wrist. Mr. Sparks ran to my side and caught me before I fell back down.

His strong arms picked me up and set me on my feet. I pushed into him for support. My legs felt like Jell-O.

He helped me into the classroom and I sat on top of his desk.

"Elizabeth are you okay?" He asked. His voice dripping with worry. I nodded my head. I couldn't get any words out.

"Hold on I'll get you some wrapping tape and wrap your wrist." He was gone in the closet for a couple seconds but popped back out with the wrapping supplies.

His rough hands gently took my wrist and rubbed it. It hurt but felt so good. I found myself becoming calmer.

When he stopped I mentally frowned. I wish he could rub my wrist all day.

He then gently wrapped it.

Finally I found my voice. "Thank you Jas-Mr. Sparks." I stopped myself from saying his name.

"No problem. I hope you didn't get too hur-oh my god Liz, your arm." He instantly took it in his hands and massaged it. I winced at the pain.

I didn't realize it was already bruising. Purplish blue was appearing as an outline of Trevor's fingers. It looked hideous.

"I should of broke his fucking nose!" He raged. Him cussing scared me, I never heard him cuss before.

"Has he done this before Elizabeth?" He looked at me with those soft amber eyes. Tears started to roll down my cheeks as I remembered that July night.

"I'm tired of your bullshit Liz! Get the fuck out of the car now!" He'd been drinking and was taking me home from the party. I made him mad because I told him I wasn't ready to have oral sex. He'd been trying to get me to give him a blow job.

"Can we just talk about this? Please?" I started to cry. He pulled over and parked the car. It was at least four a clock in the morning. Still relevently dark.

"GET OUT! Or so help me!" He yelled at me. I went to speak but never said anything. The back of his hand hit the right side of my head. My head hit the window. My face felt like it was on fire. Bigger tears rolled down my cheek.

He realized what he did and instantly hugged me. Telling me he was sorry and that he was drunk. Telling me he'd never hurt me.

The embrace of Mr. Sparks snapped me back from the memory. I burried my face into his chest and sobbed harder.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay now. I have you Elizabeth. Your safe now, I won't let anybody hurt you ever again." He said softly into my ear. He stroked my head and rubbed my back.

I pulled away and wipped my eyes. He was in-between my legs. He tilted my head upwards and wiped away the remaining tears.

He leaned forward. His lips inches from mine. His hand resting on my cheek. I leaned a miler meter forward to close the space between our lips.

*ding, ding, ding.*

The retching bell stopped me mid way. I pulled back instantly. I cleared my throat and tried to slid off the desk. His cheeks were red and he shuffled back.

"I have to go. I can't be here after that." I said quickly. Talking about the whole incident with Trevor and the almost kissing my History teacher.

He went to say something but I just shook my head and ran out of the classroom.

I just ran out of the school. I was leaving just as the heard of students were coming in.