Yes, sir

CHAPTER 15

ELIAS' POV

It's been a week since I saw Clare. She didn't answer my phone calls, or replied to my texts. She hasn't been coming to school since Monday...the day I snapped at her for nothing. I wanted to go and see her, but her parents' were home. I must admit I was a pretty worried.

It took me what felt like hours to get informations out of her friends, I was literally begging these morveux to tell me anything about where she could be.

Marcel then told me everything about Kim, after making it clear that he'd only be telling me this because he hated Clare's ex-boyfriend more than he hates me. I somehow can't help but thank him and also understand what he meant: Kim has been a dick to her and she let him. Typically Clare... She can sometimes be really mature and stuff but she's also really stubborn and impulsive.

After thanking my students, I drove to the mall as this was supposedly where she was. My heart was drumming in my chest as I walked inside the huge building. I didn't know where she'd be so I called, again, no answer. I walked and looked for her everywhere. Maybe she's not even here, maybe her friends lied.

I was deep in thoughts when I saw my brunette getting out of the cinema. She seemed happy as she walked next to her frickin tower-'friend'. He was tall, as in two meters high tall. He had ginger hair and was fucking pale. He was also well-built which made me not want to even think of getting into a fight with him, he'd crush me using only his huge-pale-hands. Fucking Kim.

It was like a kick in the stomach when I saw my girl lean closer to his face.

This is not happening. I thought.

Just when I thought she would kiss his barely-existing lips, she brought her plump lips to his ear, whispering to him. I hated every movement she did next to him. I hated him, actually. He held her hand as they walked to the nearest café. I couldn't help but stalk them, praying that Clare would see me and walk away from him. They spoke as if they were fucking best friends, as if he hadn't hurt her.

My jealousy made me text her, asking her where she is and saying that I really miss her, just to see what she does. Maybe she'll reply? I see her lifting her phone from the table, reading the text, before locking her cellphone and shrugging when Fucking Kim asks her who texted. I wasn't going to just stand there and watch as this guy mentally molests Clare. But then again, she didn't seem to mind. Nevertheless, I walk to their table in anger and jealousy and my heart sinks when I see her dark eyes widen in horror as she sees me.

"Hey. I've been worried about you!" I state before leaning in to peck her cheek. Fuck off, Asshole. I thought before looking towards the pale guy. "Who's your friend?" I ask, emphasising the word 'friend' purposefully.

"That's Kim." She says nonchalantly, as if she wasn't that surprised to see me. "Kim, this is Elias." She presents and I turn to glance at Fucking Kim. I can't hold my role much longer, I was like third-wheeling them.

"What are you doing here?" I ask her, before throwing a harsh glare at the douche in front of her. "I was worried about you, you didn't show up- answer my texts" I corrected myself, not wanting to give any hint that I was actually Clare's teacher. I deeply despised this situation.

"I'm busy." She dismissed me.

My stomach dropped in disappointment, I knew I had fucked up, I knew it was my fault that she left, but her attitude was just getting me angry, not at her but at myself.

"We're going home, come on." I ordered. This dumbass has nothing to do with her.

"What? No!" She argued. Of course she'd argue, who am I kidding, she always argues.