I Just Want To Feel You || DISCONTINUED

Chapter 4

I drew in a sharp breath and walked into the classroom, mentally shuddering when Sebastian looked at me.

He lied yesterday, Ciel. Look away and take your seat.

I walked to my desk and sat down, placing my binder upon my desk and flinching when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.

"You got home safe? A fucking wimp like you?" Sebastian questioned with a laugh, taking away his hand and wiping it on his jacket.

"If you were just going to wipe your hand, then why bother to touch me? Get away, Michaelis," I pushed him away from me, gritting my teeth. He moved away, frowning when getting laughed at by the football team in the back of the room.

"The dumbass wouldn't be able to bed the shit either!" The quarterback laughed, slapping his knee.

Sebastian smiled, "We'll see about that, you fuck."

"Screw off, Sebastian," I shoved him away, turning forward and writing my name and date on the paper. He sighed, but he got up nonetheless and walked over to the football team to talk with them. No, wait. Correction:

Fight with them.

"Fuck you, Jordan!" someone shouted, and a loud fist fight broke out between all of them. I shook my head slightly, looking over at the clock. There was still five minutes until class started, but the teacher wasn't here yet.

"Stop acting like a dumbass dom when you were being fucking soft as hell with that Phantomhive shit over there!" the quarterback yelled, grabbing my attention.

"Oh? You think I'd let him get away with shit?" Sebastian laughed, turning to me. I looked up at him as he approached me. "This fucking shithead?"

"Prove that you ain't his ma, Michaelis. Then we'll let ya go," the quarterback winked at me, smirking.

"You're just telling me to prove that I'm me," Sebastian laughed, reaching for me. I quickly got up in an attempt to run, but he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me back into his arms. "Fucking emo shit," he laughed, holding me in a choke, stopping me from breathing.

"Let's see where this goes," the quarterback high fived another teammate and they all laughed as they watched me asphyxiate by a person's arm.

I shut my eyes tightly, kicking back at Sebastian to get him to stop. I felt my chest tighten painfully as there was no clean air left. The other students just gasped as I kicked a chair into a desk, hurting my foot. Sebastian used his free hand to play with my injured arm, causing me to yell out, air leaving my lungs. I felt tears well in my eyes as a stinging sensation grew in my chest and my arm beginning to ache painfully.

"What's going on here?!" Mrs. Hill yelled, storming into the room right before Sebastian let me go, dropping me to the floor. She didn't see a thing except for Sebastian flexing his arms and me holding my parched throat with my safe hand whilst leaning my injured arm against my leg. "Ciel, get off the floor. You aren't a dog," she instructed, folding her arms.

The football team just laughed as Sebastian went to give the quarterback a high five. The students just gazed at me. They didn't care, did they? I stood up and walked back to my seat, holding my elbow.

"You're so much trouble, Ciel. I'm sick of your constant acting. Stop pretending and pull out your notes with your homework. Class is about to start!" Mrs. Hill screeched, walking to her own desk.

See here? No one gives a fuck about you. I told myself and glanced at Sebastian, who was taking his seat with a smirk. Not even him. He lied to you.

I was panting, grabbing the attention of the student in front of me, "Shut up, will you? I'm trying to read the board but your insipid breathing is getting on my nerves!"