Teach Me

Chapter Thirty-One: The Proof

CHRIS POV

I looked at Blake as he sat leisurely in the chair, staring at Alana and making me want to jump across the desk and punch him. He looked at her with an almost lustful look, making me boil with rage. I sat there glaring at him until the principal spoke up.

"Blake, we're gonna need to check some text messages on your phone." He demanded. Blake looked at him incredulously.

"You can't do that!" He said, outraged. The principal sighed.

"Just unlock your phone and hand it over. We only need to look at one set of messages." He said sarcastically. Blake clenched his jaw and then slowly pulled out his phone, unlocking it and handing it over. The principal clicked on something and then read over it briefly, handing it to Alana's mom as she read it as well. Her eyes widened a bit, and I couldn't hold back my urge to speak.

"I wanna see." I demanded.

"No." Blake spat, but the principal was already handing me the phone. I glared at Blake as I glanced at the messages he had been sending Alana, and my hands clenched into fists, Alana's hand clutching mine tightly in an attempt to calm me down. But I couldn't calm down just knowing how he treated her.

"You think this is okay?! You think you can just go around talking to people like this?!" I roared, standing up suddenly and making my chair crash to the floor. Blake backed up against the wall in fear, but I felt Alana wrap her arms around my waist, pulling me back and away from the bastard that stood across the room from me. My whole body was shaking and trembling from anger, but I unwillingly picked up my chair and fixed it, sitting back down with a grunt and continuing to glare at him. Alana reluctantly released me and I sighed as I felt my heart continue to race in my chest.

"Hand the phone over Mr. Brown." The principal said, clearing his throat and holding his hand out for the phone. My hand still shaking, I gave him the phone, looking away from Blake so I wouldn't be tempted to lunge at him again.

"Blake I understand that you lied to Mrs. Simmons here. You gave her a false story that Alana was raped by her math teacher, is that correct?" The principal asked sternly. Blake shrugged.

"Yeah." He mumbled. I looked over at Alana to see her staring down at her lap.

"Do you understand that my daughter is pressing charges on you?!" Alana's mom said loudly, causing the principal to stare at her pointedly.

"Mrs. Simmons please calm down." He ordered. She nodded and blushed in embarrassment, folding her hands and waiting for what was to come next.

"Blake, now that we have a bit more proof of what happened, I'm afraid we're going to have to suspend you for three weeks, enough for Alana and her family to decide if they would like to press charges. You're welcome to not come back at all since school is over soon, but I'm afraid you'll have to make up your finals over the summer, or retake senior year." The principal explained. I smirked. He would have to repeat senior year unless he paid for summer school. Pathetic ass.

"What?! I can't pay for summer school!" He complained.

"Very well, then you'll have to repeat-"

"I'm not repeating another year in this damn school! This is som bullshi-"

"Language!" The principal yelled. Blake rolled his eyes and sat back down, mumbling under his breath. "You're dismissed off school property. Don't let me see you again."

"Fine." Blake said, standing up and walking out of the room. I began to get up, but the principal stopped me.

"Mr. Brown, I think there's still some things we need to discuss." The principal said, giving me a meaningful look. "Mrs. Simmons, you and your daughter may exit the room now. This is a private matter between me and Mr. Brown." He continued, looking at Alana and her mom. Her mom quickly nodded and got up to leave, but Alana remained in her seat.