Living With My History Teacher

Chapter 30

"This is the ladies' bathroom," I said to the person who stood behind me staring back at me in the mirror. I turned off the water and turned around ready to leave the bathroom but his tall frame stopped me. "Get out of my way," I said calmly staring up at him trying to appear unfazed by his presence.

"I know you're mad b..." Damon didn't get to finish that sentence because I cut him off. "Mad" I said, my voice quiet as I glared up at him. "Mad doesn't even begin to cover it."

"I'm so..." again, he didn't get finish his sentence. "What the hell was that?" I snapped at him, "some kind of pissing contest?" I could not keep the lid on my anger anymore.

"You don't get to do this," I said before he could get a word in. "Do what?" he asked looking honestly confused. It took everything in me not to reach out and slap him.

"You don't get to act like everything is okay between us. You promise you'll tell me all about Nolan's mother yet you keep avoiding it. One minute I think I know you and the next I don't. I mean who the hell are you really? Are you really helping me from the goodness of your heart or do you have ulterior motives? You are one big mystery Damon. I know you helped me and all and trust me I will be eternally grateful to you but I think I deserve to know the person I'm living with. I mean, I already met your family. Your father, no offense annoys me." Damon scoffed at that but said nothing else to interrupt me.

Someone please shut me up. I've said way too much.

Where the hell is all this coming from?

"What's with the both of you? I understand that he believes you are a player and yeah, you are. The man called me a hoe for Pete's sake. I also know your sister and I love her. But with you, I'm not sure and I just cannot decide. You keep sending me mixed signals. One minute you're all 'I can't kiss you because you're my student' and the next you're ready to get into a fight to get me away from another guy. Why can't you just be straight with me?"

By the time I was done, I was panting, trying to get air back into my lungs.

That took a lot out of me.

I honestly could not believe that I said all those things to him. I felt bare and naked. I felt like I had laid all my insecurities down at his feet and it was left to him to reassure me or mock those insecurities.

The bathroom was silent after my rant. Neither of us said anything. All that could be heard was the quiet breathing of the two people that stood in the bathroom. Damon wasn't looking at me anymore. I watched him stare blankly at the walls while I waited patiently for him to say something. Damon said nothing.

I felt like crying. I could already feel a familiar burn in my throat and my vision was getting blurry. I felt so stupid for telling him all that. Why the hell couldn't I just remain quiet?

Finally he let out a sigh and turned to face me. "I'm sorry," he whispered staring down at me. "That's what you always say," I scoffed, looking away from him so he could not see the tears gathering in my eyes. 'Not like you haven't cried in front of him before,' a voice whispered in my head.

I tried my best to breathe slowly and calmly to keep the tears at bay and it felt like it was working until I felt his fingers under my chin. Soon, I was facing Damon who stared down at me with those beautiful green eyes shining with guilt and sadness.

"I know I say this a lot and it must have lost its meaning by now but I really am sorry." Damon whispered. His fingers moved from my chin to my cheek as he softly caressed my cheek. It took everything in me not to lean in to his hand. But my anger kept me rooted and I did no such thing.

"Why don't you want to tell me about her?" I asked him, moving his hand from my face. He looked like he was having some inner struggle; like he was trying to decide whether to tell me or not. He opened his mouth about to say something but nothing came out and he let out a long sigh. "It's a long story," Damon said, running both hands through his hair. "And one I'm not ready to tell. I would like it if you would stop asking me about her."

Ouch

That hurt

What did I think would happen?

That he would tell me everything I wanted to know after that long ass rant.

Of course not. But at least I knew where I stood now.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." I said, my voice coming out surprisingly strong and confident. "Tay..." he tried to stop me but this time I did not let him. "Please tell Kyrn I went h..." Could I still call it home? In just ten minutes, what I had come to know as home didn't feel like it anymore.

"I'll come with you," he said with a sigh already walking towards me. "No, I want to be alone." I said to him. With that said, I looked into those beautifully captivating green eyes one last time before leaving the bathroom.

I walked out of the building and got a taxi. It wasn't until I was sat in the taxi that I let the tears fall freely.

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