He's my teacher... but I owed him

He's my teacher... but I owed him ~Chapter 3

Okay so yay for me finally finishing the third chapter ( haha um really quick just so you guys know sadly I don't really have any plans for this long weekend but that's good for you cause I'll probably post another two or three chapters this weekend depending on how busy I get. Please give me feedback... love you for reading <3

~Recap~

After looking around the house for at least an hour I got kind of thirsty. I pushed my way into my kitchen to grab a coke before I went to look for him again, but I didn't have to look very far. I was wrong. The image in front of me shocked the hell out of me. Right in front of me, on my very own kitchen counter, Tyler was standing between a slut's legs making out with her. It wouldn't surprise me if they had sex right there in front of everyone based on their body language. She was also wearing a dress so he definitely had easy access.

There was no way I was going to listen to him now. I grabbed the coke I wanted, punched Tyler right in the jaw (and yes I did PUNCH him), and I ran back out. Hopefully Nathan won't be by the rocks still, because I really don't want him to see me cry but I have nowhere else to go.

~Chapter 3~

As I ran near the waves tears began to fall, though I was unsure if they were caused by seeing Tyler with another girl or the pain rippling through my hand from punching him in the jaw. This hurts like hell and the worst part is... I probably broke my hand. Let's just say I'm not exactly the girly type. I mean yeah, seeing my boyfriend with another girl sucks, and there will always be a couple days of heartbreak but I can get over it.

What I really hate is those girls who think they're cool because they know how to bitch slap a guy. Yeah, it can hurt, and it usually leaves a mark but if you really wanna make an impact just punch them in the face. One thing is for sure... they'll never forget it. I'll probably never forget it to. If I really did break my hand it'll be the first time I ever broke a bone.

As I neared the rocky area I knew so well, my tears slowly became less noticeable. They were still falling but they were falling silently now. I sat on the rocks as close to the water as possible. Watching and hearing the waves crashing down on the shore-feeling the mist that slashed up against the rock I was sitting on-was the most relaxing thing I could think of. The slightly warm breeze on my face was very soothing and I had finally stopped crying.

I was finally calm when the unthinkable happened. Shit, No! He can't be here, not now. I must look horrible-the dark circles under my bloodshot eyes and the dried tears that were probably still visible on my cheeks probably make me look like a wreck. He was only ten feet away when I went to leave but mistakenly I tried to use my hand to push me up off the rock. I collapsed back onto the rock in pain though I didn't think it was that bad before. Shit I think he saw me. Oh crap he's running now, why is he running over?!

"Oh my God, are you okay?" He asked while grabbing my hand to take a look at it. I winced at the pain his simple touch had brought to my hand. I guess I punched Tyler harder then I thought. "This looks pretty bad. What happened?" I looked at his hand still holding my wrist and was afraid to answer. What if he thinks I'm stupid for punching Tyler? Or worse, what if he thinks I'm just another dramatic girl that flips a shit when she finds out she's been cheated on. "Lily," he said slowly as he raised my head to look at him," what happened?"

As I looked up at him there was something in his eyes that made me want to tell him everything. The whole thing began to replay in my mind, bringing the tears back with it. Nathan pulled me into a hug and rubbed small circles on my back doing his best to sooth me, even though he had no idea why I was crying.

"He cheated on me, twice! Once in my own fucking house!" I said as the tears began to fade again as anger replaced pain. "I knew this was gonna happen but I thought he'd at least have the decency to try to cover it up." Nathan pushed me away but locked eyes with me. "Who cheated on you?" He asked sounding serious and concerned, but also a little pissed off. Why would he be pissed off? Even my own brother wasn't mad and I've only known Nathan for about an hour.

"My boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, cheated on me. Last night he got drunk at a party and from what my brother refused to tell me, Tyler probably slept with someone else. I was going to talk to him about it and hear his side of the story but I wouldn't answer his phone today. My brother threw a party and Tyler came, probably because they're best friends, so I was looking for him to see what he'd say about last night. I couldn't find him until I went to get this soda and found him practically fucking a girl on my kitchen counter."

"Okay first of all, nobody how cheesy this sounds, you deserve more then that. This Tyler guy is an ass so just forget about him. But that doesn't explain what happened to your hand." Nathan stated still sounding very concerned.

"Oh, well that's to explain. I got pissed off that he'd be such a jerk and cheat on me in my own house... so I punched him in the face." I stated as though it was obvious. This statement earned me a very shocked, and almost proud, look from Nathan. "You seriously punched him?!" Nathan asked, clearly dumbfounded by this idea.

"Well yeah, I mean what else am I gonna do? Bitch slap him. Please, I want to leave a mark, not just some stupid red spot that'll disappear in an hour or two." As I said this, a smile made its way onto Nathan's lips, but it was soon coupled with that look of concern.

"Well I'm sure you left your mark because I'm pretty sure your hand is broken," he said as he examined my hand again. "We should probably take you to the hospital so we can get this checked out." And with that, we were walking towards his car and on our way to the hospital. He stayed with me the whole time as I told the doctor examining my hand what had happened. The doctor agreed that it was probably broken and decided I needed to get x-rays. I told the doctor I could come back, not wanting to make Nathan wait, but Nathan insisted I get the x-rays done tonight.

After the x-rays were done I found out I had broken my hand in two places and had an incomplete carpus (wrist) fracture. The doctors were going to just wrap my wrist and hand up for the night and give me some meds for the pain, but I have to go back tomorrow to get the real plaster cast thingy. Nathan drove me home and I tried to fall asleep but my arm hurt too much. When I finally fell asleep I dreamt of Nathan and his caring eyes.

*Author's Note* I may or may not put the dream in the next chapter so let me know if you want me to put it in.