The Forgotten Hale | Teen Wolf / Chris Argent

13. C Stands For: ...

Yep another perverted chapter. Deal w/ it guys!
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*1 week later**
*Aiyana's POV*
I stared at the Tv, sighing. The usual, I guess. Nothing to watch. I yawned, looking towards the stairs. Chris stared at me with narrowed eyes, his hands hidden in his pockets.
-"What?" I asked, raising my arms. Chris closed his eyes and inhaled, opening his mouth.
-"Don't answer. I'm fine," I replied, crossing my arms. I looked back at the Tv, sighing.
-"Aiyana," Chris started, but I cut him off.
-"I'm fine. Oh, look at the clock; I gotta get to the school," I said, standing up.

-"Yeah, to talk about the test, right?" Chris asked, walking up behind me. I turned my head, staring at him.
-"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked, standing up. I walked up to him, standing still.
-"Sorry. I just.. I'm worried about you," Chris mumbled.
-"Excuse me? You think think I am cheating, don't you? You're the one who's disappearing almost every night. During these seven nights, you've been gone six of them. I know you are hanging with someone else. Whatever, that doesn't matter. I'll need to go," I said and walked past him.

-"You won't get there in time by walking. Let me drive you. We'll talk about this later."
I looked at the clock, sighing.
-"Okay, thank you," I whispered, walking outside. Soon enough, Chris unlocked the car. We both got inside, and he started the car.

It didn't take long, and the ride was silent. Chris parked outside the school, and there was no lights on.
-"I'll wait here. I know you'll use some time on that test, going through it and that. If there should be anything, please call me," Chris said, looking nervously at me.
-"Don't worry. I'll be back soon," I replied, opening the car door. I got out and walked to the school doors. For one second, I hoped they would be locked.

I pushed the door, and it opened. I shot a quick look back at the car, and Chris was already smiling down on his phone. I rolled my eyes, finding my way over to Bobby's classroom. I walked in and shut the door behind me.
-"Bobby?" I called out, looking around. I walked to his front desk, crossing my arms. He's not here, where he told to meet. Them where is he? I let out a small groan, rubbing my face.

Suddenly Bobby's office door opened, and his head poked out.
-"Come on in. You know this is my office," Bobby mumbled, giving me a small smirk. He then disappeared behind the door again. What is this man's deal anyway? I walked inside, looking around. The whole room. It was a mess. Stuff laid everywhere, even on the floor. For now, I didn't mention it.

-"I guess we'll just start then," Bobby mumbled, sitting down. I did as well, crossing my arms.
-"I know I've failed your class. There's nothing more we need to talk about," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. Bobby picked up some papers, smirking.
-"We've got a lot to speak about, believe me. First, why on earth don't you read in my class?" Bobby asked, staring at me.
-"Easy there, Cupcake. I didn't mean to make you mad. It's just, I can't understand it," I explained, looking over at the door. This might take longer than I expected.
-"You know, to get the job you want, you'll need to pass this test with a B. I can give you an A, but I'll need something in return," Bobby started, grinning towards me.

-"Do you really think I'll fuck with you just to pass a test?" I asked, rolling my eyes. What an idiot... It's unbelivable.
-"I mean, this test decides a big part of your life. Even Stiles passed it with an A," Bobby said, laughing a bit for himself.
-"First of all: Stiles is a nerd. Second: Why should I fuck you? I just thought, since you've already made me so many times before," I started, looking at my teacher.

-"I wish I could take back all the times I hurted you, touched you. I know I changed your life, and not to the better. Just please, I need you. And this would be the perfect time," Bobby whispered, rather sad. It's been so long since I've seen him like this... Last time he was struggling with alcohol... I almost dropped to the floor, wasting no more time.