Unhuman ≫ h.s.

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Be right back this chapter literally killed me when writing it. I'm frustrated right now and you'll see why lovely readers, you'll see why. I hope you enjoy as much as I did writing it

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My mind couldn't help but wander to Harry as we were going over some type of theory in math. I rather much be with him then doing these equations. Or doing him while completing the equations. Haha I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me I'm just tired. I wonder what he's doing right now and if he's thinking of me.

"Ms. Zeele."

I looked up and saw Mr. Payne peering over me. I sat up straightening my jacket, I tapped my fingers on the desk. "Can I help you?" I asked a bit irritated.

"Yes you can actually, do you work." he snapped.

I looked down because I saw that the whole class was watching our little tiff. I chewed on my bottom lip for a few moments before opening my book, "sure thing." Much to my dismay Mr. Payne continued to loom over me. I saw that his attention was on my wrist.

I looked down and saw my sketch of the birds on harrys chest. I rubbed them until they were only smears of ink, he nodded in approval before finally leaving me. I let out a quiet groan before turning my attention to my work. I practically was running out of the room as soon as I heard the bell. But because I have the worst of luck Mr. Payne was by the door and caught my arm preventing me from leaving.

"God damn." I muttered under my breath.

"Excuse me." he said

"n-nothing. I uh don't want to be late for my class." I said.

"That's quite alright Nora, I'll write you a pass. Come in." he said ushering me inside his classroom. I walked and sat down in the seat closest to his desk.

I shuddered as I heard his door close shutting the two of us in. I looked at the ground as I heard his footsteps come closer.

"I can't help but feel your losing your focus in my class, is there something I should know. Are the techniques and the way I'm teaching boring you." he asked leaning on his desk.

"No its uh, I'm fine."

"Well you must not be if I have to walk through deserts to get you to do your class work. Listen, you seem like an exceptionally bright student and I would hate for your grades to falter for something stressing you out, or something that's just been bothering you." he said.

I looked at him for awhile, just staring at him with a blank expression "With all do respect Mr. Payne, I don't know why you are so worried about me, I'm not doing any self harm, I'm eating fine, and my grades haven't dropped, have they?" I said bluntly.

"No, but as a teacher I have the authority to step in and investigate if I feel like your in a unsafe situation or I have any reasonable clause." he responded.

I didn't like the sound of an investigation at all. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before standing up with my books. "No that won't be necessary, but the moment my grades and well-being suffer than you can certainly ask me questions."

I walked towards the door wanting to end this argument or conversation whatever you could call desperately.

"Ms. Zeele."

"What do you want me to say! what do you want me to do, cause I don't know." I spoke loudly, it was close to a shout but not quite.

"I just want the truth." he said quietly.

I thought of anything that would get him off my back. Than finally something came to me. I turned around slowly facing him again.

"Okay, its the class, I'm starting to get loss, I don't know how to do the problems and equations. Your moving to fast and I'm just getting frustrated because I'm getting behind."