A Case Of You

CHAPTER 1

Selena's pov

As I rushed down the busy corridors, I wiped the tears from my eyes quickly not letting other girls or boys see me crying. I guess I'm just proud that way.

Quickly I ran into the girls bathroom to fix myself up. I had been crying because I just can't take today. The bullying is getting
worse, plus I got an F in history today witch I will get killed for tonight.

It was lunchtime now and hopefully by the time I dried my eyes and fixed my mind up, the hallways would be clear and I could do my routine. Eating my lunch in Mr Nelson's classroom.

Walking down the small flight of stairs I opened the classroom door, to find Mr Nelson sitting there, marking our test sheets. "Good afternoon" he said not taking his eyes off the papers but knowing it was me. "Hey" I said throwing my bag beside my desk and sitting down.

"Want a strawberry?" I asked seeing my mother had packed mostly fruit witch I loved but I didn't plan on eating. I don't want to eat. I love eating! Believe me! But that's one thing those girls torture me about. Eating. They call me fat and all sorts of things. I had a slim waist but curvy hips and ass so I'm told by Sarah, my best friend. I guess they consider that fat.

Seeing him walk towards me he grabbed a strawberry from the box full of strawberries and blueberries. As he sat on the desk I was sitting at, he ate the strawberry as I shoved the rest into my bag.

"Why are you not eating?" He asked me confused as he knows damn well I love my food. Mr Nelson and I don't really have a strict relationship. To be honest... We're basically best friends. Well that's what it feels like anyway.

"Not hungry" I said coldly as I rested my head in my hands. "What's wrong?" he asked "I'm just tired, that's all. We had like 3 tests today and I failed history" I said as the tears almost welled up again.

"Well that ain't so bad. 2 outta 3 huh?" "Yep" I replied just staring ahead. "Where's the crazy girl?" He whispered referring to Sarah, I guess trying to make me laugh. I giggled looking into his eyes "she didn't wanna come today, she's with her friends from science... She asked me to join them but I said I'd rather be here" I smiled.

"You'd rather be wit Mr Nelson huh? The cool teacher" he joked "something like that" I smiled.

As we spoke about everything and anything I went into a deep conversation about aliens to him. About how I believe in them. Mr Nelson doesn't though.

"I think one day we'll get to see them" I said staring straight ahead. "What's that on your cheek" he said softly not even adding to the conversation that I could beg him to add to instead of talking about the massive bruise on the right side of my face.

Heavily covered up with foundation and concealer I guess he could see it from how close he was. It was from my father. I told him I wanted to go out when there were chores to be done. Wow was that a mistake.

"It's nothing" I said putting my hand across the aching piece of flesh in order to hide it. "It's those girls isn't it" he asked. Mr Nelson knows I get bullied. He doesn't know how bad it is though. But he's done his best in class to stop it. He even put a few of the girls on detention for nothing before. He just really hates them.

"No. They didn't do this" I said looking into his big hazel eyes. Seeing the worry and concern in his eyes really flattered me but there is no need to worry. They happens all the time. I couldn't tell him that though.

"You wanna tell me who did it?" He asked looking into my eyes making me look away in the heat of the moment. "Bumble" he whispered to get my attention making me slap his thigh, giggling. He always would joke and call me bumble bee or bumble because I would bring In those honey loop things for lunch.

"What" I whispered "tell me" he said in a serious tone. Just then the bell rang. Thank god. He smiled and sighed in frustration as he walked up to the black board and began to write with his chalk. I know. Very old fashioned. But Mr Nelson taught us that way. As the rest of my class walked in, I hid my face from Sharon and her group, the girls who bully me.

Staring at Mr Nelson as he taught, I couldn't concentrate on anything he was saying. I was more intrigued by him. Yes, I do have a crush! It's not my fault he looks so damn beautiful all the time. And his personality. Hear that waterfall?

As he spoke to the class I stared at his body. His silk black shirt clung to his well built but still smaller frame. He was very masculine to me I guess because I was 5'0 exactly and kinda skinny (not according to Sharon and 6 other girls). So his frame seemed bigger than mine yet he was so slim.

My eyes then roamed to his trousers. Black velvet trousers. They seemed a little too tight but that was always nice to look at as he had a nice figure. His you know what was a little too outlined though.

As the bell rang it was last class so everyone rushed to leave, to go home to their loving families. I rolled my eyes. "She should just fucking kill herself, wanting to be the teachers pet" I heard Naomi laugh. She's one of the girls. They were talking about me. As everyone left it was just me and Mr Nelson.

"Tea or coffee?" He asked randomly. "None of the above" I said walking towards his piano and sitting on the piano bench. He was quick to join me, sitting close enough that I could smell his scent. Lavender.

"Why?" I asked smiling "I would have made you some" he told me before stroking the keys. "We aren't doing anything today until you tell me" he said. Ugh he just won't give up on this bruise! If only he knew how many I have on my legs and my back. "You want me to show you something?" I said. I was gonna dig the hole deeper. I was gonna show him.

He nodded, his big hazel eyes staring innocently at me. As I pulled up my trouser leg he stared at my skin, peppered with deep purple marks. He looked at me with shock "why?" He asked. "My dad" I reviled. He stared at me with sympathy. I just shrugged my shoulders and pulled it back down.

"Why does he do it?" He asked curiously. "I don't know. He just hates me. Like everyone else I guess" I giggled.

"I don't hate you" I heard the older man whisper. I just flashed him a quick smile. He would never know how much those words meant to me.