Chapter 8

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Ziya's POV (If everyone can go to new chapter two just so I can get the reads back up please)

"Okay, this one is pretty easy I mean, jock with ginger hair." Harrison begins to walk up to the only ginger in our class, how could Archie (I couldn't help it) be so stupid as to give away his most identifiable features. "Archie Lodge, nice to formally meet you." 

There are 4 pieces of paper left, Harrison begins to read one of them. As his eyes scan the crumpled paper, a smirk slowly begins to form on his chiselled face. "Well, well, well, Ziya Collins, interesting facts you gave me. Don't forget to come find me at lunch." He ends that line with a wink, I feel all eyes on me. God can you just pull me into a hole in the floor! "Of course sir, I will see you at lunch." I feel like sir sounds more 'appropriate' considering the current situation. 

Harrison carries on with his little game, I catch his glances every now and again. What is this trick he is playing? "I have been asked to get Ziya by the principle." I look up, recognising the voice spoken. "Of course, Ziya you may go. Just remember lunch okay?" Nodding is all I can manage right now as I pack away my belongings. "I'm sorry SIr but that seems unlikely." And with that, the door is slammed shut. The principal wants to see me! What could I have possibly done for him to need to interrupt a lesson?

"Jordan do you know what this is about?" He won't look at me, which only makes my fear more prominent. "Jordon please!" I pull his bag causing him to jerk backwards.

"There is not a chance in hell that you are going to sit in a room alone with that sick twisted.." he stops, he is unsure of what to say, I can see it in his eyes. "Look."


Jordans POV

English is so fucking boring, why do we need to learn the language we speak? 

"Mr Robberts, care to explain the last 25 minutes of this lesson to me since you decided that you can apparently multitask

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"Mr Robberts, care to explain the last 25 minutes of this lesson to me since you decided that you can apparently multitask." Her annoying voice is drenched in sarcasm as she points out that I am not paying attention. "I'm sorry Mrs Ugrat but my sister isn't in a safe situation right now  I have to go to her." And with that, I have collected my crap and I am out the door. I hate calling Ziya my sister, just makes me feel disgusting but I don't know how to ignore this attraction I have towards her. 

"I have been asked to get Ziya by the principle." it was a straight up lie but it sounded convincing, especially when it's a new teacher. He has no idea how this school runs "Of course, Ziya you may go. Just remember lunch okay?" My fists tighten, how cocky is this bastard to just openly flirt with a student? "I'm sorry SIr but that seems unlikely." F.ucking tw.at! 

"Jordan do you know what this is about?" Oh my shi.t she didn't actually think that we are going to see the principle, aw she is so fucking cute! But no focus she is 17 years old, she needs to open her eyes to the reality of life, it's not all roses and chicken nuggets. "Jordon please!" Her voice cracks, please tell me she isn't going to cry, no don't make me feel bad when I am trying to help you.

"There is not a chance in hell that you are going to sit in a room alone with that sick twisted.." he stops, he is unsure of what to say, I can see it in his eyes. "Look." I pause and put my hands on her shoulders, "He is a male, you're a beautiful female. He is still fairly close to our age, so you might not understand how absolutely gross what he is doing. He is flirting with his student, it is against the fucki.ng law." 

Surprisingly she wraps her arms around my neck. "I am not as nieve as you think, but you can't assume he is flirting especially as you weren't even there to witness it. Saying that; thank you for caring about me, it means a lot."

"Let's just go home."

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