The English Teacher ||Markiplier x Reader||

Blackmail (16)

A/N: Heyo! Are you ready? For what you may ask. For the roller coaster your about to go on of course. So strap yourself in as if you're on a Disney ride, and brace yourselves. See you at the end of the chapter.

"I know about you and Mark." Ms. Brole sneered.

The lump in your throat returned, but decided to keep up your act that you did for the Dean.

"Oh wow. Now a teacher is trying to accuse us. Look, there's noth-" She slammed her fist on the desk; making you jump.

"That is complete bullshit! And you fucking know it! Why else would you be sweating so profusely? You are such a terrible liar." Ms. Brole snarled.

She's right! Own up to it there's no getting out of this now.

"What makes you think I'm lying?" You had the audacity to ask.

"Because you little skank... I saw you two kissing." Your jaw dropped a bit. "Oh and let's not forget I also saw you two leave together that same day. Hell, for all we know you probably screwed him once far enough".

Oh my god. She really knows everything.

"Alright! Fine. We kissed, but that's all! I swear." You continued to lie.

"Oh, there's that bullshit again. STOP LYING!" She shouted as she bunched her fist and swung.

You waited for the impact, but it never came. A pair of loud and heavy knocks phased through the door. Ms. Brole brushed herself off while she walked to the door. When she opened it, her voice quivered.

"Good morning, Ms. Brole." A familiar sound greeted.

"Mar- I mean M-Mr. Fischbach. What a pleasent surprise." She nervously stated.

"Mr. Lee was being a pain and said I couldn't come to my class until break. Then I come to it locked? What were you doing anyway?" Mark asked as he tried to look in.

As you opened your mouth to speak, her head snapped around and glared at you. The look scared the living daylight out of you. Which meant that you stayed quiet.

'Oh nothing. Just working on some assignments for my class." She smiled.

"Alrighty then. Can I have my classroom back?" Mark joked.

"I'm almost finished here. Just wait in your office. I'll let you know when I'm done." Ms. Brole told.

"Just make it quick. I need to prepare for third period." He shrugged.

She closed the door, and made her way back to where you were sitting petrified. Her eyes focused on the outside world while you waited with anticipation. You go to speak when Ms. Brole whips around and grabs the collar of your shirt. You struggle for a bit until she spoke through her bared teeth.

"I will let you go this one time. But I swear if you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE about this little encounter." She laughed slightly. "I will make sure everyone knows about you're secret affair,"

Just the thought of it tore away at your insides. Ms. Brole tosses you away from her in disgust. Causing you to push the desk out of arrangement.

"Remember this. You are a no body. You don't deserve Mark. He will be mine, and I am certainly not going to loose him to a misbehaved failure. Got that?" She snapped.

You grabbed your bag; terrfied to move. Slowly, you made your way to the classroom door. When you look back at the fuming teacher, she responded with a piercing look. The breath in your throat began to sufficate you. So you swung open the door and rushed to the nearest bathroom.