How can I not love you? (Student/Teacher)

Twenty-three

I woke up at the sound of my mom shiffling around the kitchen. I noticed I was still on the couch, my mom and I had fallen asleep on last night.

I sat up straight and looked around the room. Everything was different and I made the conclusion that she had been cleaning up.

"Goodmorning Josephine! You should get ready for school." She chirped.

I smiled at her "I see you've had a productive morning." She laughed but didn't say anything.

I stood up and walked upstairs to take a shower. I changed into black jeans with a simple white shirt.

I decided to text Demi to pick me up and walked downstairs. I saw that my mom was sitting at the kitchen counter with her head in her hands. "Mom? Are you okay?"

She looked up "Yes honey, it's just a bit much at the moment. I'll be fine, go to school."

I gave her a kiss and walked outside to Demi who arrived with the car.

We just talked untill we arrived at school and walked over to the group who were standing outside the building.

I was so nervous to see Brandon, he turned the whole story around and there is nothing I can do about it. It's his word against mine, only Daniel can help me do anything about it but if he does that he'll probably get fired for beating Brandon.

I saw Brandon standing just outside the circle of our friends with his cap over his head. When he saw me he pulled it down and his whole left side was purple. He could barely keep his eye open because of the swelling. Did Daniel do this?

I suddenly felt like I didn't even know who Daniel was anymore. The fact that he is able to do this to someone scares the shit out of me. The worst thing is, he did it because of me...

"You done staring?" Brandon asked.

I just looked him dead in his eyes. How dare he speak to me? Even though the way he looks scares me, he did deserve it.

I didn't bother to say anything back and just stood next to Rylee waiting for the bell to rang.

"So are you okay again?" She asked with a doubt in her voice. Like she was afraid of talking to me. Now everyone thinks I'm a weirdo who has panic attacks and there is nothing I can do about it.

"Yeah I'm fine." I gave her a reassuring smile.

The bell rang and we went to History class. I was walking behind the group with Brandon in front of me.

Do r. Hale, I decided to call him like this again because he scares the shit out of me, was standing by the door to let us in.

Brandon stopped and whispered something in his ear. What the hell did he say? I looked in confusion to both of them but didn't say anything. I walked over to my seat -which was unfortunately next to Brandon- and sat down. I made sure to not make any eye contact with Dr. Hale so I wouldn't give him the wrong signes.

He started class and all I could think about was the was his arms looked in that shirt. How you could see his veins in his underarm and those beautiful eyes.

I need to stop thinking like this, he beat someone up because of me. He is capable of beating his own student for me, what the hell is he even more capable of?

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A/n I'm sorry it's so short guys
:(. I was in Londen the past 5 days and now my phone died and I have to write on a very old one.

I wanted to give you guys something so here it is, I'll try to publish as soon as I can.

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