Damaged Beyond Repair (Student/ Teacher) ✔️

Chapter 2

The guy had been precise with the directions so it wasn't difficult for me to figure out the classroom. I slipped into the class which was semi crowded, most of the people chatting away about pointless things, no one glanced up to see me walk in. That was a good sign. Being the center of attraction wasn't the kind of position I liked being in. I settled in a row where both the seats beside mine were empty; hoping the guy from earlier would want to catch up. Then I realized, I'd been stupid for not bothering to ask him for his name. But, then, neither had he. Oh well, there's always a next time.

A chubby, dark curly haired girl in the row towards my right, tsk-tsked me, she said, "Hi."

She was cute in the cuddle worthy sense with expressive green eyes.

"Hey." I had never been a social bee, but, I was going to try being friendlier this year. Maybe I'd be successful in finding a female friend after all.

"You look brand new." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"That's because I started today."

"Oh." She pointed at the stack of books on my desk, "Did you bring your Economics text book, volume three?"

I frantically searched through, and failed to find it. I laughed nervously, "Guess, I did not."

I had bought Volume 1-2. The man at the book store told me they'd ran out of stock. What could I have done? Tell him to print me a custom made copy? I think not.

"You're in for a joy ride." Sympathy washed over her. "Strap yourself tight and enjoy."

"Why?"

She leaned in; the scent of strawberry bubblegum filled my nostrils. "Mr. Masters doesn't take shit for no reason. He will torture you slowly, slit your throat from the back in a way you wouldn't even notice the pain. Pretty sly, arrogant even."

Yes, she was a lost case.

"I think I have an excuse. I'm new here." I explained.

"Wouldn't be good enough for him, I am sure, considering you missed a term. You should have a copy of the notes from the earlier term." A second later she added, "I could have helped you since I'm a desperate escapade, but running away from this class will only mean I'm getting closer to my impending doom."

What did she just say?

She went back to skimming the pages. She was the only one who had bothered to open a book.

The last warning bell had the loitering species file into class sheepishly, looking more like a herd of sheep followed by Mr. Hot-Shot from earlier, who strode briskly towards the center of the room, and slammed the binders and paperbacks on the teacher's oak desk.

You heard me, teacher's oak desk, the slamming being too loud had the rest of the loitering herd of sheep file back in.

This guy had to be kidding me, slamming books on the teacher's desk and all.

"Good morning, class." He leaned his butt on the desk, folding his arms across his chest, scanning the room with those mocha eyes I'd found myself falling into.

I was definitely imagining this.

"Alana Hayes."

Just the way I imagined him call out my name in front of god knows how many people.

"Ms. Alana Hayes."

That's when his gaze locked with mine, holding out my economics notebook. My Economics Notebook.

I stood up abruptly without missing a beat, all eyes zeroed in on me. My hands were shaking. Goddammit! The first guy I ever thought I could develop a crush on is a teacher?