Late For French - (Fransykes)

Chapter 20

A/N: Hello my lovelies. I'm back from being away and dealing with life. I changed the ending to this about three times lol but I hope it's okay. I'm feeling a little rusty with writing lately, i'm not sure why but I hope I get my writing spark back soon. Anyway Happy Halloween Eve Eve 🎃 (what you all dressing up as?) 

Enjoy xx

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Oliver's POV

A wild thunder storm erupted inside of me. Sparks of anger raged from the depths within me, swirling up from the very pit of my stomach and rising up collecting every ounce of fury which came from left, right and centre, almost like a tornado.

I stormed down the staircase and out of the school building and headed straight for the school gates. I was fuming and the last place I wanted to be is in that fucking building filled with assholes who all thought I was nothing more than a lying useless drug dealer!

"Ugh!" I roared as I aggressively kicked over one of the bins on my way to the gates.

It felt good to let out my aggression, so I kicked it again without giving a fuck about the consequences. I needed a bloody punching bag- no, Mr Franceschi's face is what I eagerly needed to punch right now!

I could understand why the rest of the teachers assume I was the one who brought drugs into school. I've been nothing but trouble to them all since day one, even my parents thought I was a waste of space, but Josh? He wasn't just my teacher anymore... he was more than that, well, so I thought. He clearly just proved me wrong by assuming like everyone else that I'm a useless good for nothing!

I felt betrayed by him, disrespected in a sense because he didn't believe me straight away and questioned when I asked him for help. I thought we were making process in whatever was going on between us, but now he's fucking ruined it all! I hate him!

With another frustrated growl, I kick the bin hard one final time and charged over to exit the gates. I didn't care I was vandalizing school property, they can all go fuck themselves.

As I reached the school gates a hand clutches onto my left wrist and yanks me away from them.

"Where do you think you're going?" Josh's voice meets my ears before my eyes do and if I wasn't angry before, I sure as hell am now.

Without a second thought, I swing my fist at him and his eyes widen in shock at my outburst of violence. He's quick to react though and manages to block my blow from punching his face.

I shoot him a nasty glare just as he latches onto my wrist and pulls it down away from his face and tightly holds both my wrists together. I try pulling my wrists out of his grasp but he only grips on to them tighter making me growl in frustration.

"Let go of me!" I demand, struggling to get free.

"I'm not letting you skip school!" he argues back still refusing to let me go.

"Fuck you!" I spat, "You can't tell me what to do!"

"Watch you're language!" he scolds making my temper rise drastically.

Is he actually fucking kidding me?!

I just wanted to get away from him. Or better yet, hit him or hurt him in any way that I possibly could. He hurt me more than I ever thought he would and right now I was lashing out rationally. I could feel my eyes getting wet but I wouldn't let them turn into tears, not for this bastard.