A Change Of Directions (Camren)

Chapter 22: Tough love

"Sit." Lauren curtly ordered and when I refused to do it, she roughly pushed me down on the chair.

Was it wrong to feel a little bit turned on right now? I was handcuffed behind my back, obediently sitting on a low chair in an empty classroom with a dominant Lauren towering over me.

I bet everyone in my situation would have a leaking problem.

"I ask you again, where have you been?"

Her usually soft voice had gained a strong edge to it and it sent shivers down my spine. Whether it was fear or arousal, I couldn't fathom, probably both.

"At an arcade." I mumbled, feeling stupid for not having a cooler answer than this.

"An arcade." Lauren lowly repeated and I could feel heat creeping up my neck in embarrassment.

This was absurd. This whole situation was just crazy. Us being in an empty classroom, me still being handcuffed because Beer-Belly-Burton thought it would be funny to let me die slowly in the lion's den. And all because I had skipped some classes where I wouldn't have learned a single damn thing anyway.

And it didn't help either that my dirty mind kept conjuring naughty fantasies, always starring Lauren and me in the leading roles. Involving handcuffs, student and teacher, and detentions.

"Lauren." I started, "can we just skip the part where you're angry at me, and I try to make it up with grand, corny and embarrassing gestures? Let's get straight to the part where you've already forgiven me and everything's fine and dandy again."

"No." Lauren briskly replied. "Nothing's fine and dandy. Not until you understand what I've gone through."

"What you've gone through?" I shortly laughed. "You're not the one who got handcuffed and pushed into the backseat of a police car."

Maybe it would've been smarter not to say anything at all. The venomous glare she shot me confirmed my assumption.

"Camila."

I gulped.

"Did you get my messages?"

I considered negating it, but I slowly nodded. She would see through my lies anyway, she had a creepy sixth sense when it came to me.

"Mhm. And you didn't think it would be necessary to reply."

I was getting more and more nervous, and at this point, I had stopped looking up at her and took great interest in her shoes.

"Look at me."

Maybe if I jumped up real quick and used the few seconds of her surprise to dash out of the classroom, I'd be able to escape her. No, wait, the classroom door was closed. And I was still handcuffed. Unless I had super powers, there was no way I could crash through that door.

"Look. At. Me." The sexy voice repeated and I could feel invisible hands touching my chin, tilting it up so I would look at her. I gazed at Lauren with wide eyes, gulping.

"You had me worried sick." Lauren hissed and I flinched at her sharp tone. "You've never missed a Spanish lesson before without telling me where you were. And when I called you at home and nobody answered - I can't, argh! I was terrified! Maybe you wanted to go to school, but had an accident and no one knew about it? What if you were on your way to school but then you got kidnapped?"

I shrunk further and further into my seat.

"And you didn't even answer my calls, which you've never done before!"

"My phone was turned o-"

"What if something happened to you?" Lauren was close to screaming by now. "You don't know what it feels like, to have no idea about where you are and what you're doing! To have no single clue if you're alright or sick or hurt or assaulted or killed or - I don't know, anything could've have happened!"