A Teacher's Love (Under Construction)

Chapter 3

Once we got to school he tried to help me out of the car and inside, why I didn't let him I don't know he was only trying to help which was weird. No one shows me kindness on this level. Sure I get thanks and stuff, but only from my boyfriend, and I hardly get that. But never on this level.

He stopped the car in the teacher's parking lot. So far I had learned the guy was a new teacher and was arriving a week late.

"Jack, do you mind helping me take a few things to my room?" He asked taking off his seat-belt and reaching in the back seat. My mind was somewhere else though. I saw the football team, not far from where we were, in the student parking lot.

He looked at where I was looking and sighed.

"Jack?" he asked shaking me lightly. I snapped out of my trance and took off my seat-belt.

"Uh...sure yeah," I said as we got out. He placed two boxes in my hands and asked if they were too heavy. I shook my head and walked to the front door. As I was walking I looked at the football team and among them was my boyfriend, he was a Grey wolf and his name was Logan, in his truck with that bunny whore in his lap, his tongue down her throat. My ears fell and I whimpered quietly to myself. I knew we were going to be over soon and he does it to appear straight to the team but it still hurts and I knew there would be words about it later...along with physical actions.

We walked into the office and immediately I heard.

"Jack! Put those boxes down and explain yourself!" Yelled the woman from behind the counter. She was a lioness.

"It's OK I asked him to help me!" said the tiger I've been with the whole time, "There Jack! Just set them on that cart and take them to my room please and thank you." The woman scoffed.

"What did he do? Cross your path? Talk to you?" She asked. He looked at her confused.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Why is he being punished?" His eyes went wide.

"He's not being punished! I asked him too and he did it, isn't that right Jack?" he asked and I quickly nodded. She glared at him.

"Sir you're gonna have to learn what trash is in this school," she growled at me making me whimper and my ears fall hard, "and how to treat it!"

"Trash? I see quite the opposite. I see a student with a long and good life ahead of him and needs the guidance to get him there." I felt sorry for the guy. He didn't know how things worked here exactly.

"That piece of trash shouldn't even be here! He should be six feet under!" She growled loudly. My ears fell hard and tears filled my eyes. There was no suppressing a whimper this time. He was about to say something when a loud voice boomed in.

"Mrs. Sprite! If he wishes to treat Jack like this let him," said a large bear who was Mr. Wilson, the principal, "if he wishes to carry such a burden then let him. As long as he is a good coach." She huffed and soon I was being pushed out the door with the cart. Once clear of the door and in the hallway, I ran off leaving the man alone in the hallway hoping to seek a sanctuary in a place of hell. I never looked back.