𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖

you can trust me

𝓛𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓪

My head pounds as I walk into Anderson's class the next morning. Last night's activities took quite a toll on me this morning, but I didn't let that stop me from looking my best in front of James. I'm dressed in a white pleated mini skirt and a crop top since the weather is much warmer today.

I don't want him to associate me with the rest of the immature students here, because I'm not like them. I'm the only one that's perfect for him.

I walk past a group of my guys near my row, trying to get to my seat, but I stop when I drop my pencil. As soon as I bend down to grab it and that's when I feel a sharp smack on my ass.

"What the hell!" I shriek and turn around with clenched fists as one of Alec's jock friends sits in his seat grinning up at me in an innocent manner.

"I'm sorry I just had to." He laughs and his friends join in. They sound like loud obnoxious hyenas. My blood boils and I let my bag drop to the floor before I slap him so hard that my hand stings. The class quickly picks up on the commotion. He looks up at me and grabs his cheek in shock not believing that I had the nerve to lay a hand on him. He's a fool if he thought I was going to let him get away with that.

"Don't you dare touch me again you piece of shit." I seethe, looking down at him in disgust. Much to my surprise, he stands up from his seat suddenly with anger fuming from his nostrils. He towers over me easily but I don't let my guard down.

"You bitch"- he growls grabbing my arm harshly and I gasp. It was at that exact moment that James walked into the classroom.

"Hey- hey! Let her go! What in the world is going on here?" He shouts and rushes over to the both of us. He grabs the guy by his shirt and yanks him away from me so quick, that I could almost be drooling at his chivalry. His eyes are wide with concern. "Get out of my class. Now!" He snaps with authority making the guy grumble and glare at me before storming out. At this point the class is dead silent and I clutch my arm from how hard he grabbed me.

James takes me aside before telling the class to work on something to keep them busy, and leaving the room with me. He walks me to a secluded quiet part of the hallway and grabs my arm to see the small bruise.

"Leila, are you alright?" He asks me softly, I can't help but take this chance as an opportunity to get closer to him. I mean I'm no wimp and I've been hurt before, but now is the time for me to show off my acting skills.

"N-no." I whimper while looking up at him with watery eyes before sobbing.

"Tell me what happened so I can report this to my supervisor." He grabs my chin making me look up at him and I sniffle while shaking my head. The simple touch of his fingers makes a shiver run up my spine. "It's okay, you can trust me." I wrap my arms around his neck bury my head in his chest. He's a bit shocked and tense at first at the gesture and doesn't seem to move, until he wraps his arms around my waist and rubs my back. His embrace is so soothing that I never want to leave. My hands slowly unwrap themselves from his neck and feel down his toned chest before pulling away with a sigh.

"I was just trying to get to my seat- and then he...he touched me here." I pout with innocent eyes before turning around and giving him a good view of my ass. When I look in his eyes there's something different that I've never noticed, he's furious. Not in the shared anger sense, but more like it's personal. His jaw clenches and he lets out a breath. "When I confronted him he was about to hit me."

"Jesus." He sighs. "I'll see if I can get him transferred to another class for now. Would you feel better then?"

I nod before wiping away my fake tears. He pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket to give me and I thank him. We walk back into class and I can't help the smile from forming on my lips.