Him and I

Chapter 3

Tyrene Pov

Today was my 3rd day back in school and I was not feeling it. I guess I had gotten so used to not being in school. I was in my second to last class. I hated this teacher honestly. "Miss Johnson, If you will not be present, you can leave." I paused for a second. I was present. "Uh ma'am I am here and paying attention." She smirked. "Then act like it." Biiiiihhhhhhhhh. She must not know. I rolled my eyes and continued to look at my book. Whatever. I left that period and went to my last. As they did announcements the said the Detention list. I was shocked to hear my name. My classmates all looked at me. What did I have detention for? I packed my bag and went down to the detention room. I'm so confused. There must be a mistake. When I walked in, there's  guy in here whose name I don't know. I tried to approach his desk, but he yelled at me. "Take a seat like everyone else!" I am a little offended. I walk back and sit down in the middle of the room. More students trickle in and take random seats. I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable. When the late bell rings, he slams the door. Kids who were rushing up to it just stayed outside. The ass-hat of a guy just waved at them. I took a breath and slouched in my chair. "Everyone sit up." I did. "You are all here for a reason..." He babbled on and on about how we basically suck. Then he pulled out a clipboard. On this clipboard was the reason everyone was in detention. Truancy, mal-conduct, playing in halls. All stupid stuff. Then I heard my name. "Tireny Johnson, distraction to class and disrespecting a teacher." How did he pronounce my name wrong? Anyways, that's inaccurate I was not disrespectful. The man moved on to other students. I sat in silence for the rest of detention.

At 6, when they finally let out, I was the first out the door.  I walked down to Mr. McAdams office. He was working on his laptop. "Good afternoon Mr. McAdams." He didn't seem to be in his usual good mood. "I got a email today. From the dean." He pauses in between each sentence. I don't know where he's going with this. He looked up from his computer. "Care to explain." I looked at the floor. I don't even know what the email said. "Um, I don't know what to say." He looked unamused by my statement. "We will talk about this when we go home. Until then, give me your phone." My phone? I know you fucking lying. I laughed at him and he stared back at me. He was not playing. I text Xavier and Grace, telling them I would be phone less. I placed my phone in his hand. He slipped it in his pocket. This is so unfair. I turned away from him as he works. Hmmp.

When we got home, he still hadn't said much of anything to me until we were in the driveway. "Go straight to your room and wait for me to come. We still have to talk." I shrugged my shoulders and got out of the car, slamming the door. I unlocked the front door and slammed that too. I went up to my room and you guessed it, slammed that door as well. I threw my bag down and laid on the bed. Fuck him. He came into the room not too long after that. "Sit up." I wanted to ignore him, but by the tone in his voice, I figured that wouldn't be the best of options. So I sat up. He had his phone in his hand with the email pulled up. "First off. Slam another gotdamn door in or around this house and won't hesitate to whoop yo ass." I could tell by his face and tone, that was not a threat. "Second. Read this email and tell me what the hell is wrong with you." He gave me his phone. I read the email 3 times because I didn't want to know what would happen next. It was basically a list of grievances about my behavior this past week. It has been terrible. I don't have a response besides I felt like it. Based on his recent threats I don't think that is gonna get me very far. I pass him his phone back. He sits it on my dresser. He looks at me as he waits for his answer. "Uh I-I have no excuse for my behavior. I just felt like it." He looked at me. "You felt like it? So you just do what you want when you want?" I think that was rhetorical so I don't answer. He looks down on me again. "You are in my house, under my care, so you will follow my rules and take my consequences. You have no phone for the rest of the week." That wasn't that bad. "And I'm going to spank you." That was the part I wasn't ready for. Where was the nice Mr. McAdams that is cool and took me to get his nails done? I didn't want a whopping. He didn't seem to care. He walked past me and to my bed. "C'mere." It wasn't an option. I walked to him and stood awkwardly by him. "Why are you about to get this spanking?" He rested both his hands on his legs. I didn't know what to say. This has to be by far one of the most weirdest things ever. "Because I have been acting up all week?" It came out as more of a question than anything. He nodded. Then he grabbed my hand and guided me over his lap. "Are you ready?" I didn't think I should answer that because it wouldn't have mattered. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.  The first 10 caught me all the way off guard. I panicked and tried to get up. He popped me particularly hard on my thigh when I tried this. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. The next 10 hurt worse than the last. I started to cry. I didn't know what else to do. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. The last hurt the worst. They were particularly harder than the rest. "Those were for slamming my doors." I whaled in his lap and begged him to let me go. "Tyrene stand up." I'm scared. What if he is about to whoop me again. I've had enough. I stand up anyway. I don't want to get in any more trouble. He reached for my wrist and pulled me into him. I thought was about to get it again. I don't though. He hugs me and rubs my back. "I'm sorry I had to do that. You have to learn though." I relaxed into him. I don't think I've ever been this intimate with a man. This moment feels special. Not like a boyfriend, but like a...dad. Is this what having a father is like? These thoughts swarm my mind until I find myself asleep.

Andre Pov

Before I realize, she's asleep. I put her in her bed and leave her room. I can't believe I just did that. I go across the hall and sit down in my bed. I think I should call my mom. I grab my phone and ring her. "Moma?" She picks up. "Boy, it's going on 7 o'clock. I'm tryna sleep." I took a deep breath. "I know but I did something." I heard her sit up. "Look, If you in jail, call Anthony. I don't know what to tell you, I told yo ass don't ever..." I cut her off with my laugh. "No moma. I'm not in jail." I laugh some more. "Well, what did you do." I stopped laughing and got a little more serious. "I uh, spanked Tyrene." I expected her to yell but she didn't. She was actually pretty calm. "That doesn't surprise me. She's a wild one. Did you have a good reason?" I nodded like she could see me. "Uh, yea. I think I did. I got an email from the dean of discipline. She's been disrespectful towards teachers and disruptive in class. Then when we got home, she slammed the car door, front door, and room door." My moma snickered. "If it was up to me, she wouldn't have a door anymore." I knew the truth in that. Antrez lost his door multiple times. I laughed. "Yea I know but I'm a man and I think she deserves her privacy." My mom grunted. " I guess. But I think you made the right decision. As long as you ain't kill her. I think you good. I would love to talk more, but I'm tired and you messing up my sleep schedule. Moma loves you. Bye." I smiled. "Love you to moma. Bye." I hung up the phone. She didn't eat. I don't want to wake her up. I'll just make breakfast for her in the morning.

Tyrene POV

The events from last night come rushing back to me. I get a little flustered and embarrassed. I go to grab my phone but realized that I don't have it. I roll over but immediately go back to my stomach. The dull ache on my butt hurts worse than I thought. I get out of bed and head to the shower.  I gotta get ready for school. I strip down,  get in the shower, and get out. I'm not really excited to see him if we're being honest. I get dressed and put my hair in a puff. I wonder would he pay for me to get my hair done? I'll ask later. I walk to the kitchen and see him putting food on a plate. "Good morning. You didn't eat last night, so I figured you'd be hungry this morning." He seems just as freaked out as me. I guess he didn't want to have to do that. I grabbed the plate. "Thanks." I stood up and ate because my butt still hurt a little. He was already in the car waiting for me.

We drove to school in comfortable silence, his music playing, and me just starring away. When we pulled up to the school I went to open the door, but he locked it. I turned to face him. "Ty, I didn't enjoy last night, but I will do it again if I have too. You gotta learn to keep your life together. I don't want any more reports of bad behavior or you will find yourself in a similar situation. Understood?" I nodded at him. "Yes, sir." He smiled. "Have a good day at school." The doors unlocked and I ran out. No exaggeration. I meet up with Grace and Xavier to tell them the news. I spot them sitting on the floor in the halls. I toss my backpack aside and slide down the wall. "Guys, you won't believe what happen last night." Grace turned to me. "Girl, what?" I took a deep breath. I'm scared they're gonna judge me. "Mr. McAdams spanked me. I got in trouble at school and he whooped me." Xavier was way more interested now. "Oh, my goddess. Did you cry? Did it hurt?" I felt my face heat up. "Yea-to both." I really wanted to cry now. Grace grabbed my hands. "Girl it's okay. I got a whopping last week from my dad. I told him to suck a dick." Xavier laughed. "Except he's not my dad Grace." Xavier smacked his teeth and rolled his eyes. "I mean he might as well be." I felt myself go stiff. I couldn't think of him like that. Our relationship is only temporary.

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