HeartBeat

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Ava

"Any progress?" Mr. Scott cuts me an annoyed glance. I ignore, it and continue to spin around in the chair, I found for myself.

Everyday, has been time spent in the lab, with the same questioned ask, twice each day. Its already Wednesday and I was neither eager for my psychology, nor literature class.

Urgency continued to hum inside of me. Especially since my bout of complete and total insanity, on Sunday afternoon. I ignore the heat that thrums through my body, favoring to look tauntingly at the annoyed psychology teacher.

"No." he almost growls. I would have seen it as a challenge before, as I did when he got too comfortable with me, and I had made him keel over with two jabs too his kidneys. Now it only amused me.

"Like I said, your blood samples, are complex. I am not even a quarter way done with learning and understanding even one sample, and I have eleven more." I blink slowly.

Mr. Scott turns away with a huff. He was growing more and more upset with each passing day. And I was thinking it had to do less with me.... Okay more with me, and even more with having not seen his student lover in days.

I had noticed him ignoring his texts and avoiding Liam around campus.

The sad puppy look I had caught a glimpse of on the Liam-couldn't get closer since, Chase was also there- was pathetic. I share my feelings.

"You are pathetic." Mr. Scott looks at me, his eyes were wide open and very offended.

He sputters.

I almost roll my eyes, an offense Father had taken brutal pains to get rid of. And I do, for the hell of it, even as my chest tightens with fear and pain for disobeying, I do it again.

An act of more defiance.

If Mr. Scott had found the act of my double eyeroll odd, he says nothing, to busy huffing and sputtering, exposing his age.

I smirk in amusement.

"Let's leave, you'll have today to play with your student's cock." I say bluntly.

At that, Mr. Scott goes beat red, his mouth hanging open.

"Oh yes, I'm sure that's how he prefers you." Mr. Scott's mouth snaps shout, and I snort.

"You wear the look of a man whose life is being slowly sucked away from him." I shake my head.

"No pun of course." I say, my accent thickening in my throat, as I reuse my brother's words.

I was growing more and more familiar in the ways of how society uses phrases I'd already known. Most of them, from overheard conversations, still escaped me, but I was learning quickly and quietly, none the less.

Mr. Scott looks at me with anxious eyes, before shaking his head, and turning back to his work.

"We are on a time limit. I'll work till it's time for class, like we've been doing."

"Mhm." I narrow my eyes, stand and move forward. I grab Mr. Scott's shoulder, gripping it hard enough that he grunts in pain, and help him out of his seat. Unable to shake me off, he follows the silent command.

"It doesn't matter if you avoid him. You fucking idiot, I already have enough to get you both in irreversible trouble. And I'm already secured in his friend's circle. I can slit his throat anytime I want. Now you have my permission to see him. You've been a shit for days now, and there is only so much I may be willing to tolerate." I growl.