11. The one where Mr. Russell is contradicted

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Elle

This has to be my favorite school I've been to so far, and I've been to a lot.

Its been two weeks since the night at the bar with Damon and they've been amazing. Not only with whatever we are, but with school too. The classes are pretty easy and I understand the system a lot more. I've also become pretty good friends with Adam.

It's Friday, and Damon has been asking when I have free time away from my mom to go over to his house. Of course we aren't dating, and the farthest we've gone is our make out sessions during lunch. I know he's older, and more experienced, though it seems really hard for him to hold back and restrain him self from going further.

I'm not sure if I want to go that far with him yet. Do I really want to lose my virginity to a fling? Even though he treats me nice and doesn't just ALWAYS want to make out, this could never turn into anything more. I've done lots of thinking about it, some good, some bad. And nearly all of my thoughts turn into me wanting all of him. I just hope when I go over tonight things don't escalate too much.

Before I can over think... AGAIN, Adam nudges my elbow that's resting on the desk with his hand.

"Hey, let's go to lunch?" I turn to look at his hopeful brown eyes. He's been asking me to go with him for lunch everyday since he introduced himself. Though I'm still a little hesitant around new people I've become a lot more talkative with him.

I bite my lip and look around the class. Only about six people were in this class, but I didn't know how many were in the other ones.

"Is there a lot of people?" He shakes his head and stands up, pulling me with him.

"Please please please come eat with me! Everyone else is so boring!" He says dramatically making me laugh as I nod along.

"Okay... but as soon as i finish eating, I am coming back to work." I state and he nods his head frantically with a silly smile before pulling my hand leading me out of the classroom. I turn back and see Damon paying me no mind as he focuses hard on his computer screen.

Damon

These past two weeks have been a mix of the best and the worst in my life.

Elle being the best of course. She keeps me on my toes. We haven't gone far and I don't want to push her. But holy fuck, I need to get some soon. A serious case of the blue balls is in my future if I keep on having these measly make out sessions. They're amazing, don't get me wrong, but the way they get heated so fast, makes me feel like I'm 17 again.

Mrs. Richards has been telling me more and more about Elle's situation and her problems. I feel like I understand her more than I did before and it makes me see her a whole other way. She isn't just a drop out that the school has labeled her as.

She's so much more. She's shy. She's quiet. She's a hard worker, but she can also be outgoing and amazing. When it's just us she's funny and quirky. Even when she's talking to Adam, I noticed she's become more talkative and even though I'd prefer if it wasn't with a boy, I'm glad to see her breaking out of her shell a little bit.

She's so young, and I feel almost like I have to protect her. The other day she walked into class two hours late. If it were any other student I would've ignored them and let them take their seat. But when one of the students opened the door to let her in, she had puffy red eyes with bags under them. She looked perfect regardless, but she looked miserable. She had sent me a small smile, I returned one for her sake but I was so worried.

During lunch that day she refused to go to lunch as usual. She approached my desk when I called her. I could tell she was tired and didn't feel well. I motion for her to come to my side and I lifted her to sit on my desk. When I placed my hands on her thighs to try and comfort her she hissed and removed my hands.

"Baby what's wrong? What happened?" I scoot in and look closer to her. If someone hurt her I would fucking kill them.

She shook her head and wouldn't look at me. I lifted her chin and she looked in my eyes now. I placed one hand in her soft cheek and she leaned her face into it. Her eyes were full of tears, threatening to escape.

"Please..." She whispered and placed her hand on my own, shaking her head again. Her tears were falling now and I swear I could feel my heart ache for this beautiful girl in front of me.

I only nodded and closed my eyes trying to keep my composure for her, "Okay baby." I looked at her and saw the relief on her face. She closed her eyes before removing my hand from her cheek. She brought it up to her mouth and gently started placing kisses on the tips of my fingers. It was that moment that I realized I didn't know her as well as I should.

She had been so upset, and she still hasn't told me the reason why. I don't like asking her, because she gets a really distant look in her eyes and asks me to drop it. Even though I stopped asking her about it, I'll be damned if she thinks I'm going to let someone hurt her and get away with it.

Before I can get too lost in my thoughts, there is a quiet knock on the metal fame of the door. I turn to see Ms. Richards standing there. She walks in as I sit up in my chair and give her a smile.

"I just wanted to ask how Elle has been settling in. I know she was off to a rough start, but she is a very bright girl and I think this school will do her a lot of good."

I nod, and I swear, my smile widens just talking about how well this girl is doing.

"She is really smart and she's been doing extremely well considering she missed a whole year of school." I nod and type in the passwords to my computer to look at her progress.

We discuss her academics for a few minutes before talking about how she's doing being here at this school in general.

"I'm glad she's taken a liking to you." Ms. Richards says and I hope she doesn't notice my change in demeanor. 

"What do you mean?" I ask while she takes a seat now in one of the desks. 

"Well, Elle has had a lot of problems warming up to people. I know we haven't gone into the depths of her mental health but I feel it is important for you to know."

What the fuck is she on about?

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