𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 // 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

꧁𝐓𝐄𝐍꧂

Well, class started at one point and pretty much the entire period was filled with small giggles from me and Lloyd, earning a glare from our teacher every now and then.
Class ended, and Lloyd got up from his seat, staring at me. "Here's my number," he said, handing a piece of paper to me. "You should call me sometime, Danny."

I awkwardly smiled, blush all over my entire face.
Though, it was a bit uncomfortable. Only because of the fact that the Language Arts teacher was staring at us creepily, waiting for us to leave.
Little did I know, he was waiting for Lloyd to leave.

"Okay!" I said cheerfully, taking the paper.
He smiled, walking out of the classroom.

As I was packing my things up, the Language Arts teacher approached me.
"Mr. Torrance," he said.
I looked up from my backpack. "Yeah?"

He cleared his throat. "Please have a seat. I think we should talk about your grades."
I shrugged. "Uh...sure?" I said.
I sat back down in my seat, the Language Arts teacher sitting in the desk across from me.
"What seems to be the problem sir-"
"Mr. Jackson, please."
"Mr. Jackson," I repeated. "What is it about my grades that needs talking about?"

"Well," he began. "You're a really...good student, Danny."
I smiled a bit. "T-Thank you Mr-"
Before I could finish my sentence, I could feel Mr. Jackson's hand rub my inner thigh, causing panic to run down my spine immediately.
I grabbed his hand, pushing it away. "Stop, please," I said sternly.

He...
He didn't listen.
His hand went right back to the same spot.
My eyes began to water, I wasn't prepared for this situation at all.

I was terrified.

"Don't," I barely whispered, tears running down my cheeks.