Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

26- Conversations with Fists

Playing Cupid with Will and Emma, as well as playing Satan with Ben, turned out to be a great distraction. It was all that was going through my mind.

"Bella, you seem distracted," Mr. Cullen frowned, tapping my desk. I was sitting in the his storage room, grading the most recent quizzes his students took. He took my silence as an invitation to settle in the extra seat across from me. He crossed his legs and stared at me with a determined expression. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, just have a lot on my mind," I said distractedly as I skimmed the paper in front of me.

He slid the quiz away from my eyes, forcing me to look up. "Specifically?"

"Well, I'm trying to brainstorm ways to get Emma and Will together," I half-lied. There was no need to mention Ben, especially because I was sure the news would travel to Dean's ears.

Would Dean even care about me doing the stupid mission anymore? It's not like we were dating, so he didn't have to look after me.

Hell, I could do whatever I wanted. I didn't need his approval.

Not like you asked for it in the first place.

I rolled my eyes at my inner monologue and turned to Damien's expectant eyes. "What?"

"You're really out of it today," he pointed out, raising both of his brows.

"Don't you have a class to teach?" I raised a brow and pointed toward the closed door. It was super unprofessional to keep it closed. I'm pretty sure the students thought we were having a secret affair or something.

"Eh, they–"

The door burst open, making us both jump. Mr. Cullen made an annoyed face before turning to look at the intruder.

Dean stood there, catching his breath. He looked distressed with his hands on his knees. When he finally recomposed himself, he straightened up and ran a hand through his hair.

Our eyes met for a brief second and I quickly looked away.

"Yes, Dean?" Mr. Cullen asked in an irritated tone. He obviously wasn't too happy about the sudden intrusion.

"I..." Dean trailed. He cleared his throat and I saw him fix his posture from the corner of my eye. "I need a late pass."

The teacher disappointedly sighed. "Dean, how many times have I told you I'm not doing that?"

"Please?" I could hear the pleading in his voice. "If I'm late one more time, I'm gonna get an F on my next assignment."

I bit back a smile. It was weird hearing him actually being disciplined for his bad behavior for once.

Mr. Cullen sighed again but got up. "Fine." And with that, both guys returned to the main room, leaving me alone.

I focused on the quiz I was grading and grimaced. The current student didn't do well with the multiple-choice section. Feeling rather generous, I gave him extra points on the written portion, even though that was just as bad.

Mr. Cullen came back and shut the door behind him. "Spill."

"Huh?" I innocently asked.

He rolled his eyes. "What's up with you and my brother now?"

Wow, Dean seriously didn't tell anyone, huh. "We broke up."

His eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. "What? Why?" he squawked in shock. "What did he do?"

A dry laugh left my lips. "Nothing."

"Really?"

"Why does everyone assume I'm the one who broke up with him?" I huffed, crossing my arms.