Losing my virginity to my teacher | ✔

18. The beast.

What the hell is wrong with my godamn life.

     “What?  No.”  I twisted in my seat and glared at Jordan for even thinking like that.

     “It sure looked like it.”  He said through clenched teeth.

     “Oh my god, Jordan.  No.”  I said equally snappy.  “It’s a long story.”

     “Huh?  I think we have time to rehash it.”

     I just need some fucking time to breath through this chaos I called my life.  Chasing me into dark wilderness and leaving me there with no clue how to return.

     “You remember Nick, right?”  I asked him finally.  I was done bottling up my emotions and letting people believe that I was not worth their time. 

     “Yes, I do.”  He answered.  I told him many stories of him.  And he hated his guts equally, something we had in common.  But I didn’t have time to tell Jordan that Nick and I was somewhat related before because he acted like a dick again.

     “So, I found out today that Nick’s brother was Mr. Wils—” I started but was abruptly cut off when Jordan loosened his grip on his wheel and the car swerved lightly.  Horns blasted behind us and then only Jordan realized what he was doing and gripped the wheel tightly.

     “What the fuck, Amelia.  Mr. Wilson has a brother and that had to be this asshole?” 

     Despite of the situation I laughed a little.  But I can clearly make out their similarities in their behavior.  Both are irrational, harsh, unpredictable and grade A assholes.  I should have guessed it soon, but I had no reason to look for either for their traits.

     “And their sister is married to my uncle.”  I blurted.

     Immediately the car swung towards the other lane and Jordan lost control of the car again for a second before mediating towards our lane without any disturbance for others.

    “Oh my—Jesus.  What the hell, Amelia.  So, are they your brothers?”  He asked bewildered. 

     “What?  No.”  I shook my head and nearly chocked on my own saliva.  My brothers?  God help me, I would have seriously died if I just kissed one and had one right up my vagina.  “They are more like distant cousins?”  I helped him to conclude a point.  I didn’t research what they meant to me.  I don’t seriously want to know now.

      “Oh.”

     “And I am being forced to move in with them.”  I said casually.  His hands flattered and he spun the car cutting towards the next lane and taking left without any indicator.  There was series of horns and he didn’t even stop to catch a breath.  His legs hit on the gas and we were moving fast towards the park near my dorm.  He turned towards a lone alley and stopped the engine.  His eyes were still in front of the alley. 

      “Ames, first off all please don’t drop an atom bomb like that when I am driving, I will be easily distracted and we would have been dead by now.  And secondly why are you being ‘forced’ to move in with them?”  His voice was clipped and I now knew why he was hard on me.  He cared about me like any other good friend would.  I smiled inwardly.

     “It was decided by the ‘elders’ of our house.”  I air-quoted the words, specifically.

      “So, what are you going to do then?”  He asked with concern.

      “I am not sure what I am going to do.  Let’s see in couple of days.”  I shrugged. 

      “And this is why you have been avoiding Mr. Wilson’s class.”  He called out on me.  I have to option to tell him the truth or to accept and embrace the lie.  The later sounded less of a inconvenience so I nodded and let it slip away.

……….

      It has been three day and I still haven’t seen either of the brothers.  How will I?  Because I used my reverse stalking method and tried to avoid them completely.  Not that it worked.  It was Friday when hell broke loose.

      The first day I talked to my dad and he somehow convinced me to move in with them by using his sympathy card.

     And the second day I somehow convinced myself that the apartment would not be up to my par so I can tell Mia that I didn’t like it.  But I had been absolutely wrong.  It was like waking into my own personalized heaven.  So that was off the card.

     And the third day I pep talked myself into going to Mr. Wilson’s class.  But once I cornered the building my nerves had set in and I chickened out.  Instead, I went to basketball practice early to avoid Nick.

      It was finally Friday and I had piles of work to do.  And Jordan had pinged me earlier and told me that Mr. Wilson was in a yampy mood.  Surprise.  When had he not been in a bad mood?  I sighed and forced myself to concentrate on the ongoing lecture. 

      I shifted my eyes towards the i-pad in front of me and typed the landmark case laws the professor had been projected on the board.  I yanked my head up hearing a familiar voice interrupting the class.  My heart started to beat faster and my stomach was in knots anticipating why he was here and what he was about to do.  Because his eyes landed on me while he was talking to with Mr. Ponzio.

     My professor’s eyes landed on and he jerked his head towards him, making me stand up.  I collected my belonging and made my way up to the front while few murmured whispers broke near me.  My name was already damaged -not so much if others considered popular being addicting- among the students because of the strip show. 

       I stood in front of them and Zach just nodded at Mr. Ponzio and left the room.  I turned my attention towards my prof.  “Mr. Wilson needs you in his office it seems.  I will mark up your attendance as present.”

     “Thank you, Mr. Ponzio” I called out and made my way towards the exit. 

     When I stepped out, I saw Zach is making is way towards his office.  Like hell I will follow.  Who does he think he is?  Walking in to my lecture and demanding me to see me.  Clearly, fucking out of line.  I started walking towards the opposite side of him.  Maybe he will now know no one can control me.  But even before making five steps I was yanked into a room.

      I gasped and tried to scream but a hand enclosed my mouth seemingly anticipating my move.  My back was flush against his chest while I faced a set of brooms and cleaning supply.  We were in a janitor’s closet. 

     “Amy.”  He whispered against my ear and I started squiring in his hold.  “Why do you have to defy me every single time.  Huh?”  He taunted and his tongue darted out of his mouth and licked my cheek.  I gasped because of the sudden contact.   

      “I tried to ignore you for so long but you kept walking straight into my life again and again, princess.  And I ain’t no King for you.”  He rasped and moved his head towards my neck and start kissing.  I tried not to squirm but when he bit my most sensitive skin on my neck I could no longer resist.

      “Zach.”  I cried with pleasure.

      And then only realized his hand was no longer on my mouth but gripping my waist, tightly.  My back flush against his front and his hard on was planted on my ass and he grinded on me while he resumed sucking on my ear lobe.   

       He yanked my hair back suddenly and I gasped by the sudden pleasure shot through my core.  He held his hand tightly on the scalp of my hair and twisted my head towards him, I heard myself give a shameful moan.  He smirked and his mouth slowly made his way back towards my ear.

       “Because I’m a beast, Amy.  A ruthless monster.”  He sneered continuing his words from a few minutes before. 

      He grabbed my neck roughly and pushed my back against the door.  I groaned.

      “Zach.  What are you—” But my protest was cut off by his mouth crashing on to mine.  He was rough and I shamelessly enjoyed the pleasure erupting because of his dick grinding into my hips.  My mind went blank went his tongue darted into my mouth.

       My mind, body and soul everything was held captive.