Teach Me

Chapter 2

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I place my books in my bag so that I can be out this class as soon as the bell rings. This room becomes a little more suffocating every day. If I didn't need his class to stay on the team, I'm sure I'd skip it every day. Honestly, he's a piece of fucking work. This whole week he'd flirt with the female population while subtly touching me as he walks between the aisles of desks. I wish I could say it didn't affect me but then I'd be lying. Not to mention that every time he flirts with someone Alec goes on a fucking rant in my head. It takes everything in me to control myself and him. Soon as the bell rings I hop up quickly.

"Mr. Chambers! A word!" he yells over the noise before I can get out safely.

I can't help my groan of irritation standing still letting everyone walk around me. "Dude you got to stop spacing in here" Jer says clapping me on the back as he walks out the room.

"Shut the door please" he says once the last student is out.

I shut the door before turning to face him only to see he's directly in front of me. Fuck me! I can't even back up that's how fucking close he is. "Can you move?"

He looks down at me staring at my lips, "do I make you uncomfortable Beckham?"

I clear my throat, "I just thought you like to make other people uncomfortable."

He chuckles, "I've given you space but you're still avoiding me. Why is that?"

"I don't want this. You're a fucking man and not to mention my fucking teacher!" I groan in pain from Alec's assault.

He smirks, "doesn't seem like all of you agrees to that." He steps back from me causing Alec to whimper. What the fuck? Alec doesn't whimper, he's a fucking Alpha for Christ sake. "Go ahead and reject me then Mr. Chambers."

I stare at him in disbelief and he just leans there eyeing me waiting for my rejection. "I Beckham Chambers..." I pause staring into his light eyes. I clear my throat. "I, Beckham," I really wish I could but I fucking can't.

He looks at me smugly knowing I can't get it out. He walks closer to me, "here, I expect you to use it this weekend." He hands me a card that has his name and number on it. "You're free to go."

He walks away from me going to his desk starting to grade papers like I'm not even here. I walk out the class going straight to the senior lounge. My world does not revolve around him and I have plans this weekend that doesn't include him.

"I can't fucking stand him" I groan taking my seat.

"Dude you do spend most of the class in la la land" Jer laughs.

"You got to get shit together Brice, the team needs you" Kevin adds.

"Party still?" I ask trying to change the subject from the dickhead.

"Fuck yeah!" Jer says. "I can't wait to get fucked!" he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

I can't help but to laugh loudly at him. After the week I've had between coach, my father, and Mr. Young I need the stress relief. I've been trying to find stress relief in other ways but there's difficulty there. The only way it works is if I picture him and then at that point I'm just too annoyed to continue. The bell rings signaling the end of lunch. I get up going to my next class.

"I'm leaving!" I yell to my parents.

"Have fun honey!" my mother yells back.

"Can we come?" Mackenzie asks.

"Maybe next time, I can't have fun and watch after you guys too."

"What's the point of having a popular older brother if he doesn't take us places" Maddie complains.