Broken

Chapter-15: Fifty shades of torture

Fortunately, Mr.Malcum walked into the classroom and placed a full stop to our confrontation, at least for a while.

He was a middle-aged and willow-wild man with a beard and close-cropped hair. For some strange reason, he always appeared sleepy.

He started to deliver the lecture with the same tone laced with the dullness that could put a baby to sleep.

But it wasn't the boring lecture of the Calculus that was bothering me, it was Ryder.

Sitting very attentively, I kept my legs closed and fingers intertwined over my knee.

Occasionally, I observed him, as he possessed a stern expression on his face and took notes. I never considered him to be one of such a type and the realization surprised me.

Unlike me, his handwriting was neat and presentable. My alphabets looked like insects scrawled onto the notebook.

I was sitting stiffly, trying my best not to touch him. When he would shuffle once in a while, my arm would brush his shoulder, flashing an unfamiliar warmth through my course. It enveloped me, making me hyperaware of his closeness.

He was sitting so close to me and it was impossible to ignore him. The slight aroma of his sweet cologne surrounded me and I immediately jumped to the conclusion that it was expensive.

He kept flipping his pen back and forth on the paper until the teacher shot him a glare.

"Would anyone like to ask a question?" The professor asked peering at the students and I straightened up.

"Yes sir, actually Alissa wants to ask one." A quite familiar voice boomed in the silence.

Why would he?

Surprised by his move, I titled my head in his direction, my troubled gaze wondering on his face. His face wore a satisfied expression and his eyes sparkled with a sense of humor.

"Why would you....?"

"Very well, Ms.Bennet.You may proceed.I'm all ears." The professor stated in a serious tone, tapping his notes on the desk.

Drawing in a shaky breath, I stood up, unsure of my next words.

Blake was doing it on purpose. He knew I wasn't the one to feel confident in speaking in a gathering. Moreover, he liked to put me in such uncomfortable situations and sought pleasure out of my distress.

"Well, sir... " I trailed awkwardly, "I don't have anything to say." I added, shrugging my shoulders.

"Hmm, you understand it all?"

"Yes sir? I got my point."

"That's good, then."

Just then, I heard someone mutter 'Dumpissa'. My ears couldn't be wrong because the remark was followed by the laughter of students.

Humiliation and embarrassment boiled up inside my body. My throat tightened with the newfound emotions bubbling inside me and clenching my hand into a fist, I kept staring at the mocking faces of students.

"That's enough!" the teacher held up his finger as a warning and all the voices settled down.

The teacher exit the classroom and Blake erupted into a humourless chuckle.

"You surely are a comedian." he scoffed, snapping his book shut and cocking his head in my direction.

This side of him was new.

"Thank you, Mr.Ryder. At least I'm not a jerkian like you." I sneered, crossing my arms over my chest.

For a split moment, his eyes flashed anger. He furrowed his brows and scrunched his face momentarily before his cold demeanor was replaced with an expressionless face.

"Don't toy with me," he simply warned.

Wow. That was a two.

"Why are you sitting with me?" Gulping the saliva down my throat, I uttered without looking at him and I immediately regretted as those words left my mouth.

"Are you afraid you might fall in love with me?" He met my gaze with a renewed composure, cocking his head in my direction and the hair on his head flutter with the sudden move.

Eyes widened, I snapped my head at him, heat blazing throughout my body. He simply smirked, winking at me. Jaw opened, I returned his gaze while he kept tapping his fingers on his jeans-clad knees.

"You are delusional, " I snorted, trying to hide the blush that coated my cheeks.

"Whatever, " he said, clenching his jaw and running his finger along his jawline.

"Why all the sudden change?"I blurted, not caring about his outcome.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" he arched his brow, giving me a lop-sided grin.

"No," I said, turning my face away.

"Why don't you go and sit with your girlfriend or your friends?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air.

"Jealous are we?" he pouted, his hazel eyes sparkling fire in my veins.

"Can you be serious for once?" I rasped, irritated by indifferent behavior.

"Trust me, I'm baby, " he spoke slowly and carefully, allowing the words to roll through his tongue and licked his dry lips before heaving a sigh.

"I wanted to sit with you."

Those words did something to my body. I can't explain it but it compelled something inside me.

"I didn't want to miss the fifty shades of torture." He leaned closer to me, whispering near my ear.

His lips slightly grazed my right ear, igniting cold shivers in my body. I didn't know if I was ready for the fifty shades of torture.