Immoral Bonds

Chapter 12: When Sh*t Hits the Fan

It was the end of the semester, the last days of November. With every falling leaf, each day got colder and colder. I was failing biology, I knew that much. I could tell by the teacher that was currently writing on the board in front of me who was becoming just as cold as the weather. As if he wasn't already. I sighed as I looking down at the half-assed phylogenetic tree that I drew. Don't get me wrong, I'm trying my hardest. Even my friends noticed my increase in studying after hours. I thought that maybe I just couldn't concentrate because he was in the same room as me. But even away from him, he always seems to occupy my mind, like a mental plague consuming my very existence. Seriously infuriating. Yet, no matter how much grief he causes me, I can't bring myself to hate him, or even remotely dislike him. 

I try to read through the text book to gain some type of information about the current subject but it's like I can hear his smooth, melodic voice read it to me. My face becomes flushed and I slam the book close, startling all those around me. I grit my teeth. It's like I can't even breath without thinking about him. It's like my brain is going 'Wow you breath? That's so crazy because Law like totally breaths as well. Freaky right?' Sooner or later I think I'm going to bash my head in. 

I glanced up at the notes on the board and noticed I was super far behind. I hurriedly scribbled them down before the jerkward teacher wipes them off. I quickly got the last dot point down before the bell rang. Arthur and I began to pack up, zipping up pencil cases, closing notebooks and trying to rush out the door as fast as we can. It was the last day of school after all and I was just excited to chill about with my friends before our guardians came to pick us up tomorrow. Or so I thought...

"(Y/N)-ya. There are some things I would like to discuss with you. Stay behind. Arthur, you are free to go, enjoy your weekend", Mr. Law spoke in his usual monotoned voice. Arthur shot me a sympathetic look while I meekly smiled in return, gesturing with my head for him to leave. "Tell Jace where I am", I mumbled and he nodded in reply before heading out the door.

I turned around slowly to see Law sitting behind his desk, papers in hand, a calm but hard gaze dissecting my every movement. To be honest though, I was too scared to be embarrassed by his glare, because behind those cool, calm orbs, was a raging storm. 

"Yes, Mr. Law?" I questioned quietly whilst tip-toeing over to his desk. He gestured to the chair behind me, continuing only after I sat down. His blank stare pierced into my soul as I fidgeted with the books in my lap. "Do you know what these are (Y/N)?" He asked sternly as he lifted up the papers in his hand. I shook my head softly muttering out "no sir", before I heard him sigh. 

"These are your grades from this year as well as last year. As you are aware, I am new to this school, I was not present last year. So when I asked to see your results, you could imagine my surprise when I discovered that not only was biology your best subject, you were also mostly a straight A student. So tell me (Y/N)-ya, what happened?" He interrogated as I involuntarily flinched at his tone. 

"I don't know sir", I trembled as I gripped the text book in my lap as I looked towards the ground. One of the main things I struggle to understand with Law is his lack of communication and understanding skills. He's meant to be a teacher for fuck's sake, did he miss the psychology memo. I can't even fathom as to why he believes it's okay to behave like such an asshole. However, despite all this, at the moment I was too humiliated to say anything. I felt a knot in form in my throat as I began to shake. It took all my power to not break down then and there.

"You don't know?" He repeated mockingly.

"Yes sir", I whispered hoarsely as he rolled his eyes. 

"Honestly, (Y/N)-ya, you're almost 17. Do I really need to call your parents?"

I felt a pang go through my chest, as if I was stabbed or shot by his words alone. I felt my eyes heat up as a knot in my throat grew.

"Are you seriously crying?"

That does it.

"Yeah I'm fucking crying! You wanna know why? Because my parents are fucking dead you insensitive, moronic asshole. I thought soulmates were supposed to love and support one another! Be kind and shit! Yeah that's right, S O U L M A T E! You wanna know why I haven't been concentrating in class, because Trafalgar Law, YOU'RE MY FUCKING SOULMATE!" My breath hitched. I didn't even blink, breath or think in that moment. I just ran. Stress response 101: fight or flight. Take that Law, looks like I did remember some shit from you're class.  

Thankfully, it was after school hours and everyone was back at their dorm rooms now, packing up for the holidays. I dashed into the public bathroom, slamming the stall door behind me. I sat down on the toilet seat as I finally broke. The buildup of stress finally being poured out like the tears that flooded my face. It's over. It's out. He knows. 

I heard the entrance of the bathroom open as I quickly tucked my feet up. Not that it mattered, no one else was in here, this was the only stall occupied. 

"(Y/N)-ya?" I heard a soft voice carefully call out. Law? What the fuck? Pervert. In a women's bathroom. A quiet click met my ears as he locked the door. Shit, now I'm trapped in here. 

"(Y/N)....I'm sorry....really sorry...I guess. I should not have said those things...I'm not...good with words...or emotions", he chuckled sourly as I rolled my eyes, no shit. "Look, I had my suspicions about the whole soulmate thing so I idiotically believed that if I was cold and indifferent to you, maybe it would stop. But, I see that was not the case. (Y/N), I am truly sorry if my actions caused you any pain. I believed it was for the best", he muttered just loud enough for me to hear. Clearly this man was emotionally stunted, I have such great taste. I chose not to say anything.

"Could you please unlock the door. I'd rather not have this discussion in the ladies bathroom", he sighed and I could hear him pace around the bathroom. I reached for the handle and his movements immediately ceased as I waddled out of the stall. Our eyes made contact and once again the world was at a stand still. Once again I forgot how to breath. Once again I could not bring myself to hate him. Fuck.

His golden gaze drifted over me for a while as I drank in his features that were slightly more disheveled than usual. His orbs connected with mine before he stated, "you've been crying". 

I rolled my eyes at his statement. "No shit Sherlock", I croaked out while crossing my arms. He lightly smirked at my comment before unlocking the women's bathroom and gesturing for my to follow. I gave him a look as if to say 'really' and his smile dropped. "Please (Y/N)", he pleaded, those golden orbs practically irresistible. I flushed while pouting and began to follow him back to his classroom, nerves building with each step I took.