Beckham is starting his senior year of high school with his life already planned out. Due to take over the Watercreek pack once he graduates, a smoking hot girlfriend and football season starting, he's living the life. That is until the unexpected h...
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I walk into Titus's class to see he's sitting at his desk with Ms. Williams hovering over him with a cold compress to his head. What the fuck is this? Shouldn't she be teaching her own fucking class instead of being in here thirsty. I take my seat trying to keep my facial expressions neutral. I watch as she places a kiss to his temple, and I can't help the anger I feel at the action.
He's. Fucking. Mine! Alec shouts loudly in my head.
"Hello students, I'm Ms. Williams for those of you who don't know. Mr. Young is feeling a little under the weather today. I know you guys are reading Hamlet so today that's what we're watching" she says with a smile.
Titus slowly gets up hissing in pain at the movement. "Thank you, Ms. Williams, I can take it from here."
She eyes him, "are you sure?" I hear her whisper.
He nods and she gives him a small smile before walking out the classroom. He turns the TV on the cart on and Lauren wastes no time coming to his rescue by hitting the lights. He presses play on the DVD player before going back to his desk. I try my hardest to focus on the movie, but I can't help but look at Titus. He looks like absolute shit, he's pale and I can see the sheen of sweat from here. Alec whines loudly in my head for his sick mate. Why'd he even come today looking and feeling like he does? And yet he calls me the stupid one.
When the bell rings signaling for the end of class, Lauren turns the lights on and the movie off before telling her favorite teacher to get well and leaving the room. Could she be anymore thirsty? I wait until everyone has left before shutting the door and walking to his desk. "Titus what's wrong?"
He shakes his head, "you can leave Mr. Chambers."
I look at him confused, "excuse me?"
He slowly drags his head up to look me in the face, "you're excused from your detention for today."
"Titus."
He groans in pain, "go pet" he orders.
I can't help but to stare at him in disbelief. He's really using that tone to get rid of me. All I'm trying to do is be a decent mate and help him out but no, he wants me gone. Fine. Fuck it. I grab my bag and walk out his classroom trying my hardest not to slam his door behind me. I'm sure eventually he'll be well enough to give me another punishment and it's not a risk I want to take.
I walk into the senior lounge to the surprise of everyone and take a seat. I didn't even bother with getting food, won't eat it anyway. "What happened to your detention?" Jer asks.
"The man is dying, he told me I was excused from it for today."
"He looks like me when I'm hungover" he shivers in remembrance.
I can't help but to laugh. He's not lying about that. Jeremy has got to be the worst drunk I've ever seen. It's like he thinks he doesn't have a limit or a fucking liver. My mind wonders back to Titus. I'd just seen him last night and he was fine. I came over after practice and he cooked dinner for us. I can say the man does know how to cook. He showed no signs that he'd look like this today.
