Her Beautiful Seduction (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 10 || Tell Me to Stop, Or...

HEAVILY UNEDITED.

Again, I wrote this without looking through it, so please don't mind !

TELL ME TO STOP, OR...



Shít, it's raining...

I look up at the cloudy sky above, the rain already pelting down heavily, steady thrumming of droplets collapsing against the rooftop, as my brows pull together in frustration. How on Earth am I supposed to walk home in this weather?

And just when I didn't bring my umbrella, too...

I sigh, slouching against the pillar at the entrance of school as I watch the other students exit, some lagging behind while others hurried to their cars, bikes, buses and everything.

I guess I'll have to wait for the rain to calm down, I think to myself as I look up at the sky and avoid the gazes of the other students who are curreny staring at me as if I am their hot topic of interest (which I probably was).

"This is one of the many reasons why you shouldn't be a loner."

"She should've made some friends when she had the chance."

"Should we give her our umbrella?"

"No... somebody else will help."

The murmurs reverberating around me make me inhale shakily, fisting my hands. I look down at my feet and keep my gaze nailed to the floor until I hear nothing but the rain hitting the cobalt floor.

Gradually, they all leave, even most of the teachers, who only spare me one glance before hurrying to their own cars and driving away.

Soon enough, only the sounds of the rain hitting the cobalt floor and the beat of my heart resound.

The area is empty- safe for me, standing there under the shelter of the entrance.

I feel tears accumulating into my eyes when I realize that no one offered to help me. No one even cared whether or not I'll be able to get home or not in this weather.

No one.

And it hits me like a brick a second time. The fact that I was, am, and will always be truly alone.

I look up at the sky again, letting the tears gush freely, the small pebbles of rain rushing to camouflage my tear-stained cheeks. Releasing all my pent-up frustrations in the ragged sobs that rack through me, while I tremble.

God, why do I even exist? Isn't it better if I just... die?

"...Namora...?"

I look up anxiously, wiping away my tears with the sleeves of my sweater when I hear the deep, velvety voice of my favorite person.

Unintentionally saving me from the chaos of my thoughts, as he stands there in all his glory, nursing an umbrella in his left hand and his car keys in the other.

When my bloodshot mahogany gaze clashes against his conflicted, questioning blues, I inhale shakily and almost can't help myself from spilling my feelings. It's as if my subconscious knows I can trust him with my life.

And that in itself, is scary.

"I walk home... and I don't have an umbrella and... no one..." I stop, taking a deep breath as I shake my head, "no one offered to help me out. So now I'm just..."

And I see it, clear as day, the pity that swarms in the depths of his blues as he looks at me- really looks at me, in a different light. Probably seeing me for the pathetic girl I've always been. The side of me I never wanted him to see- me crying, sad, vulnerable, chaos in his eyes.