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dismissal hurt him. I’d been blowing him off for weeks now and was starting to see pain in his eyes. That and a…coldness. Sometimes I’d feel it but as suddenly as it was there it was gone.
“Ms. Bungah,” Mr. Miller said walking up behind Jack. “Just the girl I was looking for.”
His eyes lingered on my legs a little longer than I or Jack would’ve liked. Jack raised an eyebrow at me.
“Hello, Mr. Miller.” I tried my best not to gag.
“I need to speak with you for a minute.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m in a bit of a rush.” I closed my locker.
“Babe, first period doesn’t start for like another twenty minutes.”
“Exactly and it will only take a moment,” Mr. Miller said looking at Jack.
“Oh, I get it. Some teacher student confidentiality thing.” Jack smiled. “I’ll see you at lunch, babe.”
He kissed me then left.
“I’m quite shocked you can keep this thing going between those two,” Miller said not even trying to keep his voice down.
I glared at him then looked around to make sure no one had heard him.
The halls weren’t full but there were still a few students roaming around. No one had heard, though, they weren’t really paying us any attention.
“Oh,” he said putting a finger to his lips. “Was that too loud?” He smirked.
“What do you want?”
“Why would you assume I wanted something?”
“Oh, just get on with it.” I spat.
“Oh, temper, temper.” He smiled. “I need another…favor.”
“What?!” I asked then looked around. I tried to control my rising anger. “I thought that was a onetime thing.”
“Whoever said that?” He laughed. “Look, just be a good little whore and meet me in my classroom in thirty minutes.” My face must have said confused because he went on to explain. “It’s my planning period.”
Meaning his free period. Normally teachers had those later in the day. I was surprised he didn’t just come in later when his class actually started.
“I can’t,” I said quickly.
“You can and will, Layla. Or do I have to remind you of what I know. Oh, wait, I’ll just run that information by Stubbs and-”
“Wait,’ I said catching his arm. He had turned slightly as if to walk away. When he turned back he smiled. I knew I was playing right into his plan. “You can’t.”
“Then I’ll see you in twenty-seven minutes.”
“You have no proof.” I blurted, crossing my arms though tried not to look as if we were having an argument. I didn’t want to draw attention. But most importantly I didn’t want to meet with him alone. I replayed Devin’s words in my mind and they gave me a bit of strength.
“Proof of what?”
“If you tell Principal Stubbs about…you know what, I’ll just tell him what you did.”
His smile widened a little. “Ah, but I do, Layla. And you don’t.”
“Liar.” I was a bit shocked at his words and my tone said so.
“My room twenty-five minutes.” He turned and walked away then, leaving me standing there thinking.
Could he have proof? How the hell could that be? Devin and I were so careful.
I decided then I had to find out, but not after consulting with Devin first. So I went to him and told him what happened.
“He’s bluffing.” He spat. “Lying son of a bitch.”
He had stopped his furious shaking and now paced in front of me while I sat on his desk. When he reached the door again he looked at me though seemed to be really looking at me for the first time.
I was propped on his desk with my hands placed in my lap. Though I was worried about myself and what Miller was going to have me do now that Devin knew about his little “favor”, I was more concerned with Devin. His job, his life-hell-his sanity. All gone because of me. It was a burden I wasn’t sure if I could bare.
“You know, your eye twitches when you’re worried,” he said coming to stand in front of me. He placed his hands on my cheeks and brushed his lips against mine. “Stop worrying. I’ll handle it. Everything will be fine, it will all work out, okay?”
I tried to believe that, but couldn’t. Well, I knew he’d handle it but I wasn’t too sure about the everything will work out fine part.
“Just…go on to class, do as he says but I’m coming, too,” he said releasing me.
That couldn’t be good, but I didn’t argue. I kissed him, then went to class.
When the time came, I asked to go to the restroom. I took the pass and went to Mr. Miller. Devin wasn’t waiting by the door and I didn’t know if I should just go in or not. After sighing, I did.
He smiled at my entrance. “Lock the door behind you.”
I tried to close the door but a hand stopped me. Devin pushed open the door and nodded for me to go further into the classroom. He closed the door and stood behind me, arms crossed, chest rising and falling rapidly. Had he been running?
“Hmm, somebody’s been naughty,” Mr. Miller said, smile never faltering.
“We need to talk, Larry.” Devin stepped next to me.
“Looks as if Layla has been doing enough talking for the both of us.” He stared at me with amusement.
“Layla did nothing wrong, it was all me.”
I must have looked shocked as hell when I looked over at him because Mr. Miller laughed.
“That’s not what her face says. Besides, I know that’s not true. Little slut was probably begging for it. Tight ass clothes, I’ve seen her shaking her ass in the halls.”
I didn’t think it was possible but Devin became even more tense. “Larry, shut your mouth. She is not a slut.”
“Really? Tell me Layla, how does it feel to be fucking three guys?”
“She never had sex with you, you bastard.”
“But her tongue is wonderful.” His smile turned evil. “And she certainly knows how to work it, does she not?”
“That’s not why we’re here,” Devin said, eyes ablaze. “You said you had proof, let’s see it.”
Mr. Miller pulled out a manila folder from his drawer, pulled quite a few large papers from it and placed them on his desk. Devin went to look. His shoulders fell as he took them all in.
“You’ve been following us?” He asked, voice defeated.
“Well, after that little incident at the bar I got a little…suspicious. Then in the halls, you two were a little too friendly.” He shrugged. “It was a little too weird. The after class study sessions with the door closed just pushed things a bit. You should really know better, Devin.”
“What do you want?” Devin asked, crossing his arms over his wide chest.
“Funny, Layla said that not thirty minutes ago. Tell me, did Layla tell you just now or yesterday? Quite the little chatter box this one. Maybe we should find another use for her mouth.”
“She didn’t tell me. Your bruises did.”
“Ah, so even after your time with me you two still…nice Layla, very nice.” He was looking at me.
Devin must have reached his limit because he reached over the desk and took Mr. Miller’s shirt in his hands. “Look here, you perverted son of a bitch, keep your hands off her. Do you understand me?”
Miller’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second. “Me perverted? I’m not the one who’s suddenly required a taste for pedophilia.”
“If you touch her again, I will kill you.”
“Empty threats mean nothing to me. Not when I have something to show for your time together. Yes, Layla told me about your little plan to tell Stubbs if-or rather- when I do. What proof do you have?” He removed Devin’s hands. “I win, Devin.”
Devin straightened. “What do you want?”
“Layla knows.”
“Other than that.” Devin spat.
“This is not a negotiation deal.”
“Fuck you, Larry.”
“Careful of your temper, Devin, or Layla might have to take that offer.”
“Layla go back to class. Mr. Miller and I have things to discuss.”
I turned to leave but Miller called me back.
“I’d stop listening to him, Layla. He’s going to get you two in a shit load of trouble.”
“Layla, leave, now.” Devin’s gaze was heavy. I nodded then left. My body was shaking now that I was out the room. The way Devin had grabbed and threatened Mr. Miller still played in my mind. I’d only seen a glimpse of this side of Devin before and if I was being honest, it scared me a bit. Devin was always so gentle with me. Caring. He’d never once raised his voice to me but this Devin, he was protective. Considering the circumstances I knew my worries were irrational; but I didn’t like this Devin.
I sighed, not really feeling like going back to class. Skipping the whole day seemed to be a good idea, catching the hell from everybody was not. Because now there was my father, Rebecca, Marina: for leaving her in second period by herself, Jack: For the actual skipping, leaving him with his friends, and Devin: for giving into Mr. Miller. If I left it would be like admitting Millers threats had scared me off and he would win.
So I stayed. I knew Devin had a class in session right now and couldn’t figure out how he’d managed to find someone to watch them on such short notice.
As I entered his classroom I found the answer to that question to be that he hadn’t.
People were out of their seats and talking extremely loud. When I opened the door some shushed the class but once they realized it was just another student they continued with their conversations. Though someone went out of their way to whistle, causing a few boys to laugh hysterically and join in with a few howls. I rolled my eyes and went to the front of the room. Which I guess was the back of the room since Devin switched the desk around after our first…study session.
“Hey, listen up,” I said crossing my arms. No one did. “Hey,” I tried again a little more forcefully. They shut up and looked at me. “De-Mr. Simmons told me to come and checkup on you guys.”
“Hmm, you can give me a checkup anytime, honey,” A dark skinned boy in the back of the room said. Some of the guys laughed while a few girls scoffed.
I looked around the room and met eyes with Marina. I had forgotten she had this class first. She smiled at me and I returned the smile. I knew exactly what that smile meant. There was no way in hell she wanted me to let that comment slide. If I didn’t say anything she certainly would have.
I then looked toward the boy who’d spoken. “Love, I wouldn’t poke you on facebook.”
The class roared with laughter and I tried to settle them down.
“All right, what are you all suppose to be doing?” No one said anything. I looked at the board, where the instructions were. “Well, hop to it.”
They groaned but took out their books. I sat in Devin’s black leather seat and smiled a little. I felt pretty powerful and it was just an added bonus that his chair smelt of him.
Being able to boss someone around was pretty awesome. I wondered if that’s how Devin felt when he taught.
I looked toward Marina who was smiling, too. She had taken her book out and began working. She met my eyes and a small laugh escaped her lips. I rolled my eyes but still couldn’t help but laugh.
The door opened after a few minutes and Devin walked in though seemed a little