How to get an A [TeacherxStudent] .:COMPLETE:.

Chapter Seventeen

"I'm so sorry." I whispered.

"Don't be that way, it's fine." he said with a reassuring smile.

"Even your lips are slightly swollen, I told him not to do this!" I cried.

He sighed and shook his head. Leaning up, he squeezed my shoulder and smiled.

"I really appreciate you."

A small blush settled on my cheeks and I looked away.

"Aww, are you blushing?" he cooed, "How adorable!"

"Stop it Marcus." I laughed.

He got up and gave me a hand. I took it and got up as well.

"Should we go to the nurse?"

Marcus seemed to think about it and he shook his head.

"No, I wouldn't want anything to happen."

"By the way, why did Miguel hit you in the first place?" I questioned.

"I told him you love me and to leave us alone." He said quickly.

I can't blame him for saying that... I guess I don't have anything bad to say about it. I nodded and ran my fingers through his hair.

"I love how soft your hair is and you don't even take care of it."

He chuckled and hugged me.

"Class is about to start in a couple, I have to get everything ready. Is that okay?"

"It's fine." I said going on my toes and pecking his cheek.

"I love you." he said and sat down at his desk.

I hesistantly nodded and went to walk out of his room. Then, I remembered to tell him something.

"Um, M-Marcus?"

"Yes?" he said looking up from the stack of papers on his desk.

"I... eh..." I sighed and shook my head, "Forget it."

"What? What is it, you have my attention."

"Last night... Last night I went to... the strip club."

He sharply inhaled and gave me a look that scared me from head to toe. I don't know how to explain it, but it was as if his whole 'aura' darkened.

"You... what?!" he yelled.

"And... I know Marcus, I'm really sorry." I said bowing my head, "But... l-last night... I-I w-was sex... sexually a-assaulted..."

Tears clouded my eyes and I looked down. The room became very silent and I squinted my eyes close. I heard footsteps and then arms clasp around my body.

"Who did it?" he whispered in my ear.

I hugged him back and began to sob in the crook of his neck.

"Tell me, please." he whispered, "Who sexually assaulted you?"

I felt terrible when his voice cracked and his body trembled.

"Who..."

"The s-strip club owner." I sobbed.

He gently grabbed my shoulders and made me look into his eyes.

"What is his name?" 

"It's... it's a female..."

"A... a female?" he said in confusion.

"Yes..."

"What is her name?"