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

Chapter Twenty-Five

[A/N] - I'm sorry about how short the last chapter was. I thought it was three pages, but when I was rereading it on my phone, it was wayyy too short to be three pages, so I apologize for that. Anyways, this chapter's a little shocking. It may be moving a little too fast, but it's worth it in the end. I don't plan on ending this story any time soon, so let me know if I'm dragging events too far. But, there will be many nice chapters in the future. So, enjoy! ^_^

My tears couldn't stop. It was cold and I felt bitter, empty. After sitting there for what seemed like forever, I decided to escape school and go home. There's nothing else I could do. I was stripped of the only thing that belonged to me. There's no reason to even care anymore. My arms burned from the scratches on them and I felt extremely tired. Glancing at the school's exit, I got up and slowly walked towards it, my tears blinding my vision.

I fell to the floor, a feeling of being defeated overwhelming me. I banged the concrete and was tempted to scream my sorrows away. My throat felt sore from what he did to me. I couldn't even swallow my saliva. My head was throbbing with pain, especially when he slammed my head on a desk. The same desk I used to sit at when I was in his class.

I crawled over to the exit, making sure nobody was around. I opened the door and shyed away at the sun. My head was killing me, I just felt... done. With a sigh, I had to make a choice. Either go home almost naked or find someone to help me. Both sounded terrible. I can't risk any of my friend's life. I have to do this... but I could always tell Miguel. 

But then that would put my friends in danger. What else can I tell people when they find me? Oh, I fell down the stairs? I gasped when a sharp pain hit my private part, feeling worse then when Lucy sexually assaulted me. My forehead met the cold floor and the tears came faster. I never realized I was crying so hard until I looked at the floor and saw the puddle of my tears.

I don't know what to do. It's like I'm in a surreal dimension. Pinching myself, I frowned when I realized this is in fact reality. I slowly got up on my feet and started to walk up the stairs. I have to report this, I know I will face the consequences later, but I have no choice. Slowly walking up the stairs, I flinched when I heard the first floor doors slam open. The sound of moaning and deep breathing met my ears. I tried to walk down the stairs as fast as possible, stooping down behind the staircase.

"You're... so... oh my fucking goodness, you're so fucking hot."

I almost dropped on to my knees and thanked the heavens. I forgot this was Bryce's favorite place to bring his tools. I frowned when the sound of their moaning began to echo off the walls.

"Bryce!" I yelled.

Suddenly, the sound stopped. My heart was wildly throbbing in my chest, Struggling to swallow, I tried again.

"B-Bryce?"

"Suzy?" I heard his voice echo.

"Hey, what a-"

"Not now, Miranda. I'll come back to you later. Go to class."

I heard the doors slam and the sound of footsteps. 

"Where are you?"

"I'm here." I whispered, surprised I heard his footsteps approach me.

"Suzy, why are y-..."

He gasped and covered his mouth with his hands.

"Suzy..." he whispered, rushing over to me, "W-what happened...?!"

"Bryce.." I whispered as I looked away in shame.

"Are you cold? Here." he said handing me his jacket.