Chapter 16

Scarlett's POV

I hurriedly changed into fresh clothes when I got to the room. I got another of Michelle's waist trainers to hold my boobs down.

There was a knock on the door, followed by Zion’s gentle voice.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“Wait a minute.” I said, breathing really hard and fast. I stood in front of a mirror, and I smiled. I had transitioned back to being a boy.

“Come in!” I said, and the door creaked open. Zion threw his bag on the bed, and the books fell out.

“A small penis?! Seriously?!” I hissed. “Was that the best you could come up with?”

“Look, I'm sorry, that was the only thing that came to mind. I swear.” He muttered, looking at me.

“That's more stigma and more trolls.” I sighed.

“Oh, don't worry.” He shrugged. “Most of the guys have normal sized dicks, so it shouldn't be a problem.”

“If you say so then.” I shrugged. “But you called mine small!”

“We're lucky that your wolf is huge, and it's not so easy to distinguish He muttered and I sighed. “Your wolf is beautiful by the way.”

“I know.” I giggled. “Thank you.”

“But what the fuck were you thinking? Shifting to fight Lincoln? That bastard is a beast!” Zion yelled.

“Did I have a choice?” I asked, folding my arms. “There's no way in the heavens that I'd let that bastard get to me!”

“He could have injured you for fuck's sake, or blown your cover.”

“My father taught me a little fighting in my wolf , and trust me, I'd damage him before he touches me.” I said confidently.

The doors flung open without permission, and Thane walked in. He looked from Zion to me, and then his eyes caught something that clearly startled him. He froze at a spot and stared at something. I looked from him to Zion, and then back to his face.

I traced what he was looking at, and behold my pant was on the bed! I had changed into fresh ones, and I forgot the old one on the bed.

Zion coughed, shoving me aside.

“It must have slipped out of my bag.” He said embarrassingly, putting the pant into his bag. He left the books on my bed.

“What are you doing?!” I asked through a mind link.

“Saving you.” He responded.

“What?!” Zion hissed, clearly embarrassed. I was way more embarrassed than he was. “I can't sneak my girlfriend in like y'all, so I have something that helps.”

“Bro, seriously?” Thane asked, looking genuinely concerned.

“None of your business.” He shrugged, leaving with his bag. “I'm waiting outside.”

“I'm coming.”

I also hissed at Thane.

“Look , I'm sorry about Lincoln. He won't stress you anymore.” Thane apologized.

“You and your friends seem to have the undisputed scumbag gene.” I hissed.

“Look, I'm really trying here, and I've apologized already. What more do you want?”

“Nothing. Just let me be.” I hissed.

“Whatever.” Thane hissed. “Mr Harry wants to see you now though.”

I was suddenly reminded of my woes. I had totally forgotten about the email he had sent.

“Do you know why he wants to see me?” I asked.

“I don't know.” Thane shrugged.

I left the room. Zion was already tiring out where he stood.

“Where are you headed to now?” Zion asked.

“Mr Harry's. He wants to see me, and I just know that he's up to no good.” I muttered with a sigh.

“This is the one thing I can't save you from.” I shook my head.

“I'll be fine, I promise.” I said, approaching the curve to Mr Harry's office. “Thanks for having my back. I owe you two.”

“See you around, Seth.” Zion said , and we parted way. He turned right, and I moved left.

I wasn't feeling the pressure earlier with Zion. I wasn't even thinking about it. But now that I was standing outside his office alone, with no prior experience of dealing with him, I felt pressured.

My chest heaved higher and higher by the minute. My head began to pound really hard. This is no longer about seeing Mr Harry. My mother was probably trying to track me again.

I shook my head and regained consciousness. I knocked on his door gently.

“Come in!” He said with a very strict voice. I turned the door knob and walked in. He smiled as I walked in, and I was very sure that he was up to no good.

His office was quite big. There were several paintings hung on the wall. His table was filled with files that were neatly arranged.

“Have a seat.” He said, gesturing to the one right in front of him.

“I'd prefer standing sir.” I responded, feeling the ache rise again.

“If you say so.” He said, standing up. He walked past me to the door, and locked it from inside.

My skin crawled with disgust and fear.

“He's definitely trying to get into my ass.” I thought to myself, sighing deeply.

Would anything ever go the normal way in this Academy?

“Do you know why you're here?” He asked, entwining his hands. He rested into his chair, and twirled from side to side in it.

“No.” I shook my head.

“I've given you enough time.” Mr Harry sighed. “You should now be sure if you want me or not.”

I raised a brow, confused but still aware, “what do you mean sir?”

“The nasty things we spoke about on text? You just stopped responding, and now, you're acting like it never happened?!” Mr Harry shook his head, looking disappointed.

“Fucking Seth!” I thought to myself. “The horny bastard was really going to fuck his teacher?!”

“Look, I'm sorry, but I've not had time to process everything that's been going on.” I said, as that was the best I could come up with.

Mr Harry suddenly sprung up from his seat, and started taking slow and gentle steps towards me, speaking as he approached. I made sure that I took a step backwards everytime he took one forward.

“That's not even a problem.” He said, looking at me. I pinned my gaze on the wall beside his arm. “I can help you get through whatever it is that you're going through.”

“After all, you were the one that told me that a dick to ride on in times of trouble is the best shoulder to cry on.”

“Man, fuck Seth!” I thought. “That bastard had caused several problems without informing anyone!”

My back hit the wall before I could say anything, and just when I was about to move to the side, he pinned his hand on the wall beside my face. He's not the usual hot lecturer. He was an handsome man, but this made me disgusted.

“Erm… I need some time to think about it.” I said, hoping he'd let me go.

I was wrong. Instead, he touched my belly button, and then was moving on to my abdomen. I hardened my stomach in the best way I could without him noticing.

Seth had abs, and their online sexual relationship definitely had no face pictures shared.

Harry's fingers slowly traced my stomach, and the headaches resumed.

“Can you give me some time?” I asked, and he started trailing back down. I had the feeling that he was going to try grabbing my non existent penis.

He tugged at my buttons, and was really going to go down. My stomach gurgled, and I felt an instant wetness in my panties.

My eyes widened as I realized what the problem had been since.

“My fucking PERIOD!” I thought to myself. The blue trousers I wore would probably embarrass me soon, and reveal my secrets. I wasn't sure if the panties I wore could absorb much moisture.

Mr Harry was going to make a move on my panties. I have to come up with something really fast!

Why do I always end up in situations like this?