Just Watch And See

Chapter 39

Just Watch And See.

Lyla Atelo.

My hands were shaking under the table as the tears fell from my eyes. I felt useless and cheap. The things he said... It was much too hurtful, and I didn't like how I was reacting to his words. I mean, it hasn't even been up to a month of knowing him, and I feel this way. This was really stupid.

"Trouble in paradise?" There was a sneer up ahead.

I wasn't even conscious enough to know that my door had been opened and somebody just stepped in. I recognised her voice instantly as I began wiping the tears from my eyes before raising my head. I was sure my eyes were red, but right now, I was too tired to care.

"What do you want Miss Constantine?" I asked her in a low voice, trying to distract myself with the books on my table.

I didn't try to make eye contact with her because I knew there would be mockery in her eyes.

"Awwwwn..." She cooed. "Are your eyes red? Did he hurt you? What were you expecting, sweet little Lyla?"

My eyes flashed angrily. "It is 'Mrs. Lyla' to you." I looked directly at her, the coldness in my voice was thick.

She stumbled backwards for a moment, her eyes widening in fear for a fraction of a second. But her expression changed again and her sneer was back.

"Drop it already, Lyla." She cocked her head to the side and made bold steps towards my table, like a predator stalking its prey. "Stop trying to... I don't know..." She shrugged. "Make yourself seem important. You're not. You've never been. You're just one useless teacher who just got recognised by the school's golden boy, and now you're acting like you run the school. Just because he fucks you!" Her eyes shone in anger as she spat out the last words.

I stared at the book on my table for a while without even seeing anything, letting her words sink in while thinking of the best response that would shut her up for good.

"Sara..." I threw my professional tone out of the window and stood up from my chair, folding my hands in front of me. "If there is one thing I don't like about students like you, it's that you guys are weak and because of that, you begin to talk too much. You're just a parrot with no power..." Then I paused and smirked. "Oh, sorry, I was wrong about that. You're just a parrot who has the backing of her mother as the principal of this school. If she wasn't there, you would be nothing. In fact, a girl like you will be begging to find herself in the midst of students with influence."

I watched with satisfaction as her expression darkened with each word I spoke. That was good. I wasn't going to let any spoiled brat of a student talk down on me, especially not this particular student!

Her expression turned vicious as she lunged at me in anger. I backed away from her reach, making her fall over from my desk. I could tell it was painful because her head hit the apex of my chair, while her leg came in contact with the wooden edge of my table. I winced at the sight of her skirt pulled up to reveal her little white panties and butt.

"Are you okay, Miss Constantine?" I could tell she wasn't buying the fake concern in my voice.

She pulled herself up together, fighting the tears of embarrassing herself in front of me. Sara bit her lower lips, clenching her fists as she stared at me with deep seated hatred in her eyes.

"Even though we didn't hear the details of what he said to you, we all heard that he was yelling at you which only means one thing... You're no longer protected by him in this school, and I will show you what it means to be vulnerable as a teacher with no protection."

I yawned, obviously bored at the conversation that was going on. "I'll be waiting."

She looked like she wanted to get physical with me, but something held her back, and a smirk crawled up her face.

"Even if no one knows yet, everyone suspects that both of you are constantly fucking." She giggled. "Why, Mrs. Lyla? Your husband can't keep up with your desires? Or are you scared of having his infected and rotten penis in you? Don't you think your body is the best fit for his kind of penis?" She mocked as she giggled like a maniac.

Her cheeks were bright red and blood had already started pouring from her forehead which she had hit. She didn't care about the blood that was running down towards her nose.

"You need to go to the nurses' office, Sara. You're bleeding." I ignored her words, and was genuinely concerned this time.

She was bleeding really fast, and I didn't want to get in trouble because she was in my office. I moved to grab a box of tissues for her, but she slapped my hand away.

"Don't you dare bring those shrivelled hands up to my face again, Lyla." She snarled at me and grabbed her handkerchief from her tiny purse, dabbing some of the blood off her forehead. "I'm only here to tell you that I will be showing you what true power sounds like."

I scoffed. "Yeah, true power. I was the one standing while you were the one on the floor not quite long ago." I mocked her. "Is that your definition of 'power'? You need to up your vocabulary then if that is what you think it means."

"You bitch!" She rushed again and pushed me towards the wall until I hit my head against it. "Just watch and see, you will be begging for your life when I'm done with you! Even your wretched husband will not save you once I'm done with you. I will show the whole world that you are a shameless slut who fucks her student! Just watch and—"

"What is going on here?" A cold voice came from the front of my office.