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Lydia's POV
I stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it.
“Nerdy bitch” Chloe said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didn’t just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel.
Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class.
Mr. Derek’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms.
Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest, I could tell even without touching, his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had.
Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “Make Me Yours Tonight”
“About your test, some of you did well while others not so well” Mr. Derek said distributing our scripts.
“Good job Lydia.” He said to me while dropping my script. I was so surprised to find out I had an A. English was the only subject I had struggled to get an A for weeks now. I always got either a B or C .
The smile on my face was second to none. I was still staring at my script when Mr. Derek announced that he was giving us a break for thirty mins. He walked out of the class leaving those who were rejoicing, rejoicing and those who were mad, mad.
I tucked my script into my bag and headed for the bathroom. I had barely gotten in when suddenly I felt a pain in my hair.
“You did it again bitch.” Emily said to me with gritted teeth. Emily Spencer. My greatest enemy in school.
“I bet she slept her way to an A.” Chloe added.
“Let go of my hair.” I said to them struggling to free myself with my hand.
“Or what?” Danilella asked me,pulling my hand away from my head giving me no support system.
Emily, Alexa and Chloe were best of friends, although I never believed they liked each other. Alexa and Chloe were only with Emily because of her money and fame in school but that was the least of my problems. How on earth did I get myself in this situation?
“You are hurting me, let go of my hair.” I pleaded.
“Fine.” Emily signaled Alexa to let me go while she also freed my hair.
“Now you are free, what are you gonna do?”
“Hit me? Have sex with Derek again to get me expelled?” Emily scoffed.
“You can tell me, it’s just me and you here Lydia.” She continued.
“How was the sex? How hard did you sleep with him to get you an A?” I couldn’t believe the disgusting thoughts Emily had. She thought I slept with Mr. Derek to get an A while I was battling to stay awake all through the night?
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I said to them, taking a few steps away from them in an attempt to leave. Chloe grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“Don’t you dare make the mistake of walking away from me.”
“The problem with middle class girls is that they can do anything to get what they want including selling their body for money or grades.” Emily said to me, taking a step closer.
“Enough! Don’t you dare utter another word against me.” I yelled, pointing an accusing finger towards her. For the first time in years, I gathered enough courage to speak up.
“I have had enough of your words and insults.”
“Who the hell do you think you are? Huh?” Just like I was surprised by my words, I saw the same surprise written on Emily’s face.
“Oh! the nerves. Did Derek also teach you how to talk back? Huh?” Emily grabbed my jaw and let go of it forcefully.
“Where did he touch you?” Here? She touched my neck. Here? She grabbed my breast. While Chloe and Alexa smiled, enjoying the drama.
“Stop it!” I ordered. I was getting infuriated.
Why should I? Bet your mother didn’t stop you when you took the bold step of having sex.
The next minute, my hand was on Emily’s face and I gave her a resounding slap that left me stunned.
“What did I just do ?” I thought to myself
“I….I’m … I stuttered trying to tender an apology but I couldn’t.
Emily held onto her face in shock while her puppets rushed towards her to console her. I was about to escape the situation when Emily jerked me back, gave me a resounding slap that pushed me to the ground.
How dare you raise your filthy hands to me? She questioned.
“I will make you pay for every hurt I felt.” While she was talking, Alexa rushed into the bathroom, ran back out with a bucket of water and handed it over to Emily.
“Fuck you, slut.” she threw the water at me aggressively.
I couldn’t say a word. I felt humiliated. I should have never spoken up for myself.
While I was trying to gain control of myself, Chloe brought out her phone and made a video of me drenched.
“Emily I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…..” I tried to plead but none of them were ready to listen to me.
“Now watch me expose your dirty lineage to the whole school.”
“You had the guts to raise your hands to Emily Spencer, we will make you pay.”
“Have sex while you can, cause when I’m done posting this video of yours, no one will ever look at you the same.” Chloe and Alexa threatened.
The trio walked away from me.
I lay there staring at Marcus's ceiling, my body still humming but my mind completely empty.Or not empty. Too full. Too loud.Derek's face kept flashing in my mind. I don't want you. The words echoed over and over, drowning out everything else."Emily?" Marcus's hand touched my shoulder gently. "You okay?"No. I wasn't okay. I'd just fucked someone while imagining another person. I'd used him like a blow-up doll, a Derek-shaped substitute that failed miserably at its only job."I'm fine.""That was..." He trailed off, probably searching for the right word. Intense? Aggressive? Fucking weird? "Different. Are you sure you're okay?"I sat up, reaching for my clothes scattered across his bedroom floor. We'd made it upstairs eventually. "I said I'm fine.""Emily, talk to me. Something's clearly wrong—""Nothing's wrong." I pulled my shirt over my head. "This was a mistake. I should go.""Wait, what?" Marcus sat up, confusion and hurt written all over his face. "You show up here, we have s
Emily's POVI sat in my car outside Marcus's house, my hands still gripping the steering wheel even though I'd turned off the engine twenty minutes ago.My phone lay on the passenger seat, screen still cracked from when I'd thrown it. The kidnapping confirmation glowed in my messages.*Monday evening. Target: Lydia Martins. $7,500 received.*Four days until she disappeared.Four days until Derek understood what he'd thrown away.But four days felt like forever right now, and the rage burning through my veins needed an outlet.I grabbed my phone and texted Marcus.*Me: You busy?*The response came immediately.*Marcus: Just got back from practice. What's up?**Me: Can I come over?**Marcus: I thought you said we were done?**Me: I changed my mind. Your parents home?**Marcus: On a trip until Sunday. Why?*Perfect.*Me: I'm outside.*I got out of the car and walked to his door. He opened it shirtless, basketball shorts hanging low on his hips, confused expression on his face."Emily, wh
"How? How is it different? We're both eighteen. Both your students. Both willing. The only difference is she got to you first."I needed to end this. Needed to be brutal enough that she'd never try this again."The difference," I said, making my voice as cold as I could, "is that I don't want you."She flinched like I'd slapped her."You don't mean that.""I do." I released her wrist and stepped back, putting distance between us. "Emily, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression two years ago, or any time since. But helping you through a panic attack doesn't mean I have feelings for you. Being kind doesn't mean I want a relationship with you. And frankly, this entire conversation is inappropriate and needs to end. Now."Tears filled her eyes. "But I love you.""No, you don't. You've built up one moment of kindness into something it was never meant to be.""You don't get to tell me what I feel!""And you don't get to manipulate me with threats about Lydia." I shifted into offense, t
Derek's POVI sat at my desk grading essays, though my mind was barely on the work. Every time I tried to focus on metaphor analysis or thesis statements, my thoughts drifted back to Monday.Lydia in my bed. Lydia's skin under my hands. Lydia saying "I love you" like it was the only truth that mattered.And then the guilt. Always the guilt.She had to keep dating Mason. I'd told her that. Told her it was necessary for the cover, for safety, even though the thought of him touching her made me want to put my fist through a wall.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts."Come in."Emily Spencer entered, and something in my gut immediately tensed.She looked different. Smaller somehow. Vulnerable. The sweater she wore slipped off one shoulder, and her eyes were red-rimmed like she'd been crying.Nothing like the confident girl who usually commanded every room she walked into."Emily." I set down my pen. "Close the door and have a seat."She closed the door but stood there, arms wra
"Liar." I moved closer, around the desk. "You love her. I can see it every time you look at her. And you know what? I get it. I understand what it's like to love someone you can't have.""Emily, stop.""Why? Because the truth makes you uncomfortable? Because you know I'm right?" I was close enough to touch him now. "I've loved you since that day two years ago. And I know you don't love me back. Not yet. But you could."I reached up to touch his face.He caught my wrist. "Don't.""Why not? You touch her.""That's different.""How? How is it different? We're both eighteen. Both your students. Both willing. The only difference is she got to you first.""The difference," Derek said, his voice hard, "is that I don't want you."The words hit like a slap."You don't mean that.""I do." He released my wrist and stepped back. "Emily, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression two years ago, or any time since. But helping you through a panic attack doesn't mean I have feelings for you. Being
I stood outside Derek's classroom door, checking my reflection in my phone screen one last time.Hair: loose, slightly messy, like I'd been running my hands through it.Makeup: minimal, with just enough redness around my eyes to suggest I'd been crying.Clothes: the same sweater from Tuesday, the one that slipped off my shoulder. He'd remember it.I looked fragile. Breakable. Nothing like the Emily Spencer who ruled the school.Everything like the girl behind the bleachers two years ago.I took a breath and knocked."Come in."Derek sat at his desk, grading papers. The classroom was empty, afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows."Emily." He set down his pen. "Close the door and have a seat."I closed the door but didn't sit. Instead, I stood there, wrapping my arms around myself."Thanks for making time for me," I said quietly. "I know you're busy.""It's fine. That's what office hours are for." He gestured to the chair across from his desk. "Please, sit. You look like you'r







