Juliette's point of view... "Who is number Six, here?" I heard a dude's voice echoing through my surroundings and I literally wanted to sneak inside the ground, not to be found by anyone. "Six...! I think it was someone here...!" another one helped him out and pointed in my direction. Shit man...! There is no escape...! Taking a long breath, I was about to turn around to surrender to whoever was my dance date for the day but suddenly I felt someone grab my hand from beside me. I jerked pulling my hand back immediately, it was dark, and though the disco lights were flashing, it wasn't enough to see their faces clearly and not to tell, those weird masks that everyone was wearing were way out of reach even to guess. I tried to identify the one who grabbed my hand but before I could strain myself, Scarlett let out a whisper, "Don't move Juli, it's me" I released the air stuck inside my lungs, but she added something that made my mind stir for once. "Don't you dare turn around, it'

Juliette's point of view... His hands were too warm to ignore, sliding down my waist. Despite the dress covering it, I felt like my skin was burning at every inch that he touched. I was tender to his touch as if submitting to him though reluctant. I don't have any idea if it was because he was drunk or anything else but he was burning inside out. I can sense his warm breath on my face and neck when he exhaled closer to me. That was driving me crazy. I tilted my head looking at others, just not to get carried away. I have heard from other girls that they have the urge to kiss someone before them uncontrollably sometimes, I used to think they were mad to say so but...! I understand them now because I wanted to taste his lips right now. Was that wine he drank, sweet? Though I never felt it before, not for anyone, my skin is itching so much. I want to press my lips on his. Is that normal or am I sick? His eyes had been staring at me without a blink, sometimes at my cheeks and somet

Juliette's point of view... The dance wrapped up with a shocking end that we won the competition but still, Mr. Richard had no intention of leaving my thighs. His hands still spread on my thighs as if I belonged to him. "Mr. Richard let me down" I gritted as it felt embarrassing for me. Everyone was staring at us with their piercing gazes. I was hugging him around his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist. It was clearly an uncomfortable position to be at everyone's attention. Though we won, this thing was more embarrassing than losing the competition. Even when the sounds of clapping subsided, he didn't put me down but rather he walked out so fast with his long legs avoiding the focus light before the main lights were switched on.Confused I wondered if he just got carried away. I mean, he is drunk and I think, he lost his mind completely. That dance could have aroused any man and he might be still on that kind of thing. "Mr. Richard... Hold on your horses...!" I yelle

Juliette's point of view... I was devastated. Just as I was on the brink of losing everything, a hero came into the frame and saved the damsel. I never thought I would be saved. The moment that mysterious warrior walked closer I knew it was him. Despite the fear that engraved my existence, I knew it was him. Not because of his appearance, not because of the soothing cologne he has, I don't know how but I knew it was him. "Mr... Richard..." I mumbled and at that particular moment, I wanted to hug him as tight as I could. But...! I couldn't. I resisted the urge to get close to him but before I could control it further, he pulled me in a tight embrace and I was like melting in his arms. "It's okay, you are safe now" he patted my back as if I were a terrified infant and for that moment I was indeed like a terrified kid."Just stay here" he made me stand properly while getting back to those goons. He effortlessly hit all those bastards' asses and strode back to me. My dress was to

Author's point of view... Finding herself at lack of words, Juliette wrapped herself in the bed sheet just like a cocoon. Richard chuckled at her reaction. Thinking of escaping from that room, Juliette almost jerked up from the bed but Richard held her back in place. "Stay still, you will hurt yourself""Let me check on the wound first" he slowly reached out for the sheet and Juliette turned red. "No...! Let it be..." she smacked his hand instantly. Out of all, getting touched by him again was the only thing she wouldn't want right now. "Stay still, Juliette..." he yelled a command as he grabbed both of her hands, pinning her on the bed. A silence spread in the air when their gaze locked. He was leaning on her so close, close enough for the warm air of their breath to caress each other's faces. Though unknowingly, they both froze. The time seems to be stopped at that very moment. But that closeness was a bit too much for a boy and girl, especially for a student and teacher. He