All Chapters of My Teacher Is Mine: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Derek's POV I watched as the parking lot emptied out. Students ran towards the gates as if their lives depended on it, laughing and screaming at one another. Lydia came out of the building. Her eyes was swollen like she had been crying and her usually pink lips looked pale. I saw how she tightened her grip on the books in her hands and how she flinched whenever someone walked past her. Emily walked behind her with her head held up high and Chloe and Alexa bringing up the rear like loyal soldiers. I clenched my teeth in anger. They don't even try to hide that they're using Lydia anymore. Lydia was carrying Chloe's gym bag, Alexa's schoolbooks, and Emily's annoying designer bag. All at once. Like a damn luggage carrier. And nobody seem to care. Nobody. They all stared at her without utter a word. The rumor that Emily has the whole school in her palm all made sense now. 

Lydia's POVI stared at the cold, untouched plate of food on the table in front of me, paying little attention to the loud noise coming from the students in the cafeteria. My hunger was long gone. In fact, it has been for days now.In the corner of the room behind me, I heard Emily laughing at something Chloe whispered into her ear. Alexa flipped her hair and did the same.I kept my head down wishing I could dissapear. It is not the laughing. It is not just that. It was their glance that lingered at my back wherever I went.I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a text. The sender is Chloe. I didn't bother to open it. I knew better. They probably took funny pictures of me again.I drew my lips into a thin line and looked away, returning my phone back into my pocket. "Just breathe, Lydia. Just breathe." I tried telling myself."Hey," A soft voice sounded behind me jolting me back to the present.I lifted my chin and looked up. Jess stood in front of my table, wav

Lydia's POVThe bass from the speakers shook the floor as I walked into Evan's party. There were flashes of colored lights in every corner, bathing everyone in blue and purple light. The room was packed with kids from our school, some from schools nearby, and even some older kids that I have never seen before. Most of them were dancing and those that are not were playing drinking games at another corner of the room. It was loud, chaotic and alive. Much better than I expected.Jess's grip on my hand tightened. "Welcome to freedom, nerd princess." she said, yelling over the music.I laughed, feeling the tension in my chest ease a little. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.Jess pulled me towards the kitchen where drinks were laid out on a table. There was sodas, cups, and an obviously spiked punch bowl lined side by side. She poured herself a cup and poured me one too."I’m your bodyguard tonight. No creeps allowed." I took a slow sip of the drink. It tasted suspiciously sweet — too sweet.

Derek's POVHours later, I parked my car just a few blocks away from the party and sat inside. I couldn't bring myself to leave. The music sounded so loud in the distance and each beat thugged at my heartstring.I hate the fact that she's still inside laughing and smiling and probably still dancing with that guy from earlier. I don't like to see her struggle so hard to be okay, to fit into a world that would never understand her and protect her like I want to.Minutes later, the front door creaked open and Lydia staggered out, with Jess half dragging her. Her arm was thrown over Jess's shoulder, and her head hung down. She wasn't drunk. Not really. I knew her well enough to see past that. She was tired. Perhaps from all that dancing at the party.Jess shoved her gently into the passenger seat and drove off. And I followed them every step of the way.After dropping Lydia off, Jess said bye and left. I did not drive away. I just sat there staring at her shadow through the windows. My ha

Lydia's POVMy legs felt heavy as I followed Mrs. Carter down the hallway. Each step closer to the principal's office, I felt my heart beat wildly in my chest, like I was walking towards something dangerous with no hope of turning back. When we reached the door, she tapped on it softly, then opened it without waiting for an answer. "She's here," she whispered to whoever was inside.Headmistress Beatrice looked up from behind her desk, her expression unreadable. She had an open file in front of her and her glasses sat low on the bridge of her nose. Her grey hair was packed tightly into a bun and the lines around her mouth were more tightly pursed than normal."Come in, Lydia," she said. "Do close the door, please."I entered, my heart racing in my chest and shut the door behind me."Sit down."I did, sitting in the chair before her desk. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans under the desk nervously.She clasped her hands over the file, shutting it slowly. "Do you know why you're here?"