All Chapters of My Teacher Is Mine: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

Lydia's POVI walked past the double doors of the cafeteria as if they weren't there. I kept my head and held on to my books for dear life. My stomach was too knotted up to even think about food. Anytime I blink, I only saw Principal Beatrice's face, heard her voice as she muttered: "Inappropriate behavior."And Derek's note too."I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."I had no clue what that meant. Is he going to confess? Is he going to leave? Is he going to do something that would make the whole thing worse?I went down the corridor along the back of the school and into the vacant music room—no one use it these days because the program had been removed from the school's extracurriculars. It was dusty and the scent of dry chalk hung in the air. But it's quiet and safe. Just what I wanted.I unzipped my bag on the nearest desk and took out the note from my pocket.I read it repeatedly."I'll make things right."How? By turning himself in? By pretending like we never met? By walking a

Derek's POVI leaned against the door of the classroom.The five-word note said it all.We need to talk. Now.I knew she wouldappear. Emily Spencer craved power. She wouldn't miss the chance to trap me alone. She loved being feared. Being desired.She had no idea that I wasn't intimidated by her anymore.The door creaked open exactly ten minutes later and the clicking of her shoes filled the room before she had even spoken."You couldn't wait until after school hour?" she demanded, sweeping her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Or were you too desperate to see me alone?"She wore lip gloss that reflected the fluorescent light. A pleated skirt and an impossibly tight sweater that was way too revealing to serve as school uniform."Sit," I told her roughly.She raised an eyebrow. "Bossy. I love it.""Emily, sit down,"She glared at me, chuckling as her eyes scanned me. She finally sank into the chair across from me. Her leg dangled over the other slowly, in deliberate action."Let me guess

Third Person POVWhen the text from Derek Hales buzzed on her phone, Emily stared at it like it was a dream. Her lips curled up in a contented smile.Derek: You were right about everything. Meet me at the motel off Highway 9. Room 107. Tonight. 10 p.m. I want to see what I've been missing."Her blood ran cold. What....?Her fingers trembled as she read his text for the second time, then a third time, her heart bursting with excitement.Is this a joke?No. Not Derek. He don't play games. Not like this.He had just sent her away hours ago. Told her she was crazy and needed help. And now… Now he wants to see her?At a motel?All by himself?Maybe he thought about it and finally realized that Lydia is not worth it. Maybe he'd finally ceased to be an idiot.She tightened her grip on the phone. She wouldn't make him doubt. Wouldn't give him any reason to change his mind.This is what she'd been waiting for. And she'll do whatever he wants. Everything."I knew it," she whispered, leaning aga