Student from Hell

Shameless-Ch.2

CASSIUS'S POINT OF VIEW

“You’re a badass.” A girl’s voice brings me back to Earth.

“Isn’t he in this class?” I asked, disregarding her comment.

“No. He’s the... well, the bad boy of our school.” Just f*****g perfect! Only I can get so damn lucky! Let all the trouble come to Cassius! Why the f**k not?

“And what was he doing here? Or is this some kind of ritual of his?” I questioned, trying to find out what his deal is, hoping that indeed, this is some kind of ritual of his and he didn’t target me, but she shakes her head, stomping on my hopes.

“As far as I know, he never did something like this before. As for why he did it, I don’t know.” I nod, fake a short smile as a thank you, lift the chair, and sit back on it.

“Ok, continue with your test,” I said, but instead of writing, they started whispering. Girls that I’m hot, boys that I’m a badass.

“I don’t see any of you writing!” My loud voice seems to get their attention, and everyone stopped in an instant and started writing.

I open my book and try reading, but I can’t help wondering why he came here. I mean, someone normal would just stay behind in class and pay me a compliment. But that wasn’t a compliment, that was... what the f**k was that?

And the way he said it, he didn’t even hesitate, no shame, no fear.

I hope that I won’t have to move before I get to unpack. Ok, this time is different. He doesn’t seem the type to cry for hours in front of my door or threaten to commit suicide.

The class ended and another one begins. I watch the students coming in, and a certain black leather jacket caught my eye.

He looks at me and smirks again, biting his lip as he checks me out.

Calm down Cassius, he’s not worth the jail time.

I pretend not to be affected by his annoying behavior and go on with my class. As before, I gave them a Quiz test and continued reading my book.

I can feel his gaze on me, I know he’s looking, but I won’t look back, I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he annoys me, that he gets under my skin.

By the end of the class, I decide that it’s probably for the best to have a talk with him. I can’t avoid this, and the sooner, the better.

“Jacket boy! You stay!” Everyone stopped getting their stuff and look at me.

“I was referring to him!” I point to the jacket boy, who’s still smirking.

“Or you want to spend another hour with me?” I tried to make it sound like a threat and look at them with raised eyebrows.

“I wouldn’t mind. Even more.” I heard a girl whispering to another, and I almost roll my eyes.

I usher them out of the classroom, then look straight at my leather jacket boy, who leans back on his chair, placing both his hands behind his neck, posture that I recognize as a ‘head clamp’ posture, and which is a non-verbal sign of dominance, then licks his lips and eye f***s me shamelessly.

God help me!!!

I walk around my desk, then lean on it, crossing my legs at the ankles, showing him that I’m not in any way intimidated by him, quite the contrary, I’m relaxed, and cross my hands over my chest to show him that I’m the one in command and not him.

“Tell me your name,” I demand in a deadly serious voice, looking at him with an equally dead serious expression, but he looks unfazed.

“Am I in trouble, sir?” He keeps his smirk, and somehow, that makes me wanna smile, not sure if it’s because he pisses me off or because he’s really something else, but I refuse to show that I’m somehow amused by him, so I keep a straight face.

“I don’t know what games you think you’re playing, but I’m not here to play. I’m your teacher, so don’t ever talk to me like that again. I guess you’re bisexual or homosexual, and I have nothing against it, I respect an--”

“I will f**k you.” He didn’t only interrupt me, but he also said it as if he’s never been more sure than anything in his life.

Am I missing something here?

“Are you trying to get on my nerves? I know you’re the big bad boy, but you don’t intimidate me. Quite the opposite. I’m the kind of teacher that f***s you up, and then gives you detention.” Again, my threat did nothing to him, or maybe it did because he licks his lips and slowly lowers his eyes, stopping on my crotch.

“I’d love for you to f**k me up.” He practically groaned the words, then looks back at me with so much desire in his eyes that it froze me, and I honestly don’t know what to say next.

He has an answer to everything, and he somehow manages to involve s*x in each and every one of them.

I somehow manage to pull myself together in record time, and as far as I can tell, he didn’t notice my hesitation.

“Kid, don’t get on my nerves,” I said in a threatening voice, but he is as unfazed as ever. Ok, he definitely doesn’t look like a kid, I mean, he’s as tall as I am, and I can see he’s built as Hell but I need to use terms like this not to lead him on.

“Will I get punished?” He asked seductively then licks his lips, which, by the way, are plump and pink. Not that I wanted to notice, but it’s hard not to, considering the fact that he’s either licking them or biting them.

“Do you have a mental problem that I should be aware of?” I asked with a hint of fake concern in my voice and he looks at me from head to toe, eye-f*****g me again.

“A big one.” His voice was serious and husky, and his smirk reaches his emerald eyes as he comes dangerously close to me, leans in, and inhales my scent hard.

“You smell f*****g delicious.” His voice turned from serious and husky, to deep and filled with desire, and again, I froze for a few seconds.

I must admit that I have never been confronted with something like this until now, and I have no f*****g clue how to react.

Except for that one girl, the rest of the girls that hit on me scurried away blushing after five seconds. And NONE of them did or said something even remotely similar to what he’s saying or doing.

After I recover from the shock, I place my palms on his chest and push him, and damnnn I was right. He’s built alright. His chest is as hard as a wall.

Now, I don’t know how much my push affected him because he looked as if he took a step back voluntarily, then bit his lip looking at me as if I were his meal. I can literally see the unholy thoughts that swim in his green eyes.

“Don’t do that again. I told you, I respect your s****l preferences but I don’t share them.” I kept my voice stern and serious, hoping that he will get the point.

“I know for a fact that you do. And we will end up f*****g on this desk one of these days.” His light green eyes turned a shade darker as he finished the sentence, and I don’t know if I should be flattered or just... punch him.

But what I know is that I’m confused. How does he know that I’m gay? He doesn’t. He’s bluffing. I don’t know him.

“Your name again?” I asked, just in case, but I don’t think I’ll get an answer by the look on his face.

“I’ll tell you when you’ll be ready to scream it when I’ll be buried deep inside of you. Until then... it’s pointless.” As I said, I didn’t expect him to tell me but damn, I didn’t expect THIS answer either.

He smiles, and without realizing it, I find myself smiling as well. But how could I not? He’s like no one I ever met, f*****g straight forwards, and God knows that there’s no ounce of shame in him.

“Kid, even if I would be gay, you couldn’t make me scream your name,” I replied with a cocky smile on my face, and he shakes his head in disapproval.

“Wanna bet?” He looks down at his jeans and involuntarily I look also, and I had to control my eyes from going wide at the huge bulge that looks like it’s gonna rip his jeans apart.

Ok, recollect Cassius, he’s your student, you can’t look at his d**k!

“Just because you drive an SUV doesn’t mean that you’re a good driver,” I keep the cocky smile, but he just smiles as if he’s amused by my statement, turns, and walks away.

“You’ll change your mind once I’ll make a perfect park in your garage, Mr. Bourne.” His voice was loud enough for me to hear him loud and clear, but low enough to sound seductive.

Fuck off!

He looks over his shoulder one more time, winks at me, and gets out the door, leaving me speechless.

Did a 17 or 18 years old kid just shut me up? As I said, he looks like 22-23, but that’s not the point.

And he knows for a fact that I’m gay? Have I f****d him before? Maybe he lied about his age? Nooo, I would’ve remembered a d**k like his. Oh, sweet Jesus, now I’m thinking about his d**k!

Don’t think about his d**k Cassius!

The day ends, and fortunately, I haven’t seen him again.

I gather my stuff and go into the parking lot, and... I see him again. He’s leaning on a bike, that I can tell it’s a Kawasaki Ninja H2 Carbon because I love bikes, I owned a few, but I gave them up because it’s hard with moving around.

But that’s one Hell of a bike. And it suits him. It attracts attention and it’s not subtle at all.

Our eyes lock, and he smiles, but not the genuine kind of smile, more like smirking as if he knows something that I don’t, then looks at me from head to toe, licking his lips.

Really?

He then puts on his helmet, which is black pitch, hops on the bike, and rides away.

Did he wait for me? No. I don’t think so.

Anyway, I’m glad he didn’t approach me. Even though, he said everything he wanted to say with that nasty look of his.

A/N.

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