Addicted to their Love

Chapter 5 Xavier

Xavier p.o.v.

The school is almost empty, but I am still sitting here, in the empty music room...confused, frustrated, angry... disappointed. Mostly disappointed.

Six years...six long years, I've been a teacher and never ever I encountered something like this...what should I do with this, with her, I thought as I watched the footage probably the tenth time since last night, hoping her face changed to someone, anyone...but it didn't.

If this were any other student of mine, I'd reported her in a blink. Hell, I had called her parents or the police by now...but it was Yeniffer.

She stalked me, for years!

This is illegal, creepy, wrong...and I would have never even found out if Elora hadn't suggested installing a mini camera near the flower pots, hidden from the view. But now, I am cursing the day I put those cameras. It would have been better if I hadn't found out.

I am a teacher, every student is the same for me, should same for me. But I can't help it.

Yeniffer has talent, her fingers literally have magic, as if those black and white keys of the piano are made for the sole purpose of getting touched by her tiny little fingers...as if the music came inside of her like breath, she didn't even have to try, that effortless she looked.

But only I knew how many times her fingers get sore as she kept practicing, kept trying until she achieved perfection. And even if I didn't want to admit it, she is my favorite student, my star student.

Since the day I found her crying on the stairs, I felt a strange connection with her, maybe because her mother had recently died, and I was an orphan too...or maybe because I also used to get bullied back in primary.

I have weird marks on my body and someone had clicked a photo of it in the boy's locker room. Kids get so cruel sometimes...I knew how Yeniffer felt, so I always used to talk to her politely.

She never did any bad thing anyway, she is not like these spoiled brats, she is respectful, obedient, and hard-working. Yeniffer is a good kid, weird, but good.

I sighed, watching her on the screen...she didn't look like a good kid right now though.

I groaned and shut the laptop, leaning over the chair, I stared at the empty classroom. I have to clear my head...otherwise, I'll go crazy.

My eyes stared in front of me, windows in the back are open, letting some drizzle whip inside...she was out there, even in the weather worst than this, all soaked and dirty. I rubbed my head with one hand. What I'm supposed to do now? I should report her...I really should.

Why did she do that, and what she gained from it anyway?

The door suddenly opened, making me sit up straight. Sighing, I glanced at her, and then at the clock. Normally, I would have said nothing, normally, I wouldn't even give her detention god dammit.

But this is not normal, she is not normal and that's why I have to treat her normally, like my other students.

This is f****d up, I'm f****d up.

Yeniffer entered inside, she didn't glance at me, just walked towards the desks. I clenched my jaw, trying to look angry. I am good at it, I scold students all the time, it's nothing new.

But why the heck I can't treat her the same?

This morning I tried...and well, that definitely didn't go well. Basically, instead of being a strict teacher, I looked pervert. I'm such a bad actor. But I have to do it, Yeniffer had gotten too attached to me, and it's partially my fault so...

" You are late."

She stopped and turned around, the faint grey light of cloudy sky falling over her tiny body, knee-length socks, white skirt, pink sweater...two pigtails. I shook my head, she should stop dressing like a kid now, and pianists didn't dress like that.

It's nothing wrong with her clothes though, she looks cute, ugh what the hell I'm thinking?

Yeniffer shrugged as she glanced at her watch, " Just five minutes...", she mumbled.

Turning around, she put her bag on the third row. Class is looking bigger as it's just Yeniffer here, no other student. I rarely gave detention anyway, didn't need to, they already feared me enough now. But as I'm now trying to treat Yeniffer like others, I decided to be extra strict with her.

Hopefully, that will make her behave from now on.

I looked into her bright blue eyes, blinking at me innocently, her pink lips pouty and her bottom lip a little chipped and bloody as she bit it too hard. God, I hate doing this to her...she is like a wet kitten. Shrugging the guilt away, I raised my brow.

" It doesn't matter, five or twenty, you are late...you have detention for one week now, Ms. Johnson."

" Fine.", Yeniffer mumbled...looking sad and tired.

She was about to sit in front of me when I groaned, " Stop.", I said, standing up from my desk and strolled towards the window, near the big piano. I need some fresh air.

My eyes started outside at the wet road and parking lot, water drops hitting the cars and glass making weird soothing music. I missed playing piano... perhaps that's why I am obsessed with making Yeniffer a great pianist. She is my best student, and she has a talent not everyone has.

Yeniffer just doesn't know it...and wasting it like this.

I frowned at that thought, does she have any idea she was jeopardizing her career? What if someone had reported her, she had beaten that drunk neighbor of mine for god's sake.

If he called the cops, she had to spend her teenage years locked in a juvenile. She could have never played piano...and now, I am angry for real.

" Sir?"

I grit my teeth, " sit there.", I gestured at the stool in front of the black shiny piano behind me, between us. And without any argument, she did as I heard the harsh scratch sound of stool stretching into the ground.

" play something for me.", I ordered, without looking at her. Because if I did, I get soft again. And I have to be strict now.

This is for her own good.