Chapter 11

**Mr Peters**

I didn't know what to do, but for someone to flip like that is uncommon, so the best approach for him is to be calm and make him focus on what keeps him steady. I remember one of the faculty members telling me that Megan is the only person to keep him in line.

I watch Melanie hug her best friend, trying to comfort her, and I hear what she said and if it is true. Why did Megan lie to dump him? It doesn't make sense, although it is a convincing lie. She doesn't look like the type of girl to go to a college party and hook up with a random guy, especially when she has a boyfriend of two years.

Her hands move around her best friend, and she holds her tightly. I suddenly feel a little jealous of Melanie. I want to be the one to hug her. I want to let her cry on my shoulder. "I'll give you both some privacy," I say, walking out of my classroom. I lean against the wall and rake a hand through my hair. I feel much better being out of that room, away from her. She is a complete mess. I want to make her feel better.

~*~

A few weeks have passed since Megan dumped Tyler, and it’s Friday night. I deserve a good night out. I haven't been out with the lads in a while, so tonight, I am going to get hammered no matter what. There were many reasons why I haven't been out in a while: 1) I don't feel like it, 2) I’ve had a lot of papers to mark, 3) My dog, bless him, I had just got him neutered, and I'm sure he doesn't feel like a good boy anymore and 4) Megan she plagues my thoughts so much.

She is the most silent teenager I have ever known. She does her work, but she is so quiet even when she speaks; it is like a whisper, and I'm sure she came into my lessons drunk last Wednesday. I hear Melanie talking to Tyler and telling him she isn't in study period and then falls over her feet when I see her. Tyler isn't upset anymore. He keeps asking her if she is okay, and she just ignores him. It’s like he doesn't exist to her anymore; she is also like that with Melanie.

I asked my aunt about her dad, and she said he is a good man. It seems my aunt and uncle were good friends with her parents. Her dad has drifted from them since her mother died, so my aunt just told me he keeps to himself and that he's a good father. I’m not convinced; something is going on with them. When I voiced it to my aunt and uncle, they said she wasn't Stephanie and not every teenage girl I met would be in the same situation as her. They are right, not every teenage girl is, but I have a terrible feeling. I told them what she’s like at school, and they dismissed me and said it’s all in my head. Maybe it is. Maybe I have gotten it into my head that her dad is abusing her because she reminds me of how Stephanie acted the first time we met.

"Your turn to get this round, dude," I hear one of my mates say, dragging me out of my thoughts. I turn to look at him, and it’s James.

"Ok." I look around the table to see who needs one, and I notice one of my best mates, Carl, is missing. "Where's Carl?" I ask all three of them.

"He saw the girl he hooked up with last weekend, so I think he's with her," Josh says. I smirk and shake my head. Carl is a player. He'll sleep with as many women as he can in one night if I don't stop him from most of them. Carl is two inches shorter than me, his hair is a little lighter than mine, and he has green eyes. His build is similar to mine; not too big but not exactly small or medium.

"Is this girl that good-looking for him to be with her again?" I ask. They all smirk a little and lean back.

"You have no idea", James says. "I'd say she is more your type than Carls, but hey, Carls type is anything with legs," he says with a little chuckle. James is the muscle out of us. He works out constantly. He is like a bodybuilder, and this is the time of year he builds up on and in about three months,he'll turn it all into muscle; he is a little obsessed.

"She isn't his type" Josh suddenly says. I look at him a little confused "Logan likes blondes" Josh says more to James than anyone else. Josh has short black hair and dark brown eyes, he is tall but not taller than me. Blondes aren't my type but I have yet to get with a brunette since Stephanie not that any of the blondes I hooked up with are natural blondes.

"Ok," I say shutting them up "I'll go get your drinks" I walk to the bar. Once I have our drinks I walk back to the table and put the tray in front of them and each of them takes the drink they ordered.

"Here's Carl now," Scott says. Scott is short with light blonde hair and brown eyes and he is quiet. He’s built like James; it makes up for how short he is.

"Where's the girl?" Josh asks while taking a sip of his beer. Carl shrugs and sits down on the seat next to me.

"Her friend dragged her off," he says reaching for his bottle of beer.

"Aww, Logan wanted to meet her," James says with a smirk.

"I didn't, I just wanted to know if she is as good-looking as you made out the other night" I state.

"Why did her friend drag her off?" Josh asked.

"I don't know, but she seems pissed off. She dragged her off while having a go at her" he pauses as he takes another sip of his beer "She started saying stuff like drinking yourself into a coma isn't going to help,"

"Oh, so she's a drinker that's why she has eyes for you" I joke.

"She isn't half" Scott says "She downs her drinks like they're water, her liver must be made out of iron or something. She drank more than me," my eyes widen a little as Scott can drink.

"That's her isn't it," James says nodding his head towards me. I turn and I am in total shock. It’s Megan or Melanie I'm not sure as they’re both standing there. Another girl walks over and I know she is in their Art class. It’s Yasmin. It looks like they are having a go at her.

"Wow she looks bored" Scott says "Go cheer her up Carl" he says with a smirk. I turn to look at them again to see them dragging her into the toilets.

"Just leave it" I say turning and taking a drink of my beer.

~*~

Scott, Josh and I are still sitting at the table chatting. James has gone off somewhere and probably seen a girl he likes. Carl left us half an hour ago.

"I'll get these drinks," I say standing up. They nod and I walk off to the bar. I order the drinks we need and wait. I glance around the bar when I notice Carl and Megan. He is all over her like a rash I feel like punching him. It seems my anger gets the better of me as I walk towards them. I reach out and grab hold of Carl.

"Hey. What the fuck?" he snaps drunkenly.

"She's seventeen," I say in his ear.

"What?!" he exclaims as I pull him away from her "She's 21" he states.

"No, she isn't, she's one of my students," I say looking at him, "you know I wouldn't lie to you," I state.

"Shit," he says dragging the word out as he rakes his hand through his hair and moves it to his mouth. I look past him to Megan who doesn't seem to care she’s lost a mouth to put her tongue down as she is now knocking back her drink.

"You didn't have sex with her did you?" I ask.

"No but..." I cut him off.

"Good, I don't want to hear the rest" I say wafting my hand at him "Go take the lad's drinks to them," I say nodding to the waitress who is looking over to me to tell me my order is done. He nods and walks off. I sit down in Carl's seat "Where are your friends?" I ask Megan. She shrugs and crosses a leg over her other "Do you intend to keep drinking?" she nods "This doesn't seem like you" I state.

She turns to face me "You don't know me" she snaps "You're just a teacher who asks too many questions" she states and downs the rest of her drink.

"Come and sit with me and Carl," I say taking her hand. If she comes and sits with us, I can watch her. She follows behind me and then sits next to me as we get to the booth where my friends are.

Carl looks at me with a questionable look and it seems he has already told the rest about what he’s found out. I leaned over to his ear "Just to keep an eye on her she doesn't exactly scream not easy at the moment, does she?" I whisper in his ear. He shakes his head and takes a drink. I feel a weight drop on my shoulder, I look to see Megan has either passed out on my shoulder or she is just tired and let herself drop wherever.

"Megan," someone says so loudly that I even jump. I look to see Melanie. She pulls her up "We have to go Megan" she states.

"Why?" Megan moans.

"Because your dad's here," Melanie says. Megan practically jumps a mile "c'mon we'll hide in the toilets and sneak out when he goes," Megan stands up but not for long as her legs give up on her and she falls back down.

"Logan" I hear Carl say. I turned to look at him "She looks scared" he states. I look at her and he is right "She has bruises on her I think her dad hurts her" he says.

"Megan" I say and she turns to look at me, her dark green eyes filled with fear "Come with me" I say as I stand up and take her hand, "Melanie go home or something I'll make sure her dad doesn't see her." I pull Megan through the crowd to the roof. I stop as we get nearly to the top. I know it’s a cold night so stopping here would be ok.

"Don't leave me" she says and puts her arms around my neck "Please don't" she cries.

"I won't," I say holding her tightly "I won't let him hurt you," I turn so she is sandwiched between me and the wall.

Her hands loosen from around my neck and move down to my chest "Megan" I say quietly. She looks up at me and she’s crying "Does your dad hit you?" I ask moving my hand to her jawline.

"He doesn't mean to" she says still looking at me "he's not well" she states still looking up at me with those intense green eyes of hers "You can't get him done he'll be nothing without me and he's all I have"

"I won't," I say quietly and hug her. Did I just say I won't tell anyone? Could I tell anyone given the circumstances with her being drunk, in a club and alone with me? I can't tell the principal or even the authorities I could lose my job.

Her hands moved around my waist and up my back. She nestles her head into the crook of my neck and I feel her lightly kiss my neck. My body freezes. I don't know what to do. She’s upset and most likely doing this because she is drunk.

She kisses up my jawline and it seems my body wants to react as I move my head down to look at her. She gently kisses my lips and willingly my lips respond and kiss her back. I should stop this.

Her hands move back to my neck and I move my hands down from her back to her waist, pulling her closer to me. Just the thought of her body touching mine turns me on more. I feel her smile slightly into the kiss.

I move my tongue across her bottom lip. I want more than this and I know I do. She opens her mouth to me willingly and I explore her mouth. Her leg moves around mine and I move my hand down onto it holding it up by her thigh. I caress up and down her leg, as she deepens the kiss by pulling me closer.

She moans in response. I pull back and look at her, my eyes wide in shock over what I had just done. For a moment I’d forgotten what she is to me. I could get in a lot of trouble for this. I gently lower her leg. She moves her hands around me and lays her head on my chest.

I run a hand through my now messy hair "shit" I curse quietly.

"That's what I was about to say" I hear someone say.