Chapter 22

***Davis’s POV:***

*Suck it up!*

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Unable to digest the things that Johnson has said to me, it appeared that everyone around me wanted me to leave the love of my life. Little did they know that I was deeply about n love with him, day by day.

“Is everything that?” Johnson asked tilting his face towards my face.

“Of-Of course yes, why?” I forced a smile

“It's the way you're looking.” He snapped. “Well, let us not talk about him anymore. What about Lacey?”

He asked, it was the question that I tried to run off but hell no. I looked away from him and his gaze followed. He was demanding a whole lot of answers to his questions, Johnson is pissing me off already.

“I don't know what to tell you at the moment, she needs some space and I'm giving her just that,” I said and he nodded lightly, he couldn't agree more. 
 I had nothing more to tell him and so I let be. I asked if Mason was anywhere close, but he said that he would catch with him in the hallway.

“Did you call him?”

Johnson asked but I just looked away, lost for the words to tell him.

“It's not here! Just tell him hi! I have not been seeing him lately, ever since Lacey and I began to have issues. Nevermind.”

I explained, and as curious as he was, he assured me of speaking with Lacey at all costs.

Johnson and I departed after a long talk, I understand that he is looking out for me but some things are better off unsaid. Bored. Lonely. I feel terrible and a bit of a busybody, helping the Watkins twins was like the bigger mistake, that's what I think. We had a free period towards the end of class, I decided that the library would be of good use.

Striding down the hallway, with a whole lot of students staring at me as though they had seen me for the first time in their lives. 
 How frustrating, thinking that I’m a total outcast. Brace up, my dear, they are not your problem, no one is; I told myself. A teacher approached me with a friendly smile, she’s our Chem teacher. She instructed that we head for her office. I followed her without a second thought, besides it was better than hanging around people that were practically strangling me in their thoughts. 
 
 She closed the door behind me as we took out seats, respectively. She adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose and continued, sitting erect, in an orderly manner. Ms. Winslet is stern with her periods but quite bendable when it comes to being her favorite student. She pursed her lips and continued.

“You must be wondering why you are, aren’t you?” She asked in a warm tone, I nodded positively. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble nor are your grades. You are outstanding on this subject, it is one of the traits you possess in this school but then I’d need your help with something very important.”

Important? The word rang in my head.

“Yes, Ms. Collins. Lately, we’ve admitted some students through a transfer and I’m sure you’re familiar with Davis Watkins,” Yes why not, he’s my demon crush. I nodded lightly, with a coy smile.

“Ah, great. You’d be tutoring him on the subject. He needs to get his grades up. Naturally, I wouldn’t bother but then I’m close friends with his mom there and she’s pleaded with me for a tutoring session, I couldn’t of anyone except you. It may come as a surprise but it is what is. I have a lot to handle at the moment and so I need your assistance. Trust me, you have nothing to lose. Do we have a deal?”

She stopped to hear my side of the deal.

“Ye-Yes ma’am, I will do it.”

“Great, thank you. It should start immediately, he has a deadline to meet up, and he’d report to me every day for two weeks as confirmation of a successful session.”

She explained further and I nodded in accordance. Truth be told, my mind was racing faster than anything I can think of.

Tutoring Davis is like a pain in the ass. I’m going to be formal with him if he likes, he could stay and learn and if he doesn’t, it wouldn’t be my problem still.

I’m still trying to recover from the emotional trauma they caused me. Yes, trauma. It’s hard for me to think right, the siblings are looking at me with the eyes of a wanna. It’s what I think.

“Go on my dear, if you encounter any problems, please contact me immediately. Will you?” She let out a warm smile again.

“Yes, Ms. Winslet.”

I walked out of the office with mixed emotions. Is this a thing that I would want to do?

I asked myself severally, but no answers came forth. My legs want to search for Davis and start right away but my head reminds me of how stupid I will be, his problems should not be mine.

Taking my left, which would lead to the student hallway, I bumped into Lacey and that girl. I stood still. I attempted to walk away but Lacey caught me by the arm lightly.

“Claudia I’m sorry for lately, I just think-“

“It’s fine. Let’s not talk about it, I understand you, I promise. I’ve got to go now, besides, you’re being a good friend to me.” I said
 “No it’s not like that, can we talk much later or tomorrow? I got to practice.”

“Sure but it’s not necessary but it’s fine. Bye!”

I walked away. I wasn’t so sure if it was the right thing to do but I did it regardless, I’m sick and tired of trying to explain my point or the entire situation. Once again, I thought of the grandstand as the best place to clear my head. During these times, it’s safe to say that you’d be the only one there.

Arriving there, I felt someone grab me by the arm. Rough and unforgivable. I turned abruptly to see who it was, Davis was staring at me, perhaps waiting for my reaction. I hadn’t crossed paths with him all through except yesterday which ended up almost like a shipwreck.

“Come with me now!”
 That was not polite, but I found myself going wherever he went.

His grip around my hand was tight, he wouldn’t let me go, and yet he feels irritated by my presence. He’s not well. 
 We got into an empty class, it was under slight renovation, it was more like an abandoned class, and no one cared about it, plus, it was a distance away from the classrooms and staff area. 
 It was once a class used for detention but not anymore. I can remember vividly, Lacey and I would hang around in the class at the time that we were in 10th grade. We lost interest when we became seniors, we didn’t have to hide from our world.

He tossed me into the class and I nearly fell on the desk, I was lucky to have a supportive grip on the desk. He closed the door behind him, while I lifted myself in good composure.

“Sit!” He commanded and I did as he said, what would be the point to contend?

I didn’t want trouble nor was I ready for one.

He crossed his arms looking around as though he was lost for words, I too was lost for words, he let his arms fall off lightly as he walked in my direction as though he didn’t want to.

I don’t want him close too but I’d wish that he would be a bit nicer to me.

His brown eyes pierced mine, and his features complimented his entirety, a work of art, but his gaze is making me think twice. His fingers rested on the surface of the desk, he was close, the distance between us had closed, and maybe an inch or two managed to escape. My heart pounded faster than usual, filling the spaces in my heart with questions like ‘What Ifs’. Help me, somebody, this guy is gonna rip my heart apart. Davis please, I whispered to myself.

“All my life,” He began, I whimpered. His tone seemed angry and frustrated.

“I’ve never had a girl stand up for me but you fucking did loser, did you think that it would change the way I feel about you? Do you think so?” He asked and I remained silent at first.

“What do feel about me?”
 I asked back. Where on earth did I get the courage to ask that?I must have said too much again. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Wow! You’re standing up to me now, that’s pretty impressive, bitchy nun! Love-the fuck-ly!”

That phrase sounds like more trouble.

“Please-“

“Please what? Huh? What the fuck?” He snapped. 
 He yelled in my face, I was startled, my entire body was. The tutorial hasn’t even started and yet I feel like my life is going to end right now. I pulled away, pacing the classroom. His fingers slid into his silky hair, shoving it backward. His features appeared to be more graceful, one of the reasons why I fell insanely in love with him. I adore Davis so much, but he thinks I’m a sucker. 
 He turned to me abruptly with a frown settling in again.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I shouldn’t have meddled!” I said

“Yes you shouldn’t have, only fools think that they know best. I’m not surprised, it’s one of the attributes of a Virgin, but you’re missing out. How daft.” He said and I swallowed up. That hurt. My fingers intertwined loosely. I didn’t fail to look back at him. I wish he could see me differently.

“For this act,” He came close. “I’d be on rather the same page. No one gets hurt. You’ll do as I say and I will do as you say. Teacher!”

He said and I nodded lightly, of course, I don’t believe his crap. 
 He sat next to me and instructed that I start the session. I heaved a deep sigh of relief, finally, he was coming to his senses.

I pulled out my textbook and he pulled a brand new hardcover note. 
 “What do you want us to elaborate on?”

“Anything your bitchy mind tells you!”

I didn’t know how to digest, what’s the ‘bitch’ word all for? He sucks. I want to get over this in no time.

“Why did you do what you did at my house?”

He asked and suddenly I froze. I had no reason because he was the only reason since Tiffany was not getting reprimanded though. I didn’t know how to answer his question. I scoffed a little.

“We’ll start tomorrow, close the damn books!”

He said and when I attempted to speak, he interrupted.

“One more word and I’ll fuck your mouth!”

What does that even mean?

My face squeezed a bit, I looked away and tucked my books into my backpack within a second. How can I escape Davis right now?

I pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to scroll and tap on several things. I didn’t pay attention to them because it was not my problem and would never be. Now I understand why Raphael and Tiffany tried to make me see, Davis is nothing close to the word ‘good’, he’s bluntly the opposite of the word.

“Can I go now?”

I calmly asked, I was scared but I didn’t have to show it. When he’s far, I prefer to admire and mesmerize but whenever he’s close, I tend to lose my sanity. I feel nothing but hate for this guy…

“I’ll fuck your mouth, not a word.”

A holy grail, for how long am I going to be stuck in here?

“I saw you and my brother yesterday, talking about me I guess?!” He stirred up while I remained silent. He seemed nonchalant with his words.

“I know! Did he buy you a gift too? That’s pretty too. Seriously bitch, I’m in a very good mood today.” He says, turning to me fully; he jerked my face with his thumb and index sticking to both sides. I whimpered, and my hands grabbed his wrist. “Let me go!” I said gritting my teeth.

“Why’s he gifting you? You fucked him, didn’t you?” He asked in a hoarse tone and I nodded negatively. “What’s the diamond supposed to mean?” He asked, our eyes locked but not in a romantic way. I was the prey and he was the predator. He let me go finally, and I was able to breathe for a minute. This is brutal, his touch was all I wanted to feel better but then, it hurt, even more, when he stares at me like a demon. He turned away from me and focused on his cell. 
 I’m totally confused, he is either mad or calm to prepare more harm. I adjusted my hair, combing it with my fingers. “Why did he buy you a gift?”
 He asked one more, I thought he decided to drop the matter. It wasn’t like I was dating him or his brother, why was he acting so weird around me? What does he even want from me?
 “What do you want from?” Iasked under my breath, he heard it and scoffed with a slight smirk tugging the corners of his lips. “He likes you, doesn’t he? Why wouldn’t he, after you like his despicable ex.” He laughed mockingly.

“I wanna go-“

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, just shut the hell up!” He said “I wanna go. What’s your problem? What are you so afraid of, what’s the crime if he gifts me? What do you even want from me-“

I blurted, I was over the edge. I couldn’t hide it anymore but then he laughed. He laughed more. 
 He rose to his feet and walked to the other side and pulled me up to stand, he pinned me to the wall. He pinned my hands to the wall and scoffed.

“What would I want from you? Nothing for the record. Well, I told you to shut the fuck up or else I’d fuck your mouth, did you listen?”

“I don’t even know what that means, I just wanna go to class. Please, let me go!”
 I pleaded, it was the least that I could do. This was not the thing I bargained for, it’s barely day one of our sessions and here we are.

“I’ll just find out!”

He snapped. He asked me to go on my knees, and the moment I attempted to contempt, he gave me a death stare. 
 He sat on the chair and smirked. 
 “Remember something I said? No one’s gonna get hurt. COMPLY!”
 He unbuckled his trouser while our eyes locked. I was frightened because I have never been in such a situation, not even this close to seeing a boy’s underpants. I saw his. It was white. 
 He was smirking all the way. 
 I was clueless still on my knees as Davis gently pulled out his Pennis. 
 
 Freeze. 
 Froze. Frozen. That was exactly how I remained. Is this the ultimate sin of all? 
 No one would approve of this.
 Why do I have to see his genitals? 
 Taking me aback, the other day he forced me to watch that video.

What do I do? I screamed in my mind.

“Don't act like you don't know what you've been doing, suck it up!”
 “Davis-”
 “No one says you could mention my name in the process…”
 “I don’t want to do this! I can’t do this, it’s not appropriate-“

“Peeking through the keyhole was appropriate? Tell me! You wanted to get turned on so bad and so you decided to watch me, right?! I’m making things easy for you now bitch, I’m giving you an exclusive show where you are free to perform. Suck It Up! Deep throat it!”
 He ordered. 
 Clueless and Clueless, I remained but Davis didn’t shudder. 
 “I’ll be nice to you, you’re the reason I’m staying back in NY, Hawaii would’ve been ugly. I’m thankful!”
 
 He gently tucked my hair behind my ears and smirked. He took my hands and guided them on his erection, he gently pulled my face towards it, with his guiding the back of my head while the other dipped his full Pennis into my mouth. 
 I feel like the worse person on earth.

Words are hard to describe. Torture I can’t explain. It’s bittersweet, confusing, and terrifying. 
 He guided my head following the rhythm of his pulsating on his erection. I closed my eyes, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Look me in the eye, stand up to me now!” He said to and smirked. It became deeper by the second, he was grunting almost loudly in the empty class that echoes.

“Ah! Right…”

He would say in between his grunts. On my part, I was trying to hide behind thoughts of what I was doing, my body is out to work but my mind is unsettled. I have never imagined a thing like this in my life but this day was just the start of what I can not explain. The heat between my thighs grew intensely, serving Davis was also serving me in the worse bittersweet ways. I was moist. I could taste his juice in my mouth; his legs were trembling while his hand massaged my breast, as the other grabbed on my hair, should I throw up or what exactly?

He wouldn’t let me decide and so it goes down my throat. What on earth? This feeling… I was horny. I was very horny. I’m not so sure if I’ve felt this way before, I have understood the word ‘Romance’ but this is beyond my wildest thoughts. Davis, the love of my life, was indeed filling up my mouth and then doing what he assured me if I didn’t listen.

“You’d get a lot of these if you don’t listen to me, it’s easy. No one gets hurt”

He said to me once he pulls out of my mouth, whispering into my ear.

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Keep reading and see where this goes, Claudia needs your backup on this. 
 What else should she do when she's literally obsessed and submissive to a...

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