Page 70 of The Teacher of Nothing
“Oh no, did you get a B in one of your classes?”
His teasing is so youthful and sweet, I nearly give in and ignore what I wanted to tell him in order to preserve his good mood.
“It’s about Levi,” I admit.
This sobers him up. He transforms from playfully smiling to glaring. “Did he hurt you?”
“Not exactly, no. He just scared me.”
Callum’s teeth grind together noisily. If he keeps it up, he’s going to crack them. “Go on.”
So, I tell him the story of him waiting in my room after my shower, his hunting me down at the library, and then the manhandling. By the time I finish, Callum is seething.
“I’m going to fucking kill that piece of shit.”
I grab hold of his tie, pulling him closer to me. “You can’t. He’s seventeen. You’re his teacher. I can handle him for now.”
“For now,” he growls. “But what happens when you no longer can?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if I can come live with him and then I wouldn’t have to worry about Levi anymore. But then I think about Mom. All alone with those two freaks.
“I’ll let you know if he does it again,” I promise. “We can decide what to do then.”
“You’ll tell me if he so much as looks at you wrong?”
“Yes. No secrets between us. You’re my…”
The fury fades and he smirks. “Your what?”
“Boyfriend.” My face blazes with heat, a sudden unsureness settling in my bones. “Right?”
He kisses me sweetly on the lips. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’m your boyfriend if you want to get technical. And you? You’re my everything.”
His everything.
When he puts it that way, I don’t feel so alone in this world. I have a partner. Someone to count on and spend time with. Someone to sneak kisses with and trade orgasms in dark closets.
You’re my everything too, Callum Park.
Callum
It’s distracting as fuck having Willa in my class. I barely made it through the damn period without being overly obvious that my attention was solely on her. What was even more maddening was having to ignore that dipshit of a stepbrother of hers. After what she told me earlier today in the copy room, I’d wanted to beat the shit out of him.
Somehow, by some goddamn miracle, I survived the class period with both of them.
Now I have more shit to deal with.
Like my annoying little sister.
“Did you talk to Dad?” Gemma bounds into my classroom without so much as a hello.
Groaning, I close my laptop where I’d been grading assignments during my planning period and look up at my sister. Sometimes she reminds me exactly of Jamie at her age. It’s probably why I’m not as close to her as I am with my brothers. She’s a never-ending reminder.
“Yep.”
Her hands go to her hips and her brows hike up. “And?”
And it fucking cost me.
