Page 93 of The Teacher of Nothing
It’s fucking Willa.
Her perfect moans that I’ve committed to memory are replaying back to me. They’re slightly muffled but obvious that she’s receiving pleasure. Levi turns his phone toward me. Rain splatters the screen, but I can see my classroom door clearly. My name is emblazoned on the placard beside the door. Sexual grunts and moans are clear as day coming through the closed door.
That motherfucker spied on us.
I knew it was reckless having sex with her at school, but I’d been so out of my mind with the need to comfort and claim her. I was careless. Now, because of my actions, this sick punk has something against me—against Willa.
I’m going to fucking puke.
The grunts and moans eventually cease. Then, you hear my voice and hers as we laugh and talk. It’s disturbing to know our private moment was being watched and recorded. Our moment of happiness was being observed to later be used against us.
“What do you want from me?” I demand in a low growl.
“I already told you.” He glowers at me. “Stay away from Willa.”
“And let you get your sleazy hands on her?” I scoff at him. “Not going to happen. Besides, you can’t prove anything. It could have been anyone behind that classroom door.”
“Nice try. Keep watching. The good part is coming.”
The classroom door opens, revealing both me and Willa. She stares up at me like I’m her whole fucking world. In the video, Iglance into the hallway to check for anyone watching and then I steal a tender kiss.
We thought we were alone.
Otherwise, I would have never risked kissing her with the door open.
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
“It’s easy, Park,” Levi says with an evil grin. “Stay the fuck away from Willa. This will all go away. Your career will be saved.”
“And if I refuse?”
His smile falls and his eyes darken. “Everyone will see this. The school, the press, the cops. This will blow up in your fucking face, man. Hers too.”
My stomach churns at the thought of her getting swept up in such a scandal. It’ll be a nightmare for everyone I love and care about. Hugo can kiss his campaign goodbye.
“Fine.”
He arches a brow in surprise. “Fine? That easy?”
“You heard me,” I growl. “But you have to erase it all.”
“Prove to me you can stay the fuck away and I will.”
This time, I do shove past him, no longer able to be an audience to his blackmail. I unlock my car and fling open the door. He grabs the top of the doorframe to keep it from closing once I drop into my seat.
“Later, Mr. Park.”
I’m going to fucking destroy this kid.
My life has once again exploded in my face.
At this point, it’s a joke. Nothing good ever lasts for me. Problem is, this time, it’s going to drag down more than just me. Namely, Hugo and Willa. It’s only a matter of time until Levi shows that recording to someone.
I continue to pace the floors in my kitchen like I’ve done for the past hour since I got home from school.
Willa: I miss you. When can I see you again?
Anxiety and frustration weave themselves into my brain, clouding my every thought. I need to tell her about Levi, but I can’t do it over text. I need to hold her later tonight when I confess that shithead recorded something so private between us.
