He is here

As much as I didn't want to leave this astonishing position, the series of gasps from the other students definitely wasn't allowing it. I could only sigh deeply before reflexively trying to force myself up but instead, I felt my waist been pushed back up.

At first, I thought someone had helped me up but not until I heard the more audible shocked gasps of the students. I was confused. 'What's going on?" I thought to myself as I pulled Shirley up.

I didn't want to check the expression on his face. The one who always had fun in bullying others, most especially me. I really didn't want to but I knew it was now or never. So, I did what every normal human would do.

"What the hell do you want Damien?"

Yeah, real smooth Miguel. The more audible gasps I heard, the more I knew I was in for a lot of sh*t!

"What did you just say to me?"

"I said nothing. It was more like a question," And my mouth had to go ahead and put me into more trouble like I haven't had enough.

In the blink of an eye, I saw his fist swing towards me and almost immediately, my body moved to the side, avoiding his punch and it was like my blood was boiling.

I felt the kind of energy I had never felt in my body. It was almost like I was walking on the clouds and I could feel everything spite up in him.

With my face turned to the side, away from Damien, I clenched my fists tightly and immediately threw my fist at his cheek, knocking him down to the floor.

"Oh my God!" a female student screamed as I saw her lose consciousness and she fell to the floor. Everyone was too occupied and shocked to care about the unconscious student.

I myself was shocked at my action because for a split second, it felt like I had no control over my body.

"Mannnn! How did you do that?" I felt a tap on my shoulder, making me flinch. Aside from being beaten and treated like shit, no one aside my best friend had ever touched me like they cared or gave two fucks about me.

I stared down at my hands, wondering what was happening but I was drawn out of my thoughts when I heard his ever so familiar voice.

" What is going on here?" He asked.

"Wow, he is so handsome! Who is he?"

"A new teacher?"

I could detect the infatuation in their words. At that point, I wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

I couldn't turn ...no, I didn't want to. It felt like if I did, that would be the end for me in this school.

"I asked what is going on here!" He yelled, making me flinch. I knew he was talking to me because I could feel him standing behind me.

It took everything in me for me not to scream loudly and run.

"M...my apologies....emmm?" I slowly turned around with my face down, not daring to stare at him. I didn't know what to call him because I didn't want it to seem like I knew him. Even if I wanted it, I was sure there was no way in hell he'd ever want to be associated with me.

"Who are you?" Devon asked me and it took everything in me not fall on my butt.

After f*cing torturing me for days, he had to ask this heartbreaking question about my identity! I was so mad at this point but there was nothing I could do than swallow my anger and say my name.

"I'm sorry, I forgot my manners kind sir. My name is Miguel," I spoke meekly with my head down.

It was dead quiet, making it seem like I was a spectacle to observe.

"Is my face down? What is so beautiful down there that you've been staring at?" Devon asked while the ladies fawned at his voice, thinking it was sexual but I definitely knew it was far from sexual.

This was the same tone he used when he was very mad and I alone amongst everyone here knew what he was capable of.

At this thought, I humbly raised my head, making sure for my eyes not to clash with his because I couldn't risk this. If I did, it was like signing a death warrant which I very much didn't want.

"What happened here?" He asked and at this point, I wished for the talkative girls to speak up at this point. At this moment, I badly wanted to hear their voices because it would be music to my ears in this situation.