All Chapters of The New Teacher Next Door: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DEVAN It was a few weeks before the first term came to an end. School hadn't been better than it was already. Sam and his crew had become trusted friends overtime. But in reality, I was actually closer to Sam than I was to the rest of the group. Well, obviously because he had introduced me to the rest of the group. The bullyings had finally ended now, and although I hadn't found Sam's mother yet. It wasn't much of a concern to him as it had been in the previous days. Well, I had introduced Sam to Robb, and they had gotten along so well that I feared they had known each other before the introduction. Robb had introduced Sam into his world of shitty craps, and Sam had taken the bait. He took drugs after drugs, booze, and the likes, and most times he was always wasted. You couldn't blame me anyways. I needed to put an end to the bullyings and maltreatment I had suffered in his hands for so long, that any option was an option, as long as it helped put an end to t

DEVAN There were two sides to this story. It was either I had lost my senses, or I had gone crazy; which was basically two of the same thing. Mum was all around the whole house that evening, and there I was in the bathroom stroking myself delightfully, and relishing the thoughts of Ms. Ellen that never seemed to leave. I had to get finished as quickly as I could, before Mum noticed that I had been gone for too long. I turned on the shower, to deter anyone from coming in without knocking properly. I hadn't done this in a long while, and I wasn't meant to be doing it. However, Ms. Ellen had managed to turn me on, in a way that no one else could. Simply put, I had taken leave of my senses! "What's up, bro?" Robb screamed behind me, loud enough for me to hear him. I stumbled briefly in fright, and caught myself just in time. What in hell's name was wrong with Robb‽ "Get the hell out." I screamed, shying away. "I thought you were the saint, and I was

DEVAN Envy, hate, and rage gnawed at the insides of my visceral. I doubted if I was capable of containing it any longer than I had already done. Seating there in the cold street that night, I felt my heart thudding as I watched the couple that stood just outside the door of Sweet Raymond's store. I felt hurt, broken and betrayed. Cullen had found a way to win her heart when I couldn't. A sad love story it was. I dug my hand into Robb's jacket that I had on, and I felt something. I pulled it out, and sighed. It was a cigarette stick. Robb always knew his way around things, even in his absence he always knew how to lure me into things I had no interest in. I watched Cullen wrap his arm around Miss Ellen, and I knew I couldn't pretend no more. I dug my hand into the pocket on the other side of the jacket. There had to be a lighter somewhere. I was right. I pulled the lighter out, and lit the end of the cigarette. Without stopping to consider what I was about

ELLEN The scent of flowers, and the stench of antiseptics weren't an excellent combo. However, here I was with a bouquet of flowers, a get well card, and the smell of antiseptics choking life out of me. I glanced at my wrist watch, and coincidentally he walked through the door. He glanced around briefly in search of me, but I didn't wave or call out to him, I just watched and waited until he found me. "What took you so long?" I asked upon his arrival. He was dashing as always, with dark shades on, which I deemed totally unnecessary as regards to this kind of event. He was sexier than I had cared to notice. "I'm sorry, Ellen." He mumbled, and brushed his head slightly. The gods be damned! He had even made the extra effort to style his hair. Little wonder he hadn't cared about how long I had been seated on that damned hospital seat, expecting his arrival. "Did you bring flowers?" I quizzed, expecting a negative reply. "Well, yes I did." He rep

ELLEN I woke up with a fix. I was naked, and in another bed that was entirely different from the one I had slept in the previous night. I was startled, and wasn't comprehending how I had ended up here. Something was totally off, and I wasn't liking it any bit. I stood to my feet, and headed towards the door. Had I gotten myself drunk the previous night? I couldn't tell. I pushed the door weakly, but it didn't budge. It was stiff. Someone had locked the door from outside. I heard footsteps approaching the door, and I retreated. Maybe I should have hidden myself, but there was no where to hide. It was just an empty room with a huge bed at the middle. The sound of keys rattling resounded, and I saw the door knob turn, and he walked in. Bloody Zach! "Are you awake, Baby?" He quizzed with a smirk. My eyes widened in confusion. This didn't seem right. It had all shades of perplexity clearly written on it, and I was perturbed. "What's going on, Zach?