Chapter 33 - Saint
Whatever happened overthe weekend with Levana, I hadn’t anticipated, nor had I planned it but now that it did, I wanted more. I’d live in hell if only just to glimpse that smile of pleasure on her face, every day.
Parking my bike, I walked toward my class. I could’ve sworn there was a skip in my step, a proverbial first and something I looked forward to.
Approaching the room, I paused at the door as Levana, oblivious to my presence, moved toward Wes and his friends. Judging by her stiff gait, I knew whatever she was about to do, it related to the incident at the party. I was keen to see how she’d handle it. One thing I’d learned around her was that while she appeared strong, there were moments of weakness she failed to hide, at least from me.
Hands in her blazer pockets, she cocked her head to one side and stared at Wes. “I’m in a pretty good mood today and I can easily tell you to jerk off or give you the finger, doing both with a smile on my face, but I’m not going to,” she said quietly, leaving him looking dumbfounded, then she looked at the other boy. “As for you, Jordan. My silence doesn’t mean I agree with you. It means your level of stupidity left me speechless enough to wonder why they call men the superior species. Then I realized why boys are called dicks.” He opened his mouth to speak, but she didn’t give him a chance. “Because insignificant dicks, apart from an empty head, have one small hole that does nothing but leak piss and cum. Just like unimportant Jordan, with one small hole in a vacant head that does nothing but suck pussy and talk shit. So, the next time you think about calling me names, I suggest you open the Oxford and learn a few significant words that actually mean something. Provided you can understand them, of course.” With that, she turned away, took two steps then glanced over her shoulder at the two boys. “I wouldn’t fuck you with Samantha’s glorified, overused pussy, why the hell would I use mine.”
Gasps of shock followed her final words, but Levana ignored them. Catching sight of me at the door, she lifted a brow then left the room, not bothering to ask for a permission slip. Yet, in that simple look, I’d seen what the others hadn’t.
“Mr Sinclair, did you hear what Levana said about me,” Samantha pouted, stalling my need to go after Levana.
“Never trust the geeks, Miss Newton. Sometimes they might just surprise you with nothing but the truth gleaned by keen observation, attentive hearing and all that just by being invisible,” I replied, hanging my satchel over the back of my chair.
It took her a moment to grasp my meaning while most of the others sniggered their quick understanding. When it finally registered, her amber eyes morphed into an unmasked glare that would likely shrivel a lesser man.
Crossing my hands over my chest, I waited for her response, meeting her gaze, stare for stare. Her lips upturned in a severe pout, her eyes dropped to her textbook, seemingly not worried by what others thought about her. I couldn’t care less, my heart already on fire to follow Levana, knowing what I’
“Turn to chapter nine in your textbooks, read it and give me a written summary of the four paragraphs. I’ll be back in a few minutes and when I do, I expect each of you to be ready to discuss your summary. Do I make myself clear?”
A chorused, “yes, sir,” filled the room.
“Good. Books open. Heads down,” I barked, then singled out the two boys. “Wes, Jordan, up front, please.” I caught their pale faces as they looked at each other before their chairs scraped back and approached me. “Hands at your sides and noses to the chalkboard.” When they’d done as I asked, I leaned closer so only they would hear my next words. “Move, and your activity at the party on Friday, Mr. Langdon, will be the last time you attempt to fuck a girl. I’ll make sure your arse understands what a pussy feels like. As for you, Mr. Smit, you’ll understand what his cock feels like. In your mouth,” I gritted, hearing them gulping loudly. Hurrying out of the classroom, I reached the closest girl’s bathroom, glanced around then quickly entered. “Levana?” I called out.
When I got no answer, I checked each of the stalls. Empty. Outside the bathroom, I looked left then right and debated where she would’ve gone. Raking a hand through my hair, I let out a frustrated breath then slammed a palm against the wall.
“Mr Sinclair? Is everything all right.”
I turned. The guidance counsellor stood at my rear. “Miss Anderson, you haven’t seen Levana Singh by chance, have you?”
Immediate concern washed over her face. “I did. She was heading toward the library if I’m not mistaken. Is everything all right, should I go to her?”
“Thank you but I’ve got it covered.” The last thing Levana needed right now was the guidance counsellor on her arse. I sprinted toward the library. At the door, I took a moment to calm myself then entered.
The librarian, a sprightly old lady in her early sixties looked up from her computer and removed her specs, her smile wide. “Mr Sinclair, how good of you to visit me,” she tittered. At my smile, she added, “how can I help you.”
“I’m looking for Levana Singh, Miss Thomas.”
Smiling, she pointed toward the back of the room. “I swear that’s the only child who loves history in this entire school. She’s probably familiar with all our books. I’m sure—”
