Call Me SIr

Chapter 3

I've not been able to get the look of his face out of my head all night, the way he looked as I walked

away, man he was angry. Jesus Christ lizzie, you just had to go ahead and tempt the lion, didn't you?

fighting fire with fire gets you nowhere! Why do I always cause these issues for myself? All I wanted

was an easy year in college to finish my studies and do the best I can do before university; I'll be lucky

if I even make it through the first week the way I'm going. Mr Davey already wants my head on a silver

platter and that’s after one session, imagine what it'll be like after a year! I still can't believe I did that, it

seemed like a smart idea at the time but the anger the radiated off him afterwards? I knew I was in

trouble; I'm really not looking forward to facing him tomorrow.

Hearing my alarm go off was the worst thing ever, I was not prepared for today, not at all. What will he

say to me? will he made a scene? will he should? oh Jesus I have awoken the beast. No other option

then to face the music, right? why did I have to be so stupid. Stupid stupid Lizzie.

I groaned as I climbed out of my warm bed as I grabbed a pair of blue skinny jeans, jumping into them

quickly before deciding on a grey sweatshirt which had an anchor on.

Shoes, makeup and hair with only Ten minutes till I have to leave, I can do this! I quickly pull my hair

into a high ponytail, the curls falling nicely down my back before applying a thin line of eyeliner. After

checking myself over in the mirror I glanced at the time, realising I would be late I jumped around as I

attempted to put my converses on before grabbing my keys and running out the door. Phew, let’s not

be late two days in the row and tempt the lion anymore.

I actually got to college on time! it's a miracle. Now I must make it to Lucas' lesson before he arrives. I

quickly run up the stairs to the 8th floor, if I took the lift, I know I'll be late. As I approached the door I

peaked inside, thanking the heavens when I found no one! Ha! in his face! I wasn't late, lizzie 1, Lucas

0. Well, we'll see if that score still stands after this. I laugh to myself as I take the seat at the back of the

classroom before pulling out a notebook and working on what was set yesterday. By the time I had

finished the class was finally full, yet the devil was still missing, where could he be? oh god lizzie as if

you actually care. Just as I finished praying that he was ill, the smug demon walked through the door,

placing a pile of books on his desk before he faced the class.

"Now guys, I know I'm so cool and amazing, but I'm afraid I'm putting a seating plan into place, it

shouldn’t' effect many of you, however it came to my attention yesterday that some require more help

and attention the others" His eyes skimmed the class before finally resting on me, the corners of his

mouth pulling into a smirk, he better not do what I think he's about to!

"Now, let’s see, Miss Sevenfold, swap places with Mr Drew" His eyes never left mine as he instructed

the new layout, as I sat in my new seat, I realised that he had placed me in the centre of the front row,

right in front of his desk, why do I suddenly feel like I'm being sent to my slaughter. Oh yeah, maybe

because I am, I knew yesterday wouldn't come without some kind of revenge.

I remained silent as I took notes from the lesson, noticing how often he would watch me, anger was

clear in his eyes and one thing was clear. I did not want to be alone with him, that would be bad.

Although Lucas continued to watch me throughout the lesson, he didn't say a single word to me, I'm not

really sure if that comforts me or if it scares me. What if he's planning my death? what if he's a secret

serial killer. Laughing at my stupid thoughts I glance up at the suspect in question, gulping when our

eyes met, I was like a deer caught in headlights. He has something planned; I know it.

All I could hear was the clock ticking loudly, it was like a countdown to the inevitable that Lucas will get

the final say. I couldn't help but bite my lip at the nerves that spread throughout me, I knew he was still

watching me as he slowly ran his thumb across his lower lip, almost as If he was in a deep though,

what was he planning. The sound of the bell made me jump as the other student slowly packed away

their things, just as I was about to stand from my chair my fate was sealed as I heard him call me.

"Miss Sevenfold, please may you remain seated, there's a few things we need to discuss" Many curses

flowed through my mind as I longingly looked at the last student who left, Lucas slowly walked towards

the door before slowly shutting it almost as if he was mocking me, as I finished my train of thought I

heard a soft click of a lock, wait what? a lock? he's locked the door, panic flashed throughout me as I

looked up to an angry looking Lucas, he sensed my discomfort as he stalked closer.

"That was quite a stunt you pulled yesterday Lizzie, but you must understand how dangerous it is to

play with fire right? need I warn you that you will get burnt and we can't have that now can we?" He

sneers as he continues getting closer before he is only inches from my desk.

Refusing to look at him, I glance around to room. This man was scaring me, and to be honest with

myself I have no idea if I liked the challenge, or if it scared the crap out of me. I think it's more of a mix

between the both.

"I am talking to you Miss sevenfold, such a rude one you are, do I really need to warn you about the

importance of manners?" I finally let my eyes return to his, regretting it the moment I'm face to face with

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"n..no sir, sorry sir" I stutter as I attempt to control my heart rate, this fails and results in him smirking

before laughing at me "oh it appears you've lost your fight, or maybe you've finally found the meaning

of manners. Maybe there's hope for you yet lizzie, just " He runs his thumb across his lower lip once

again as he looks lost in thought. I can't help but shiver at his words, the last maybe seemed like it

contained an unfulfilled promise. Hope for me? hope for what? what use could he possibly have with

me. It wasn't until seconds later, when his eyes were trained on me that I had realised that I said my

last thoughts aloud. Shit.

"What use could I have with you? Now that really is a good question Miss Sevenfold"