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We Are The Rebellious Youth

Chapter Fifty-Three: Catching the Bad Guy

Mickey’s POV:

I absolutely hated Geography. I just couldn’t stand it. What used to be a class I felt nothing towards had turned into the one class I dreaded. Most of the time I’d skip it, but I knew I had to attend the occasional class so that I could graduate. But instead of focusing on what was being taught and written on the board, my teacher’s looks kept distracting me. He made me sit at the front of the class so he could ‘keep an eye on me’, but I knew it wasn’t for disciplinary reasons. All he wanted was to ogle at me during class.

As soon as the bell went, I always was the first to rush out as soon as the bell went, especially on the day when we ended with Geography. Usually, I managed to leave before he even noticed. But he must have figured out my tricks, because just as I was sneaking out, he called my name.

“Mickey,” he said sternly with his arms crossed as other students started passing me to leave, “please stay back, we need to talk.”

I stayed put, wondering if I could just make a run for it, but at the same time I knew this was my chance to set him in his place. So, when Rian was also just going to pass me, I grabbed him by his elbow and whispered, “run to Alex and tell him I’m being held back by our geography teacher again.”

“Okay, I will if I see him.” He pulled his arm out of my grasp, giving me a judgmental look.

But I just took hold of his arm again. “No, I mean now. Right now. It can’t wait.”

“God, you’re weird.”

He left the classroom without giving me any confirmation that he was going to do as I asked, so I knew I couldn’t trust him especially since he seemed a little off. I walked back further into the classroom and put my bag down on one of the tables before pulling out my new flip phone (I finally managed to afford one. It wasn’t anything fancy like the phones Alex and Jack had, but I could text and call just fine). As the last student left the classroom, I tried to find my contacts again so I could call him.

“So, Mickey,” Mr. Archer moved away from the door he had closed after the last person left. He was back at his desk, leaning against it. “We really need to talk about those grades.”

I swallowed with a nod, finally managing to find my contacts list, Alex’s name at the very top. “I just need to call my ride to say I’m going to be a bit late.”

Alex wasn’t my ride. My truck was still broken and it was getting too cold to stand outside for long trying to figure out what was wrong. I was actually supposed to go home with Jack so we could go to work--Rian wasn’t working that day. It might have been best to actually call my ride to say I was going to be late, but Alex and I had made a deal.

“Hey, Mickey! What’s up?” Alex chirped, telling me that Rian either hadn’t gotten to him yet or had just ignored my request.

“I’m just calling to say I’m going to be a few minutes late, so don’t drive away without me. I won’t have a way to get home,” I lied to him, keeping my back to Mr. Archer while simultaneously keeping my eye on him.

“I was supposed to take you home? Shit! I didn’t know. I was gonna go hang out with Zack.”

I completely disregarded what he said and hoped he would understand what I said. “Oh, you know, just got held back in Geography again. It won’t take long, I promise.”

“Geography!” Alex exclaimed, knowing exactly what I was talking about. “Fuck. Remember what we talked about, okay? Stall for a little bit, I’m out by my car, I need to run back into school. Don’t hang up.”

“Okay, yeah, bye.” I pressed a button on my phone that made it look like I hung up, but didn’t really.

The next part was trying to hold my phone in a way that it didn’t seem like it was still being used. It was the problem with a flip phone. You flipped it closed after using it, but I couldn’t do that because Alex was still on the other side. So, I had to be creative. I held it by the hinge and acted like I was just playing with it, careful not to close it too far in case the phone registered it as being closed.

“He’s going to wait,” I announced as I turned back to my teacher and sat on my table, “but he has to leave soon, so this has to be quick.”

“I can’t promise that,” Mr. Archer smirked, moving away from his desk and moved to the table next to the one I was standing at and sat down on that one instead. On one hand, it made me shiver that he was so close, but on the other I knew that his voice would be heard way easier through the phone.

“You wanted to talk about my grades, so let’s talk about my grades.”

“Right.” He nodded and stared at me. “I tried to make a deal with you before--”

“Which I declined and still will,” I stated, doing my best to keep my calm. I couldn’t risk him looking like the victim.

“But Mickey,” he chuckled and reached out to touch my arm, which I quickly moved out of reach, “I can’t do anything if we don’t make a deal.”

“You can just give me the grades I deserve and not blackmail me,” I suggested and forced myself to put on a smile.

“You think you deserve those grades?” He raised a single eyebrow and licked his lips. “I believe I’m the one who decides when you deserve those grades.”

“Okay, then maybe we can come up with a solution that doesn’t require me to have sex with you, cause quite frankly, I don’t want to do that.”

“Mickey, Mickey…” he sighed and put a hand on the table on either side of me, leaning forward and coming way too close. “I know your reputation. You always act like you don’t want somebody, but you still end up going to bed with them.”

“Who told you that?” I snorted and pushed him away with a single finger. “Some kid who's obsessed with me and doesn’t want to believe I really won’t sleep with them? Or are you that kid?”

“Come on, we both know high school boys aren’t shit. You deserve better.” He put his hands on my legs, slowly rubbing them further up and inwards.

“Don’t touch me.” I snapped, but still didn’t show my rage, slapping his hands away. “And what makes you think you’re any better?”

“Want me to prove it to you?” he murmured and breathed against my left ear as he leaned in again.

“Nope, I’m good.” I jumped off the table and grabbed my bag, still very careful not to break my phone, and started moving towards the door so I could leave.

But I didn’t get the chance to leave. He grabbed my arm and forced me to turn around. “Mickey, you don’t seem to understand. You need to pass. You get to have an A while also feeling good. What else could you want?’

“You to not just grab me like that,” I retorted and pulled my arm away before storming for the door. I didn’t care about the plan Alex and I had anymore, I wanted to get out of there. However, when I turned the doorknob, the door wouldn’t budge. “Give me the key or unlock this yourself.”

“No can do.” He shook his head as he started closing in on me.

“You can’t just lock me in here!”

“And I can’t let you leave until we’ve come up with an agreement.”

“We came up with an agreement,” I disagreed, shuffling further into the corner to keep space between us. I wanted nothing more than to punch him right in that smug face of his. But if Alex’s plan was going to work, doing that would only get me into trouble. “I refuse to have sex with you and you give me the grades I should be getting.”

He laughed deeply and shook his head. Before I knew it, his hand was on my waist and I had nowhere to go. My back had already hit the wall and he was blocking the only other way for me to go. The only way to get out was to get physical. I just hoped Alex’s next step was going to happen soon, or I literally had to fight my way out. The only thing I was afraid of was that I’d underestimate the time it would take and get Mr. Archer off me, only to get into deep shit myself.

“So, you think that forcing yourself onto me is a better way to get my grades up?” I wondered, hoping that if Alex hadn’t done anything yet, he would at least hear that he really had to do so now.

“I think you secretly want it,” he shrugged back and continued to get even closer.

“I really don’t,” I made clear and gave him a short sarcastic smile.

He didn’t care, though. Instead, he started to kiss my neck. I tried to cringe away by cocking my head in the direction he was in so he couldn’t reach anymore. Still, he didn’t change his mind, if anything it made him want to go further. His hands went to the bottom of my shirt and he tried to slip them underneath. I, however, kept swatting them away.

Before he managed to actually get what he wanted, the door hit the wall with a loud bang.

“BPD, get off the girl!” A cop shouted, making it way too dramatic.

It was like Mr. Archer jumped off me in less than a second as if hoping that they hadn’t seen anything. Little did he know about the phone call that had been happening the entire time. He was screwed either way.

After he had been put in handcuffs, Alex came up to me in worry.

“Are you okay?” he questioned in a very fast pace. “Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?”

“Nah, I’m cool,” I straightened my clothes and picked up my bag which had fallen to the floor in the process without my knowledge. “I’ve been through worse.”

“Are you sure? I can only imagine how traumatizing that must be…”

I shrugged and whispered so only he could hear and not the cops. “I could have pushed him off at any time, but that wasn’t part of the plan. Speaking of which, I thought you were going to let Principal Adkins listen to the phone call, not the cops.”

“I did,” Alex promised while Mr. Archer was being led out by one cop, the other one staying behind. “He’s the one that called them and is the one who provided the key so the door didn’t have to be opened by force.”

“Where is he now?” I asked, noticing that he was nowhere around and I hadn’t seen him when the police entered either.

“I don’t know. Talking so some officer, I believe. I don’t think he wants this turning into a scandal.”

“He should have thought of that before he told me he couldn’t do anything.” I rolled my eyes. “He could have easily fired him without much of a hassle, now the cops are involved.”

“He’s the one that suggested it in the first place.” Alex shrugged as the second police officer made his way over to us.

He opened a small notepad and gave us a nod before asking me, “do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?”

I told him everything I could. I wanted nothing more than for Mr. Archer to disappear forever. Somebody like him didn’t deserve to teach. A criminal record like this would make sure of that. I didn’t care if it meant the school was one teacher short. There was no way I would have ever given in to him.

While I managed to get out of work for the day and Jack didn’t get too mad for me ‘forgetting’ about him, my parents freaked out. First, they freaked out about what happened, thinking about suing the school. When I told them I was okay and he hadn’t been able to do anything, they were a little calmer. But then when I mentioned I had been through worse, they freaked out again. They weren’t mad, but they feared for me.

I was okay, though.

Notes


I've been writing a lot lately, but I literally got a job today, so I'm going to be having a lot less time again.

Anyway, how's everybody feeling about the new Panic! album? I didn't really like it at first, but I'm warming up to it. I like a few songs right now, but I keep forgetting they're Panic! songs xD.

I guess I also need to say something about the chapter... they did something about Mr. Archer! That's good, right?

Ooooh, also, new story! It's also Alex x OC (as far as I would consider a pairing)
http://www.alltimelowfanfiction.com/Story/91080/Chasing-The-Missing-Paths/

Comments

@Daydreamers
A little cliffhanger here and there never hurt anybody....
Also, update. The epilogue is at 6679 words. Motivation and inspiration are low so it's taking me so long to even start writing. I know what needs to happen, I want to write it, but words aren't working.

i’ve been left with too many cliffhangers in the past to trust you lol

Daydreamers Daydreamers
7/13/20

@Daydreamers
There's nothing to be scared of....

i’m excited but scared at the same time

Daydreamers Daydreamers
6/16/20

@Daydreamers
It's probably because it went downhill so suddenly a quickly. There's no closure. The epilogue will end quite open...