I'm Warning You ~○~ Robert Downey Jr (Teacher/Student Romance)

Chapter Five: "Single. Yes, I'm Single."

It's 6:13pm and he still hasn't turned up. So much for "punctuality is essential." I've already showered and dried my hair. Heck, I even put a little makeup on, careful not to make my lip bleed any more than it already has. I lay down on my bed, placing one earphone in so I can still hear the door knock if he actually does turn up at some point. I press shuffle songs and the first one to come on is 'Blame' - Calvin Harris.

Guilt is burnin'

Inside I'm hurtin'

... Just before I press skip song, I hesistate as the chorus begins.

So blame it on the night...

Don't blame it on me...

Don't blame it on me...

It's like the song is strangely linked to the fact that it's Rebekah keeping him occupied, I guess it's not his fault he's late. I can just hear him in my head, "don't blame it on me". I guess he must have a reason to be late, but for some reason I feel kinda disheartened. I lay my head down and listen to the song, but without meaning to, I fall into a soft sleep, the last conscious thought being of my principal.

Downey's POV:

I walk to my office to go and play the tough guy with Rebekah. I don't like being the mean teacher, but I guess I have to be sometimes. When I get there, she's leaning against my office door, adding even more layers of her makeup whilst looking in a small pocket mirror. Looks like the bloody nose was cleared up pretty quick. "Miss Johnston. Come in, sit down, and explain what happened back there."

She does as I say, and sits in the chair directly opposite my desk chair. I take my seat and gesture for her to begin.

"So, basically, she just started ranting to me about how much of a bitch I am. I didn't even do anything. She said I looked like a hippo too. I didn't even defend myself because of how hurt I was." I nod my head, although Angel didn't quite say she looked like a hippo, just that she had the mouth of one. And well, as for the not defending herself...

"But you did defend yourself Miss Johnston. You cut her lip pretty badly, and I saw a few scratches on her face. It seems you defended yourself pretty well."

"Yeah well. My mom taught me well."

"You will be moving to a new room, your new room will be 142A, and Miss Olison will stay in 121A. You're dismissed."

"But why do I have to move? I mean, I've been here longer. You know me better than her..." She gets out of her seat and walks around to my side of the desk. I swivel in my chair to face her, but she places her hand on my knee. "You know I deserve that room..." she places her other hand on my other knee. I stare at her hands, but they don't stop there. She moves closer and closer to my crotch. What the f- Damn, it's turning me on. I close my eyes and bite my lip. When I open again, she's smiling like she's about to acheive something big. Thankfully my conscience kicks in and lets my damn brain know that not only is this wrong, but it's also completely disgusting. This is Rebekah! She's not even pretty! I push her hands away and stand up immediately, forcing a frown on her face.

"Rebekah! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Oh come on, I know you want me. It's illegal and everything, but so what. I won't tell if you won't." She smirks deviously, and moves closer to me. I don't move. Her face is millimeters from mine. I still don't move. Her lips are on mine. I'm frozen. I don't kiss her back, but she kisses me. She pulls at my tie, yanks at my shirt, and her fingers ruffle through my hair. No. I don't even like this girl. I push her off me, and stand back. Wiping her pink lipstick off my lips.