The Guarded One ✔

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Hayden's P.O.V

Knock knock

The door slowly creeps open, the man smiles once his eyes meet mine.

"Hayden" he greets.

"We need to talk," I suggest when entering the biology room.

"What's going on?" Mr Jay Glimmer shuts the biology room door behind me.

"I...We..." I sigh, "gotta stop"

"Stop?" He raises a brow with a slight smirk.

"This..." I point to him then me while he stands, hovering above me, "Whatever this is"

"What are you talking about?" He lowered his voice while placing his warm hand on to my arm.

"I...We...Can't any more" I admit, "we can't sleep together any more, okay?"

I've got too much shit going on in my life right now and this was getting too stressful. He could get fired and I could get expelled. I don't think it's worth the risk any more.

"Right" he nods, "well, then I'll see you in class Hayden"

That was easy.

Too easy if anything.

"Okay" I nod with furrowed brows while walking out of the classroom.

When I begin to walk through the hallway, I immediately see Jess, Tyler and Duncan talking amongst themselves.

"Hey" I greet them with a smile.

"Is anyone else shitting themselves?" Jess cries, standing across from me in a red plaid shirt and black button-up.

"It's just a chemistry test" Duncan rolls his eyes.

"You did not just say that" Jess firms her gaze in frustrated.

"Just remember that you're currently failing chem, Dunc" I point out.

"Maybe cause I was involved in a serious car accident" he reminds us "putting me in a coma, impacting my memory—"

"Okay, we get it" Tyler rolls his eyes.

"You know that doesn't work on us" Jess glances at him coldly "we don't sympathize with you one bit"

"Is that so?" Duncan folds his arms.

My eyes wander to Tyler, who was currently holding his French textbook.

Oh shit, I left mine in my locker.

"As much as I'd like to stand here and chat" I start, "I've got to get my French book from my locker"

"Oh, forgetful Hayden" Duncan shakes his head, speaking in a teasing tone.

"Shut up" I retort before walking away from my friends.

I hate walking through these halls on my own, I always feel like people are looking at me, judging, talking shit. It makes me uncomfortable.

I hate it.

I open my locker and immediately grip my French textbook.

Suddenly the bell rings.

Crap. I can't be late again.

I shut my locker door with a force before speed walking through the hallway.

When I enter French class, I take a seat beside Tyler. Ayla sat in the row in front of us with a grin. I begin to catch my breath when I lean back in my seat.