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

Chapter Eight - Part Two: The Perfect Place

Angel's POV:

When I wake up, my head is throbbing and my eyes feel sore. The same nightmare as the one I've had every night for the past week. I lie still for a while, my body sweating under the blanket, but I'm too scared to take it off. I check my phone for the time which is 3:00am. "Hemsworth?" I whisper, hoping he's in the bed next to mine. After getting no reply, I climb out of my own bed and sit on the edge of his. Thankfully, after patting the space, I realize he's there. "Hemsworth?" I whisper a little louder, but he doesn't wake up. I even try shaking him a little, but it's no use; he continues quietly snoring, completely unphased by me. I find the end of the blanket and pull it back so I can climb in next to him. Something I've never done before, but he usually wakes up. I lay with my back to him, his body like a radiator. A few minutes later, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him. I'm thankful for him holding me tight, I feel so much more secure. I hold his arms around me, making me feel safer. I turn around so our bodies are tangled together. He kisses me on the forehead, his stubbly jaw gently scratching against my skin, and that's when it hits me. Hemsworth does NOT have stubble.

"I got you," he says. I throw myself out of the bed and stand up straight in the darkness. He sits up and stretches. "Hey, it's okay, it's only me." I turn the lights on to see if my ears deceive me or not. Turns out they don't. Downey stands up too, in only his grey boxers, which are quite...tight...around places. No, not in that way, you dirty minded thinker. It's just...they reveal some things that shouldn't be revealed... "Relax, relax," he says softly.

"NO. I WON'T FUCKING RELAX!" I whisper as loud as possible. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"I was just making sure you're okay..."

"Well I don't fucking need you! Get the fuck out of my room!" I don't need him, right? No. Of course I fucking don't. And to think I started to feel for this man!

"Angel, calm down. I'm not going anywhere."

"I can't believe you had the nerve to do this! I thought you were Hemsworth!"

"But you'd still climb straight into bed with him?!"

"Well he hasn't slept through me nudging him before, what the hell else was I supposed to do?!"

"Okay, look, I'm sorry. I just wanted to be here when you woke up."

"I don't want you to be here ever."

"I don't care. I'm going to watch over you whether you like it or not."

"I can't do this, you don't understand, it's not safe for anyone to be near me right now." He walks straight up to me and takes both of my hands in his, looking me directly in the eyes with a stern expression.

"What aren't you telling me?" he asks quietly. I back into the wall, but he only moves closer. I feel suffocated, and it's hard to breathe.

"Nothing," I mutter, but he narrows his eyes.

"Angel-Rose, I have been teaching you almost every day for six months. I know when you're lying to me."

"You don't get to interrogate me! You played me, just like you probably play every other vulnerable girl in this damned school!" I rip my hands away from his. He's not going to get in my head, I let him once, and it is NOT going to happen again.

"Angel, please-"

"No, Rob. No 'please'. You gave up the right to give a shit when your mouth was attached to Rebekah Johnston's." I mentally cringe at the thought of her. "Oh yeah," I begin to whisper sarcastically, "how is she by the way? I haven't had the chance to have a mighty old catch up with her yet-"