And he doesn't. For the whole damn period.

For next whole week, I don't receive even a glance in my direction from Mr. Howell. My ego is way too huge for me to show my frustration, but I tried to get his attention.

Well...that's what I did for three days before I got angry and stopped sparing him a glance. I took the weekend to just lay in bed and plan what I would do. However, I didn't think long because of the piles of homework I had to complete.

I exit my class and sigh in relief when I realize I have a free period. I lay in my bed trying to come up with some sort of plan to ask him what's up but all of them are too awkward.

"Hey Mr. Howell, I know we kissed and went super sexual in your classroom, and to top that off I'm one of your students but can you not avoid me? P.S. I'd love my phone back so I can get the fuck out of this damn school."

Nope.

"I know we almost fucked but how about you give me my phone?"

Nah.

"Listen, you and I can get past this if you give me my phone. That way I'll call my mother and she'll be so horrified at the fact that I'm being spanked that she'll take me out of this school. Then we'll never have to see each other again."

Maybe?

"Hello Sir, I just came by to grab my phone."

It's good enough and casual. I decide to go see him, he can't ignore me forever. This time I'm not nervous at all when I approach his door, instead I'm furious.

I rapidly knock on the door and impatiently wait for him to open it. I stand with my arms crossed as I come face to face with him.

He scratches the back of his neck. "Omera." He greets.

"Hello, Sir." I greet back with a bit attitude.

"Come in." He answers back with hesitance but I shake my head.

"No need. I just came by to get my phone." I reject his invitation immediately. The minute I step in that room is the minute I know something is going to happen between us. So I try my best to keep my distance from him.

"Come in." He repeats.

"I'm not entering you room. You know what will happen if I do." I tell him. His eyes drop to where my feet are and then flicker back up to my eyes.

"I'm very well aware but I assure you nothing of that nature will ever happen again." He tells me with a tight nod, I don't know why that makes my heart drop.

"Fine." I agree trying to hide my sadness. I take a seat at my desk and wait as usual.

"We need to talk." He breaks the silence after he closes his door.

"I just came to get my phone, not to talk." I argue back, I could tell that at this point he is in no mood to touch me in any way.

"Omera, don't be difficult." He says angrily, I decide to keep quiet and see what he says. " "Listen, what happened wasn't supposed to happen." He states with a serious expression.

"Well it did." I respond.

"And it won't continue on. I don't want you getting in more trouble." He demands but I roll my eyes in response.

"And if I do?" I question. He licks his lips and looks as if he's deep in thought.

"It seems you enjoy the spankings so I must come up with another punishment." He tells me in a calm voice.

I blush. "I don't like them. If you hadn't kissed me I would have shown my detestation for it. Plus you weren't hitting very hard." I deny in anger.

"If you don't start addressing me properly, I'll make you reconsider that sentence." He replied back in a strict tone. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at that very statement, I could no longer sit in this room if he keeps pretending nothing happened between us.

It feels like I'm back to day one and even though it's only been a week it seems like the first day was a month ago. Still not very long but I don't want to relive it.

"You know what? Forget it. I don't even need my damn phone. It seems every time I try to get it, you change the subject. Just like you try to pretend what happened last time never happened." I say getting up from my seat.

"Omera, wait-"

"Just ignore me in class. I don't care if you want to forget what happened, just don't force me to do the same." I cut him off with a wave of my hand. I expect him to get angry at my tone but his eyes show a bit of concern as he sees me.

"Omera, I'm sorry. What I've done may not be the most mature..." He sighs as he stares at me longingly.

"It's fine. If you want to forget about then who am I to stop you?" I agree with his terms sadly as I turn away from him. I wish he would give me my phone so I could call my parents and leave his hell as soon as possible. However, I don't see that happening in my near future.

I could use Maci's phone but I don't remember my mother's number. If I did I would call her in a heartbeat.

I feel myself tear up a bit but I suck it up and exit his room. I start to walk away but halfway through the hall I bump into a familiar face.

"Who stabbed you in the neck?" Zola asks. I raise an eyebrow at her comparison. She's leaned up against the wall doing nothing in particular.

"I just hate this damn school. I'd do anything to leave." I groan in dissatisfaction.

"We could leave now. I'm about to meet up with some friends, you could tag along." Zola suggests.

"Are we allowed to do that?" I question her.

"Nope, that's why we exit through a freshmen room window, they're on the ground floor." She explains as she awaits my answer.

I do need a distraction from Mr. Howell. I guess breaking a few rules could get me expelled and shipped back home, especially considering the fact I might not be spanked. I'm not really seeing any cons to going with Zola.

"I'm in." I agree as we walk to the stairs.