"Honest people don't hide their deeds."
-Wuthering Heights

It seems that the more I sit in my own thoughts, the more things I begin to question things. Mainly about, about Omera and the horrible person she's become, she's one of those girls I would avoid at all costs when I was in high school.

I decided that telling Phil everything is the best way to solve it, he always knows the right things to say. I tell him that Omera is just out for revenge and it's just plain wrong to me.

"Well, I disagree." Phil seems a bit guilty as he says this.

"Disagree? Why?" I look at him, perplexed. I thought that telling him what Omera has been up to would cause him to generate similar opinions to mine.

"Yes, what she's doing is a bit harsh but drawing conclusions from the limited amount of information you have is plain stupid. Why don't you just ask for her side before you make any decisions?" Phil pats my head before walking to the kitchen. I furrow my eyebrows, before scrambling after him.

"Even her best friend came here to tell me that she's going too far." I try convincing him that Omera really is going crazy.

He shrugs. "You told me she was one of those good students, even if the revenge was fair that girl probably would think it's horrible." Phil argues back with a calm tone, as if everything he says is obvious.

"Well I-" I stop myself quickly, my argument became more invalid the more I talked. Why don't I ask her? What's the big problem?

"Remember to give Janice back her pot, she said she needs it to boil some noodles." Phil reminds me as he points to the black pot on our stove. Phil was going to use it to make some soup but I guess he never got to it.

"Okay."

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"I'm sorry I came here a day early." Omera says as she lets her bag hit the floor.

"Why did you bring a bag?" I look down at it as she stares back at me.

"My mom started yelling at me so I'm going to stay here if that's fine with you." She looks a bit hurt as she explains which only peaks my curiosity.

"Yelling?"

"Yeah, she was saying some...very hurtful things." She seems a bit more collected than I thought she would be.

"Like what?"

"Like I bring shame to her name, and that she's going to get me married to some big business man." She rolls her eyes to show she doesn't care but it was quite clear that it did. I decide to ignore the fact that her mother would force her to get married, Omera wouldn't let that happen.

"You could stay here but don't you have school tomorrow?" I question her but she shrugs.

"I don't want to go back there, I just wish I could start over from the day I first entered that boarding school." She admits as she walks past me and onto the couch, and I sit next to her.

"Why?"

"I feel like everyone thinks I'm evil and heartless. You, Maci, Tia, my mother. If I could start over I would just run away the first day." She confesses as she rests her head  on my shoulder.

"So, you regret meeting me?" I joke around, I know exactly what she means though, I feel like I would do the same.

"No, I just wish it would turn out differently. I wish you didn't have a kid, I wish you were never my teacher, I wish this was a regular relationship." She grabs my hand and plays with my fingers as she talks. There's a pause before she turns to me.

"Remember the first day we met?" She seems a bit too happy at the thought.

"Vaguely. What exactly is making you smile?"

"You were so authoritative." She explains with a lustful look in her eyes.

"I was your teacher, of course I was more authoritative." I brush her off as I look around the room.

"Can you be like again?" She requests as she lets her hands run through my hair.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that maybe we should go a bit to the past and have some fun." She suggests as her hands keeps caressing me.

"Fun?"

She rolls her eyes. "You're so clueless."

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OMERA WILLIAMS

I grab him by his collar and drag him to his bedroom. This is weird, the fact that soon he'll be in charge makes me nervous but I have to test my theory, maybe being treated as powerless will make me stop acting up.

"This is all so sudden but I'm not complaining." Dan says as I shut and lock the door behind me.

"I want you to be like Mr. Howell again." I say, and he soon grabs me from around my neck and connects our lips. I feel my cheeks heat up at this, and I can't help but anticipate the events that would follow.

"From now on, you address me as 'Sir' and nothing else." He orders me as he looks down at me with a smirk.

"Yes, Sir." I nod.

"Good, don't talk unless I address you." He gives me another order to which I only nod. "Use your words, darling."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." He compliments me as he grabs a fistful of my hair. I can't help but feel so obnoxiously attracted to him as I take in his actions. Usually, he is a bit too passive and doesn't really take charge, it makes me feel a bit special seeing this side of him.

His hands go up my shirt as he kisses me a bit sloppily, I almost laugh as I feel a bit of the salvia on my cheek. I decide to pull away from the kiss and connect my lips to his neck instead. I need to leave a mark, just so when I look at him I'll remember this moment. Before I could do that he grabs my chin and tries to connect our lips but I feel a sneeze coming.

"Wait I have to-" I try explaining to him but it's too late, I turn my head to the side and sneeze.

He chuckles as he hears it. "That was cute."

I clear my throat, a bit embarrassed for ruining the moment. He only grabs my arm and pulls me over to his bed, I voluntarily fall into his bed with a small smile as his scent engulfs me. I feel as though I could stay here forever, I don't know why his scent makes me feel so oddly at ease.

I tear up a bit as I immediately go to hug him. He looks at me so confused but I close my eyes and savor the moment.

"Omera, why are you crying?" He seems a bit concerned as he crouches down by the bed and takes ahold of my hands.

"Thank you for loving me." I smile as the weight of all the negativity I've received hits me. I wipe my tears away quickly and pull him onto the bed as well.

I remove my shirt, trying not to waste time. He mimics my actions, and can't help but to admire how he looks. I reach over and hug him, connecting our lips again. He slowly slips my sweatpants down but I'm too lost in him that it hits me as a surprise when he enters me.

I feel as though this is the first time I've actually made love.

My heart beats and I can't help but feel complete bliss as I take in this moment, he looks so concentrated and the minute my hand runs through his hair he looks at me with a look I can't comprehend.

The love for him is so strong that I don't even know if he feels the same way.

His hands explore my body, and I suddenly feel a wave of pleasure. I arch my back and this seems to excite him, he begin quickening his pace and I shut my eyes. He moves his hands from my breast to the bed to help balance himself.

When he comes, I open my eyes wide and stare at him. "Wait, are you wearing a condom?"

"Shit." He quickly pulls out and I smack my forehead in distress.

"No wonder you have kid." I say this as I begin to panic. I hear a knock on the door and we both turn toward it .

"Dan? What are you doing in there?" I hear Phil question.

"Unintentionally making kids, go away." I answer for Dan, he looks at me with a roll of his eyes.

"We're busy." He tried fixing the damage but it's too late. Phil must have walked away by now.

"I was a bit too distracted to notice that you wanted another kid." I angrily blame him for this mess but he only fights back.

"You can't blame this all on me." He points out.

"Maybe if I stick a tampon up there-" I suggest.

"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard." He cuts me off.

"Thanks."

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A/N:

3.56144% edited (God please help me find any errors)

If you ever see someone copying my stories please send me a message on wattpad. It gets really annoying when I have to sit and read a book that just steals something I worked so hard on without even giving me credit. (I know how Phil feels now). Thank you to those who have informed me.

Next update is on Friday!

I'm sorry for the lack of smutty material, I'm not that same horny girl I was almost a year ago. Basically, the small things like scent and warmth make me happier than writing about dick going up my ass. However I do like my fair share of dick.

Thank you for reading!