Chapter 6

Brook William's POV

"Miss Brook?"

I sprung up from my seat. "Mr Richards."

"Here's the files you wanted." The tall, skinny man placed a lump of papers on my desk.

"Oh thank you so much, I completely forgot about these," I replied, offering him a cult smile and scratching the back of my head.

He smiled back. "Well, whenever you need me again just call."

'Yeah, whatever.' I thought. 

The school bell rang, interrupting my thoughts. I jumped in my seat before quickly shoving the picture in my desk draw.

"Good morning, class!" I chimed as the first early students began to stream into the room.

They did't reply, their faces zombie-like, possessed by the early morning sleep. They silently and sluggishly took their seats.

Minutes go by and soon every seat is filled with a student. Except for one.

"Is there a problem, Miss?"

I was caught off guard. "Uh... n-no, it's just that..."

"Hey," another student piped up. "Where's Harry? Wasn't he in this class last year?"

A girl gasped. "He was! How could I have only noticed now that he was missing!"

A huge commotion erupted from all of the students as they tried to figure out where Harry was.

"He's not coming." Interrupted a stocky-looking boy who I have seen hang around Harry. "He's... busy."

"Busy?" I frowned. "What does that mean? What is so important that he had to miss my lesson?"

"Well," He scratched the back of his head. "I dont want to get into the nits and grits of it... let's just say he's taking care of a few 'urges'."

Urges? What does that mean?

...

The lesson flew by quickly. I sat defeated on my teacher chair, wondering what I was going to do about the picture I'd found this morning. 

"Mrs Willams..." A student's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, um...?" I perked up. "What was your name again?" 

"Lucas," replied the student and seemed to sink into himself even further. "Can I speak to you, please?"

Lucas' hair seemed to move in every which direction. His uniform was almost comedic, too baggy for him and hung off his skeleton-like body like a scarecrow with rags. Most noticably was slight lean in his stapure as his balance took towards his right side. 

"What is it, Lucas?"

"I... I know."  

"You know what?"

He didn't respond, figitting nervously with the hem of his shirt. Then it dawned on me. It was him. He's the one that's blackmailing me! But how and, more importantly, why?

"Wait..." I needed to be caustious about this. "What exactly do you know?" 

His eyes glazed over with determination. "About you and...him. Harry. How you've been sneaking around with him after school hours." 

I'm flabbergasted. Lucas had said the words so calmly and yet they hit like a punch in the stomach. To hear everything I'd done recited back in such an eloquent manner, it seriously took something out of me. I couldn't believe what was happening. 

I stumbled back, short of breath. Who was this kid? Lucas, the quiet kid who sat at the back of the class and hardly said anything to anyone, the kid with the fiery red hair that was going to ruin everything! The devil himself. 

"H-how did you find out?" Had he seen us? Caught us in the act? And for how long has he known? Does everyone in the school know? 

A smirk pulled itself on the side of Luca's pasty white face. "How do you think I found out? He told me."

My heart stopped. Harry? Luca's grin grew. 

"What? You didn't know he liked it up the bum?" He chuckled. "He tells me everything when I've got him right where I want him-" 

"What do you want!" I yelped but it came out as a slur. I honestly felt like passing out.

"I'm glad you asked. Y'see, I'm about sick and tired of sharing Harry."

 Lucas stalked forward until he's standing over me. "Stay away from him, or else I will tell everyone you're dirty little secret." 

I gulped and silently agreed with a nod. 

"Good." Lucas chimed while taking a few steps back. I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding. 

"And another thing Miss Willams," Lucas continued. "Don't mention this to Harry." 

"...okay." I replied in a meek-sounding voice. 

There was a thump and both Lucas and I turned our heads to the classroom door. Harry was there, looking in through the door window. After realizing he had my attention, he offered a wink and I tried my hardist not to blush. 

This was not the right situation for Harry to be flirting with me. I was so embarrassed I didn't notice Lucas getting suspiciously close. 

"It appears that we are being watched," Lucas remarked before turning me around and pulling me close. "Kiss me." 

"Excuse me?" 

Lucas rolled his eyes. His grip on me tightened as he planted a hot passionate kiss on my lips. The kiss felt violent like he was fighting against me; which he was as I was trying to push him off me. His hands removed themselves from my waist and retrained my hands. His overhand help the back of my neck to keep my head in place. 

The kiss continued, this time with Lucas having full access to my mouth. He shoved his tongue past my lips to deepen the kiss. After a while I became fed up with resisting him and fell into him, moving my head and matching his rhythm. 

Now the kiss felt more sensual as our heads moved in sync. Not only that, it actually felt desperate almost as if he were trying to prove something to someone.  I caressed my tongue against his lower lip, tasting him. 

He tasted sweet yet spicy like peppermint. It was a turn on and I found myself moaning, pressing closer into him. But then that taste of peppermint was taken away as Luca's arms disappeared from around me. 

I opened my eyes and see Lucas hunching over a desk, cradling his bleeding nose. Beside him was Harry whose knuckles were red and blistered. 

His eyes were bloodshot and pissed.