She was calling out names while ticking them off on the attendance sheet.
"Bronagh Murphy," she called out.
"Here," I replied.
She looked up, smiled at me then gasped and actually dropped her pen to the floor.
"What happened to you?" she asked as she moved over to me.
Even though I had a black eye, nobody but Dominic noticed it since I had only looked at him. My other classmates didn't pay attention to me because that was the norm; I didn't bother with them, and they didn't bother with me. Thanks to Miss McKesson though, everyone was looking at me now.
"Holy shite, Bronagh, that's some shiner," Alannah's voice said from my left.
I nodded, because she was right; it was a hell of a shiner.
I looked at Miss McKesson and smiled. "I'm fine, it's nothin'."
"It's not nothin', you have a black eye for goodness sake," she breathed.
I smiled again; her concern was nice.
"I'm honestly fine; it was just a misunderstandin', the other person is dead now."
That lightened up the tension because everyone, including Miss McKesson, chuckled. The tension came right back when she looked around the room and gasped as she looked to the back.
"Nico, what happened to you… this time?" she gasped, again.
I wanted to laugh at the 'this time' part of her question. She knew he was a troublemaker considering the amount of times he rolled into school with bruises and whatnot on his face over the last five, almost six, weeks. His fight with Jason was the only one I had heard of him being in since he and his brother started here so where he got all the bruises from was beyond me.
"Nothin', just shitty decision makin' on my part. Chose to defend someone who wasn't worth it, it was my mistake."
I gritted my teeth and muttered, "You are a mistake."
I didn't mean for this to be audible but it was and my classmates actually oh'd. I meant that Dominic was my mistake and that kissing him was a mistake, but the class probably thought I meant his existence was a mistake, which right now, honestly wasn't that far off the bat with the way I was feeling.
Miss McKesson looked between myself and Dominic for a few moments. "The two of you stay after class."
Again?
I wanted to protest, but her tone was a serious one, so I just sighed and put my earphones back in. Class flew by; I noticed Damien entering class about thirty minutes late with another girl from class, Lexi Mars. I was instantly disgusted by the state of her hair and clothes and the shit-eating grin Damien was sporting.
That girl and Damien - because I heard from passing conversations that he had shagged multiple girls since moving here - were the definition of a slut, not me.
When class ended, I didn't move from my seat. I waited for everyone to leave before I took out my earphones.
"As much as the students of this school think us teachers are stupid, we aren't. We heard about the altercation between you and Jason after school yesterday, Nico. Care to explain what that was over?"
"It was over Bronagh," Dominic answered seconds later.
I humourlessly laughed. "No, he stuck his nose in other people's business then blamed it on me because he didn't get what he wanted out of the situation."
"And what did he want out of the situation?" Miss McKesson asked.
I looked at her with raised eyebrows.
Did she really expect me to have a heart to heart with her?
"A lovin' hug," I replied sarcastically.
She looked at Dominic then flicked her eyes between us. "I don't know what is goin' on between you both but sort it out between yourselves and don't bring any more violence into it. No more fightin', leave each other alone if you can't get along, understand?"
I saluted her which made her roll her eyes.
"Go on, the pair of you, get to class."
I stood up and pushed my chair into my desk then quickly left the classroom. The hallways were already emptying because second period had already started, so I quickened my pace until I was pulled back by the arm, bringing me to a halt.
"What's the rush, pretty girl?"
I jerked my arm free from Dominic's hold and started walking to class again.
"Don't fuckin' touch me, you dick," I snapped.
Dominic snorted and caught up with me. "You wanted my dick buried in you to the hilt yesterday, didn't you?"
"Damien's, not yours," I corrected trying not to blush with embarrassment of what was the truth. I did want him yesterday.
What I just said about Damien was an honest to God lie, but Dominic didn't need to know that. I wasn't attracted to Damien at all, even though he was Dominic's clone.
Dominic laughed, clearly amused. "No, you wanted my cock, I could smell how wet you were for me-"
I whirled around and jumped for him, intending to break something on his body, but he caught me mid-air, turned us both, and pressed me against the wall in the corridor. My tiptoes were touching the ground, but not fully because Dominic's body was pressed between my legs, literally pinning me against the wall.
"I like aggressive bitches," Dominic grinned as he brought his bruised face to mine.
"Get off me, now! Miss McKesson said you have to stay away from me!" I snapped.
Dominic smiled and looked down to where his body was pressed against mine. "I'm thinking you're enjoying this, babe."
I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not your babe, your possession, or your aggressive bitch. I'm nothin' to you, now let me go!"
Dominic snorted. "Don't think too highly of yourself, babe. I wanted to get laid by the ice-cold bitch that roams these school's hallways. I wanted to see if the only bit of heat in you was located deep, deep in your pussy-"
"You bastard! I hate you, get off me!" I hissed and tried to slap him, but he grabbed my hands with his.
He rotated his pelvis into me, still grinning. "Give it a minute, I'll get you good and wet enough so I can smell-"