Call Me SIr

Chapter 12

I glare at my phone as the alarm rings loudly. 6am Great. Yet another sleepless night, I couldn't stop

thinking about Lucas, about the sudden closeness, what changed? He went from hating me, to

tolerating me and now he's calling me darling and saying how he can't wait to see me. I know I joked

about his mood changes, but they really were starting to give me whiplash. As if my magic my phone

rang again, except this time it displayed his name rather than my alarm. I groaned loudly, debating if I

could pretend to be asleep and get away with no picking it up. Deciding that I would just cause myself

problems by avoiding him, I answer the call, placing the phone to my ear.

"Well good morning sunshine, not wanting to answer my calls" I could hear the mocking in his voice,

see this is what I mean, he always knows what is going through my mind!

"and how could you possibly know that, maybe I was just sleeping" I can’t help but smile, something

about speaking to him erased all previous bad thoughts.

"sleeping past 6am on a college morning? seems very unlike you Darling. How did you sleep?" I smiled

even more, blushing slightly. Darling. That's the second time he has said that now.

"erm, sleep? yeah I slept well thank you, how did you sleep?" why the hell did I just say that? why didn't

I just admit to not sleeping at all, for god sake its like im just asking for him to be pissed off.

" you didn't sleep at all, did you Lizzie?" He's tone remains playful, not sense of anger present, is he

not going to moan for lying? for not telling be honest with him.

"er...no, no I didn't. how do you know?" I bite at my lip, waiting for his voice to come through the

speaker of the phone.

"You know I always know these things, plus you sound sleepy as fuck, its cute" Lucas laughs, causing

my stomach to restrict as a blush to work its way across my cheeks again. Not only did he swear but he

said I sound cute. This man shall be the death of me!

"You know I should be getting dressed; I can't be late to my lesson; my teacher wouldn't be very

impressed and would probably come up with several torturous punishments for me" I smile as I hear

him gasp.

"Not even 7am Miss Sevenfold and you're already teasing, though you do have a very valid point, he

wouldn't be impressed, but those punishments do sound very fun, do they not my little porcupine?" His

playful tone remains, someone got out of the right side of the bed today

"your little Porcupine?" I wonder where the nickname came from, ignoring my stomach tightening once

again, his porcupine.

"Yes, my little Porcupine, you had a good point" Lucas sounded so pleased with himself, causing me to

laugh

"That's actually quite brilliant" I hear him laugh in response, god his laugh was amazing.

"I'm glad you agree Porcupine, now get out of bed and get dressed, I don’t like my students being late

remember" he laughs once more

"Oh I remember, sir. I would never dream of being late for your lessons" if Lucas was stood in front of

me, I'd imagine his eyes would be darkening about now, as his entire body tensed.

"You're playing a very dangerous game Darling; I'll see you in class. Remember I don't tolerate

lateness He hangs up before I have a chance to reply, damn him. Sighing to myself I throw my phone

down on the bed. Time to get dressed I suppose.

Approaching his classroom door, I nervously bite my lip, the thought of having to attempt to act

naturally around him, as though I wasn't pressed down onto his bed yesterday as he straddled my

waist and attacked my lips. A blush spread across my face, I really need to stop thinking about him,Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

especially when I can to go and sit in front of him and pretend like I don’t want him to stride over to my

desk and kiss me hard.

I was through the door, keeping my head held low, wanting to avoid any eye contact, knowing it will

only make my blush again. Sitting down on the seat furthest away I pull out my notepad as well as a

pen, waiting for the lesson to begin.

"Now class, today we'll be studying how humans react to pain. Now when studying such an in-depth

subject such as Forensics it’s very important that every aspect is analysed. Everyone reacts differently

when faced with a dilemma, for example if you are called to an investigation concerned with grievous

bodily harm, and you were asked to conduct a cognitive interview on the victim, how would you go

about it? after all they had just been attacked, not only this, but do you think the state of the victim will

vary depending on who it was attacked, for example If say someone In this class was attacked, how

would their reaction differ to say if I was attacked" Lucas rambles on about the influence of an attack as

my mind still reels, why did he decide this subject today, how humans react to pain, he has got to be

kidding.

"Ah Miss Sevenfold, what are your thoughts on this?" I finally glance up, meeting his eyes as I do. That

Sneaky twat! Well two can play this game Lucas

"I think you are looking at it completely wrong, sir, I mean yes clearly age and gender would influence

the outcome of such an attack, but then look at it another way, some people enjoy and excuse my

phrasing, the pleasure of the pain. I'm not saying that an attack could be seen as a good thing, but

some people just have a much high pain tolerance, therefore making them a lot easier to interview

afterwards seeming as though I'd imagine those with a higher pain tolerance would be in a more

manageable state " I smile sweetly at him, knowing he was expecting me to stutter, to not provide an

answer. Well how wrong his was.

Lucas clears his throat, shock evident on his face "well I do believe Miss Sevenfold has a point, would

anyone else like to add to this?" He glances back to me quickly, his eyes dark as he smiles widely.

What the hell is happening in his mind.