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She's been through more

hell than you'll ever know.

But that's what gives her

beauty an edge...

You can't touch a woman

who wear pain like the

grandest of diamonds

around her neck.

-Alfa

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-Chapter 39-- Sinful noises-

- Emma's: Point of View-

"Run faster!" The coach shouts at us. An inaudible sigh leaves my lips at his harsh words.

To my misfortune, the last class on my schedule was gym class. The teacher, Mr.Walker, wasn't an easy cookie to please. Everyone in this class seemed to know that. That is why many, from my observation, try to blend in with the background, just trying not to draw attention to themselves.

We were like soldiers not trying to get blasted by the higher-ups.

This guy doesn't get that not all his students are athletes. He made it his mission to torment everyone in this class today.

Running laps around the green, large field wasn't as simplistic as it sounded. Everyone was dying to just make it stop and take a small sip out of a cold water bottle.

The sun decided to be as bright as the moon today. The wave of heat that was beating down on us wasn't easing this suffering, and the humid atmosphere made sure of that too.

My skin is sticky and my limp weighs a ton. I run my fingers through my long, curly strands, gathering them up into a messy ponytail. Just trying very hard to free my neck from its heat.

The soreness in my legs was unbelievable. The muscles in them felt so sore and like they were on fire that it felt like they could fall off at any moment.

The unbearable discomfort inside my chest was enhanced with every breath I took in or out. My heavy breathing was so unstable as a beam of sweat slid down the side of my face towards my collarbone.

Damn it, why are students tortured like this?

What did we do to get on this guy's bad side today?

That guy had a red cap on his head, cloaking his face from the heat of the blazing ball of fire that displayed itself proudly without a fluffy cloud in sight.

My eyes swirled upwards when that bastard dared gulp his cold water bottle in front of his students who were panting for air.

"Come on, Emma. Speed it up!" This teacher has been on my case since my dumbass stepped into class late. Can't he just leave me the heck alone? Why was he punishing me like I was one of his football players?

This isn't the first time I've witnessed this action. He tends to do that to his players when they're a few minutes late. He pushes the late person to their limits, until they are left weathered in pain on the ground.

Does he believe that the athletic gene was in my bloodstream? Because if he is, then it isn't. My body wasn't built for these intense activities. If there was a wish presented to me at this very moment, the first thing my dumbass would wish for is to not feel any pain.

Every step I took was like it was going to be my last. Everyone was a few feet ahead of me, making me feel bitter about myself for being so slow and behind. Jealousy engulfs me in its sharp claws when I see them speed up.

Being this slow was not good.

My knees, at this point, wanted to just curve in to rid my muscles of such agitating throbbing pain. My compressing lungs and rapid heartbeat were begging me to stop my movements altogether and take a much-needed rest under a leafy, thick tree.

My eyes nearly rolled when my vision caught sight of this big fellow passing me for the fourth time.

Of course, it was effortless for him to run this big field because he is already built to withstand anything that gets in his way. He is so fortunate to still have that much stamina inside him.

"Come on, Emma. Mike has passed by you four times already. If he passes you one more time before you get to this line-" His index finger points at the white line he is standing on and he proceeds to voice, out loud, for everyone to hear him. "Everyone is going to get another two laps around the field."

Some of the students breathlessly groaned under their breath as they heard him. Others just slowed down in speed and glanced at their watches as if they were expecting the class to end at any minute now.

That son of a bitch, Mike, peeks over his broad left shoulder and dares to give me a cocky grin when he notices the soft scowl on my face.

His golden-brown strands appeared brighter, under this radiant sun that shines from the cloudless sky. With every step he took, his shiny lock of hair bounced. He's been doing that every time he passes me by. It seems someone has found enjoyment in seeing me have a glare on my face.

And as expected, in seconds, he was already on the other side of the large field, almost making his way towards me. I tried picking up the pace when I saw him closing in on me from behind.

And just like that, one misstep sends my body down to the ground. A hiss leaves my lips as the surface layer of my palms and my knees and elbows scrape the rough surface of the ground.

Tears began to well inside my waterline, as this scorching sensation burned through the back of my throat resurface with intensity.

In my peripheral vision, I could make out Mike's large figure passing me by with ease, making the nasty emotions inside my chest grow even more overwhelming.

My head jolted up when loud footsteps made themselves towards me... A guilty expression was etched on his face, as he kneeled down on one knee to scan my half curled-up form.

My knuckles softly dried the angry tears that decided to cascade down my warm cheeks without my permission.

This was the last person I wanted to show such weakness to.

He stretched out his hand, and like the childish person I am, I shoved his hand away. Desperately just wanting him to simply leave me alone in my humiliation.

It was childish and stupid of me to deny his help... But he wasn't making it easier for me- who was having a hard time catching up to everyone in the class.

The other students kept jogging. They seemed to focus on staying on track. That they seemed to have not noticed that one of their classmates had tumbled down to the ground.

"You're okay? "Little dove." Mike scans my body as he instinctively stretches out his hand again when he notices me flinching-when I pick myself off the ground.

I simply don't know when it started. The fact that he started calling me 'little dove.'

Maybe it started when Mr.Walker partnered me up with him. Our height difference is laughable... and I think he noticed that too when the teacher partnered us up in a group for the rest of the school semester. Something about keeping each other in check and helping each other out when we need it.

"Yeah..." Tears couldn't help compile more in my waterline, again- ready to slide down my warm cheeks. My muscles, at this point, didn't want to do their job anymore. The heaviness in them wasn't normal.

When my eyes land on the gym teacher, he shoots me a disapproving stare.

In the end, he sends me to the nurse's office. Someone decided to tag along as "Emotional Support"... This huge fellow wouldn't leave, no matter how much I told him to. If only he knew that he's the reason I'm so furious right now.

He resembles Leo in that aspect. And his competitive cocky nature resembles Kevin's. It's like he's both of them in a package.

When the softness of the mattress made contact with my bottom, all I wanted to do was lie back and take a long-deserved nap. The cold breeze emitting from the air-conditioner in this room made my aching muscles loosen up a bit and little goosebumps adorned my arms and legs...

The smell of alcohol and disinfectants lingered in the air. The scent alone was kind of nostalgic. Recollecting the hidden memory of the time my mother took me to the hospital when my arm broke for not listening to her, on staying still at the park when she was sobbing her heart out on the bench. She seemed so distant that day, crying silently on the bench under a leafy green tree.

The small office had two twin beds side by side. Cubicle white curtains hung around them, providing privacy for the occupants. Even though the nurse's office was neat and refreshing, the person who operates here is not.

The students described her as a spiteful and dramatic b*tch.

Especially when students embark into the nurse's office when she's not here. From a little birdie, I heard that she filed a report against a student for entering this room when she wasn't here. Saying that he was using something when all he did was get a band-aid... The poor guy got in trouble, earning him detention for a week.

That could probably be the reason my foot was tapping on the polished gray floor as my worried eyes observed Mike's form as he browsed around the large room for the thing that he needed to fix me up.

He decided to play nurse when he noticed the nurse wasn't here... Did I deny him? "Of course."

Did he listen? "No."

We were in the farthest twin bed in this small office because the air conditioner was nearer. The nice breeze of cool air caressing my aching muscles felt nice enough to almost make me want to doze off to sleep.

My body twitches gently when Mike lightly pads the ball of cotton soaked in alcohol on the torn skin of my palms. Then on my knees and elbows. And lastly, on the side of my right calf. For some reason, this felt strange; having someone clean my wounds for me, because back then I was the one cleaning up my own wounds. It almost makes me believe that I'm still heavily dreaming about all this and that somehow I'm still in that hell hole waiting for the next beating. And that this is just a fraction of my imagination.

When he was finished, he placed colorful band-aids on my injuries. They had cute little animations on them.

For a moment an overwhelming feeling of nervousness took over my body when he stared for too long at my arms that were now exposed because he raised my sleeves up to fix my elbows a few seconds ago . I always wear long sleeves to not let anyone from school see my little scars and start asking my questions that I couldn't bring myself to truthfully answer.

My nervous eyes clashed with his... And all he had on them was a pure look of satisfaction. Like if he had accomplished something big by fixing me up.

He probably thinks he's a certified nurse now. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. This guy is something else.

"Do you like it?"

I nod my head in response and a big smile takes over his face.

"Let's get out of here before Mrs.moody comes back."

When my hand was pressed on the doorknob, ready to twist it, hasty footsteps made their way to the door, compelling both of us to grow still.

Shit, I don't want detention for a whole week for simply trespassing for band-aids.

Mike quickly yanked me inside this dark double-doored locker that was at the center of the white wall.

We were now cramped in this small space, my breast was now pressed against his torso. As he gently pressed one of his hands on my face as he pressed a finger on his lips, signaling to not make a sound. His soft blue eyes widen when he hears soft whimpers erupting from a woman's lips.

Tiny specks of light glowed inside the dark space, with tiny particles floating in the air as it smoothly seeped through the small cracks.

I grew self-conscious being this close to him.

Does he feel uncomfortable? Do I smell...? I hope not. This is so embarrassing.

But those worrying thoughts wiped clean off my mind when my whole attention refocused back to him.

His cheeks appeared to get a little redder the more those erotic sounds accelerated and became clearer.

Was he blushing? Should I make fun of him? Is this even a right moment to be joking around like this? Maybe if he only listened to me from the start on not entering this room he wouldn't be in this awkward situation.

The rapped moans got louder and heavier. The poor guy squeezed his eyes shut, averting my wide doe eyes.

He seemed so uncomfortable and anxious from his confident, cocky self that was throwing me a cocky smile every time he passed me by on the big field... Just a while ago.

A muffled soft giggle erupts from me when he doesn't dare gaze down at me at how uncomfortable he appears to be in such a situation.

"Shhh. They'll hear you if you keep going, Dumbass." He softly let out as his face shifted back down to me. He sharply took in a breath, when my body pressed more onto him. It wasn't my fault that there was a big bag behind me, filling in the small space that should have been empty.

And this guy wasn't making it easier either, because he was taking up the majority of the space inside here.

I chew on my bottom lip when he encircles me with his muscular right arm. The office was cold, but it didn't impede the heat that was emitted from our bodies being this close to each other.

"Oh please... Don't stop, just like that... Ahhh, " she whined as the slapping of skin got more rapid and louder. Her sultry groan made Mike close his eyes again and slowly squeeze his teeth in concentration as if he was trying to fight whatever was making him like this.

His arousal was becoming more and more evident against my lower abdominal.

"I'm so sorry..." He whispers against my left ear, his lips rubbing lightly against my earlobe, emitting from me a sharp intake of breath. This warmth slowly begins to build inside my body, making me nervously peer up at him through my dark lashes... "It's okay."

He seemed like he was struggling to shut off the sinful noises of lovers that should only be heard in a bedroom. Poor guy.

"Fuck..." My eyes widened when the male moaned that out. He sounded a little bit familiar, but my finger couldn't quite point out who that thick, low voice belonged to.

It seems like they moved towards one of the mattresses because the mattress began to squeak under their weight.

My breath hitches in my throat when Mike's soft lips slowly grace my left ear again when he whispers these words out softly. I'm going to slowly open this door, and we must be very quiet when we step out. Okay? "

"What if we get caught?" My eyes peered up at him. Being this close face-to-face with someone made my cheeks bloom.

"Don't worry, they are too focused on their little adventure to stop." A smirk graced his lips, and my eyes involuntarily rolled at his response.

He bit back a chuckle upon seeing my reaction.

Mike slowly opened the locker door, my heart at this point was beating loudly inside my chest. It was almost uncomfortable how hard my heart beated so uncontrollably like this.

He first let me out as he grabbed the bag that was jabbing my back this whole time. Trying to not let it fall to the ground.

We took slow but steady steps towards the door, not caring if the locker door was still open.

The female's loud moan got louder and breathier when the squeaky noise got faster. Jeez, don't these people have some self-awareness? Because doing it in a place like this isn't the smartest idea to have.

Mike's hand was now on the handle, slowly twisting it and gently pulling it open... It would have been a successful escape if the door hadn't screeched so damn loudly in the end.

The coupled movement halted, as my heart plummeted to the ground and my abdomen twisted into a tight knot.

Shit, we're so dead.

Hoisting me up by my thighs, Mike made a run for it, not waiting for the lovebirds to catch a glimpse of us.

He carried me as if I were lightweight. An explosion of roaring laughter exited his lips as he ran down the long, bright, slippery, shiny hallway, making a sharp turn to the right, instantly making me grab his head for balance and making a blush creep up my neck at his childishness.

He gently placed me on the floor, and when we reunited, our gazes... My cheeks couldn't stop the ray of warmth that was probably concealing my face right now.

His face was also tinted a little. He stands at his full height, as he begins to subconsciously rub the nape of his neck.

We are both startled by a person who opens a door to one of the many classrooms. The sounds of adolescents' chattering and laughing emitted from the open door. But the cheerful sounds of students didn't last long when the noise was extinguished when it got blocked again by the same door.

My mind instantly recognizes the girl who comes out the door... It's Leo's girlfriend.

She spotted us and gave us a questionable stare as her eyes slowly steered from me to him and then back to me.

As if I was doing something wrong? She's gaping at me as if I had committed adultery or something. Mike didn't pay any mind to her as he grabbed my hand and proceeded to guide me back outside, where the teacher still had the students jogging under this radiant scorching sun as the wind gusted strongly in all directions.

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