Chapter 6 – Belle
CHAPTER SIX
BELLE
“Miss, why is he here?” one of the students asks, pointing to Beast sat in the corner of the room.
“He is assessing my lessons,” I answer.
“Why?” she presses.
“Because, he is. Now, if we can turn to page 235,” I try to continue.
“But it’s weird. He’s just sat watching you. Is he your boyfriend?” she asks, causing the other students to laugh. I look over to Beast who gives me a wink. I pinch the bridge of my nose. This is going to be hell.
“Okay, enough with the questions. This is biology and today’s lesson is about the reproductive system,” I say as I write it on the board.
“Oh Miss! This is basic stuff,” one of the students protests.
“I know, but your tests cover everything you have ever learned, and you must be prepared for that, so let’s start with an easy one. Give me some names of the male and female reproductive system,” I say as I separate the categories. I turn around and notice Zack is laughing and joking with his friends, not paying attention. “Zack, clearly you know all there is to know, so why don’t you teach the rest of the class?” I call out, folding my arms across my chest.
Zack smirks. “Miss, I can show you my reproductive parts any time,” he mocks.
I’m about to answer, but Beast is up from his chair and standing over Zack in a split second, his hand gripping the back of Zack’s neck. “You better watch your mouth, you little maggot dick. You show some damn respect to your teacher, and keep the shrimp in your pants, or I will feed it to the fucking sharks,” he threatens. Zack sniffles and practically shits himself.
“MR. SMITH!” I yell at the top of my lungs. Beast’s head snaps up, his eyes landing on me. “Outside now!” I bark.
Beast lets go of Zack’s neck and holds his hands up in surrender, before following me to the door. “Yeah man, that’s what I thought! You get those paws off me. My dad will make sure you are finished,” Zack threatens.
That’s it. I’m out of a job.
Beast turns and steps close to Zack. He leans down closely and whispers something in his ear. I watch as Zack pales, his eyes going wide.
“Good boy,” Beast says before turning back to follow me outside to the hall. I slam the door closed and turn to face Beast, his eyes full of amusement.
“What is wrong with you?! They are kids. They are 15! You cannot lay your hands on kids! Jesus, this is my job, my career! Do you understand? I have worked hard for this job. I work hard for those kids,” I rant, pacing back and forth.
Beast grabs my hand and pulls me to the wall. He turns his body, pinning me against it. “I didn’t hurt him. There is no mark, and I would never hurt a kid. Never. Although, if that dipshit keeps running his mouth like that, he may be the exception. I’m sorry for causing you this stress, but I’m not sorry for reacting the way I did. I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting you,” he states. “Now, let’s get back in there, and you can teach a lesson about dicks and pussy.” He winks before placing a kiss on my forehead. He then ushers me back into the classroom. I stumble slightly and wonder what the hell just happened.
I shake my head. “Er, um, hands. Where were we?” I ask, confused.
“Reproductive organs, Miss,” one of the students answer.
“Right.” I nod and continue to teach them, thankfully with no more drama. As the bell rings out at the end of the lesson, a few of the girls stop by my desk on their way out.
“Miss,” they say, looking at each other.
“Yes girls, what is it?” I ask.
“Is Mr. Smith your boyfriend? Is that why he tore Zack apart? Because that was totally romantic.” Tiffany sighs.
I smirk. Somehow, I don’t think Beast has ever heard the word romantic before. I look over to Beast who is now stood laughing and joking with some of the boys from the class. He looks over to me and gives me a wink.
“Oh my god. He is like, totally hung up on you, Miss!” Racheal squeaks.
“Okay, enough girls. Come on, get to your next class.” I smile as I usher them towards the door. Beast says goodbye to them and they all giggle while walking out the door. Beast shrugs and walks towards me. I perch on the edge of my desk. “You managed to win them around.” I smile.
He stops just in front of me, his legs placed on either side on mine. “It’s not them I’m trying to win around.” He winks.
I open my mouth to speak, but the classroom door swings open, and my next class starts piling in. Beast smirks and steps back, walking over to his chair in the corner.
Thankfully, we make it through the next 2 classes without a problem. I take Beast down to the canteen. “Grab a tray.” I point.
He smiles. “I haven’t had canteen food since I was at school.” He shakes his head. We get our food and take a seat. “So, you going to tell me who the asshole in tweed is that keeps looking over here like a lovesick puppy?” he asks.
I look over my shoulder to see who Beast is on about. I smile and wave. “That’s Steven, Mr. Weaks.” I shrug.
“You fucking him?” Beast asks bluntly.
I cough. “Shh, you can’t say things like that, and not that it’s any of your business, but no, he is just a friend,” I add.
“Well, your friend is coming over, and I’m telling you he wants your pussy,” he mutters. I glare daggers at him, but Beast just winks and picks up his hot dog, taking a large bite out of it.
“Hi, Miss O’Connor,” Steven greets.
I turn to look up at him, wiping my hands on the napkin. “Hey Steve, how are you? Good?” I ask, feeling awkward because of what Beast just said.
Steven smiles and gives Beast an uncomfortable look. “Good, good, um, I was just wondering if you were free to?—”
“She’s busy,” Beast says, cutting him off.
Steven coughs an uncomfortable laugh. “I’m sorry, who are you?” he asks.
I finish chewing my food. “I’m sorry, Steven. This is Mr. Smith, he’s going to be assisting me for a while.” I smile. Beast leans on his elbows and stares back at Steven, while eating his food. I try to give Beast a chastising look, but he ignores me.
“Right, so as I was saying, if you would be free to maybe go out for a bite and...” Steven begins to ask again.
“Already said she’s busy. You know, for a teacher, you ain’t so bright,” Beast states.
Steven’s face goes red. “Well, I’m asking Miss O’Connor, not you,” he snaps.
Beast smirks. “And I’m speaking for Belle, she’s busy.”
I sigh and place my head in my hands. Steven lets out a laugh. “Listen pal, I don’t know who you think you are, but just back off,” he says snidely.
Beast brushes off his hands and stands. He walks around the table to Steven, stopping just in front of him. “I will give you a little clue to exactly who I am. You see this tattoo on my arm? You think you can read it?” Beast asks, pointing to a tattoo on his forearm. Steven looks down at his arm, his eyes going wide as he reads it. “There you go, genius. Now, why don’t you read it out aloud for all of us to hear?” Beast presses.
“Mr. Smith, enough. You’ve made your point,” I say, trying to step in.
“No, Sparky here thinks he’s the big man, but now the big man needs to know what kind of a giant he’s facing,” Beast growls in warning. “Read.”
“Black Hearts MC, Brother in arms,” Steven says, his voice wavering with fear.
“There you go, good boy. Now, do you know what brother in arms stand for?” he asks Steven in a mock baby voice. “Well, let me tell you, it means I fight alongside my brothers. It means if I don’t like someone, they don’t like someone, and if I want to kill someone, they will be there right alongside me, ready.” Beast smiles while patting Steven on the back like they were talking sports.
“Enough, Steven. I’m sorry. It’s just not a good time right now,” I say. Steven nods sheepishly before scurrying off. I place my hands on my hips and glare at Beast. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I hiss.
Beast smiles. “How long have you got?” he mocks.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Do you have any idea that what you have done today could get me sacked? Not just from this job, but I would never be allowed to work in a school again, because I brought an outlaw biker into a school with me!” I snap, a little too loudly that a few students look our way.
Beast at least has the audacity to look a little apologetic for his behaviour. He takes my hands in his and gently strokes his thumb back and forth across my hand. “I’m sorry. I was just looking out for you,” he apologises. “Plus, dorky dick face was being a dick. I had to put him in his place. I promise, nothing but a star student from me,” he adds while crossing his heart.
I smile and shake my head. “Fine, but if you step out of line again, you can go wait in the truck.”
It’s my final class of the day, and so far, Beast has done what he promised and sat quietly in the corner. I keep looking at the clock, wating for the bell to ring and the day to be over. I can’t have him come to work with me every day. I will end up losing my job. The room is silent as the class take their weekly recap test, something I do at the start of each week to make sure they are understanding the work we are doing. It shows me where they are at, and I can make sure I can teach them all at a level that no one will get left behind.
As the clock ticks around, I call time on the test. “Okay, pencils down everyone, and pass your papers to the front of the class for collecting,” I instruct.
I take their papers and place them on my desk. “Okay, what episode were we on?” I ask, going to my laptop and connecting it to the screen.
“Episode 9!” one of the students yell.
“Okay, you guys sit and enjoy while I mark your papers.” I smile at them before I click play on the laptop.
Breaking Bad starts playing and Beast approaches as I am marking. “You’re letting them watch Breaking Bad?” he asks.
“Uh huh, they are old enough,” I comment, not looking up at him.
“It’s about making and selling drugs,” he points out.
“I know, but it is also technically science,” I add.
“The parents can’t be happy about this.” He sighs.
“They don’t know. Each student has vowed to keep it within our group. They do the short test each Monday, followed by half an episode of Breaking Bad. It’s a reward for them doing the test,” I answer, still working through the papers.
“Man, I wish I had you as my teacher when I was growing up. Not only would you be my wank bank material, but damn, I would have loved to sit and watch TV in lessons,” Beast states.
I look up at him and raise my brow. “Wank bank material?” I question on a whisper.
He smiles. “Yeah darlin’, as a teen, I did a lot of wanking, as do most of the fuckers in this room.”
I look at the class who are thankfully busy watching Breaking Bad. “Shh. You can’t call them that, and also, eww. I do not need a mental image of those boys jerking themselves off.” I shudder.
Beast smiles. “Then maybe think of me instead,” he says before walking back to his seat on the other side of the room. Now all I can think about is Beast jacking one off. The thought has me feeling aroused yet mortified.