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Chapter 13
It had surprisingly gone smoothly so far. They had sworn not to tell anybody, yet when they saw her again in English, they burst out laughing.
'This is so weird.' Ten commented, settling down in his seat.
'I know.'
'It's like 'I've seen you in you're pyjamas and now you're teaching me English'.' Nine added.
'Yeah, except it was a little different for me.' Eleven smiled knowingly.
'Oooh, I bet it was. What did you do, have sex on the desk?'
What Ten had said was so accurate he spluttered, developing into laughing.
'Oh my fucking god, you have, haven't you?' He asked incredulously, 'you've actually had sex on that desk.'
Eleven couldn't help the laughter that escaped him.
'I wouldn't touch it if I were you.'
'Aw man, that's fucking gross.' He laughed along with him, until Clara spotted them.
'Eleven, Ten, pay attention.'
'Yes, Miss Oswald.' He grinned brightly at her, and a glimmer of the same smile flickered on her face until she turned to talk to a student.
••••
Life was very sweet at the moment. No one had found out about Clara staying up in their room yet, and Ten, Nine and Twelve had taken the new arrangement well. From what they had told him, they all really liked her. She was cool, a good person to talk to, and swore just as much as they did, which to them was 'awesome.' They were fast approaching firm friends, and Twelve had even gone as far as to invite her to his next party, to which she had to decline for obvious reasons.
'Told ya you'd get someone by the end of term.' He had winked, and Eleven had shook his head, smiling. Things were brightening up, and with Christmas not too far away, his spirits had lifted tremendously. In fact, it was dangerously close to the dance.
'So, what are you gonna do for that?' Nine asked him.
'I honestly don't know. It's not like I can just say to everyone 'yeah, I'm going with Miss Oswald' can I?'
'No. We do want you there, though.'
'Oh, well, me and Clara were just going to have a night in.'
'Aw, come on, come with us. Clara will still be there, you just won't be able to get friendly with her. It wouldn't hurt to have a good time with the lads, would it?' He raised his eyebrow.
Eleven laughed. 'No, it wouldn't.'
'We'll get drunk and have a good time, come on, it'll be great.'
'Yeah, okay. I'll talk to Clara about it.'
'Cool.'
He held up his fist in respect, which he bumped gladly. Later that night he told her about it.
'Will you be going?'
'I wasn't initially. But if you're there, I will. I just wish I could actually spend the evening with you.'
'I know.'
She moved in closer, kissing him twice as she muttered to him, and Twelve walked past, shouting 'gross' at them. They both laughed, still hugging each other.
'You know, I forgot to tell you. When we were at you're house, I wrote a little note.'
'What?'
'Left it on the bed for Danny.'
'Oh god, what did it say?'
'C and E were here.' He laughed. She gasped, hitting him playfully.
'You cheeky bugger.'
He continued laughing, and the creases by her eyes also lifted up into laughter.
'Come on, I'm tired.' She said, taking his hands and leading him toward their bed. Eleven had to admit, she looked irresistibly adorable in those pyjamas. She had shorts on and a low hanging top that gave him perfect view of her breasts. Following along, he slipped in beside her. He wrapped her up in his arms, calling out to Twelve to turn the lights off.
'Wait there, mate, still shaving!'
He sighed mockingly, sinking down on his pillow to stare at Clara. Every night sleeping with her in his bed was one of the things he looked forward to. It felt absolutely amazing, and now he could do it without question each night. Finally the lights went out, and her eyes sparkled in the darkened room. Everyone else was asleep, yet they were still awake, stroking and admiring each other.
'Night.' He said, leaning down to kiss her. He couldn't believe how domestic it felt, to kiss her just before they went to bed, like they were married. He chuckled at the thought, and she stirred at the low rumbling coming from his stomach.
'What's so funny?' She whispered.
'You. Just you, with you're domestic kisses and beautiful body.'
He could tell she was smiling.
'Oh, really?' She replied, and he felt her hand snake to the inside of his thigh, squeezing it gently and pressing into him.
'Really. Very really. Clara-'
'Sshh.' She silenced him, as she grinded against his cock and his hands held her shoulders.
He pressed kisses over her shoulder to her neck, to her breasts as he felt his member enlarge against her arse.
'Mmm..Clara.' He whispered again wantingly.
'It's been a while.' He nibbled her ear and grazed his hands over her curves.
She snorted, 'it's been a week.'
'Exactly, a long time.'
She chuckled, and withdrew from his grasp. Instead, she rolled on top of him and removed his t-shirt.
'Do you want to see more of my body?' She asked, raising her eyebrows.
He nodded, entranced. Sliding off her top and then her bra, she lowered herself down on him, pressing a finger to his lips and then kissed him, all the while teasing him as she continued to grind mercilessly against him. Every time he tried to pull down her shorts she slapped his hands away. His tongue swirled inside her mouth, the only part he had control of.
'Clara, please.' He whimpered frustratedly.
'Shh.' She said yet again, as she pulled down his own trousers, and released his hard cock from his pants. Wrapping her hand around it, she swirled her tongue over the skin, tickling him lightly before slowly taking him in her mouth, making him gasp sharply. The sounds he made sent a craving desire through her, and an urge to feel him inside her. Resting atop him, she slowly sunk down on his erection, making him moan louder, which again she had to silence. Their lips clashed together violently and his hands threaded deliciously through her hair until she felt dizzy. Their bodies aligned perfectly, hips thrusting to meet each other and the climax all too perfect as she collapsed in his arms and he kissed her head.
'You are incredible.' He told her, the sincerity in his voice so genuine it made her heart burst.
Turning to face him she planted one last kiss on his lips before she fell asleep, her head on his chest and her arms round his neck. With a lingering smile that never faltered, her eyes fluttered closed and she drifted off in his arms.
••••
'Morning.' She said, stretching slightly as he looked down at her, the floppy hair she so adored dangling into his eyes. Her hands glided over his naked chest and she realised she was just as exposed as him.
'Morning, beautiful.' Placing a kiss to her cheek, she began to slip into her pyjamas before anyone else woke up. She also made Eleven put his trackies back on too, but insisted she leave his chest bare.
Drawing circles, she finally told him everything he had wanted to know.
'So, let me get this right: you're favourite chocolate bar is a kitkat, you love butterscotch ice cream, favourite movie is Aliens and Shrek, and you have a fear of you're own toes.'
'Pretty much.'
'Oh, and you have a thing for Jane Austen. Am I right in assuming-'
'Maybe.' She cut him off, looking up at him with her large, fluttering brown eyes.
'Gotta say, that's so goddamn sexy.' She giggled as he pressed butterfly kisses to her skin all the way from her elbow to her shoulder.
'Tell me about you.'
'Oh, I'm boring.'
'No, you're the most adorable, beautiful, interesting person I've ever met, so keep taking.' She ordered him between kisses. He smiled his lopsided grin that set her heart on edge.
'I've always dreamed of flying up to the stars, and I always manage to eat the last sausage roll and every time I put on socks I remember how much I used to love playing with sock puppets as a child. As you can see, I was a sad kid, playing with bloody socks on my hands like they were masterpieces.'
'No, I think it's cute. I used to always pretend to be a movie star, act out scenes from films. And actually I've always shared that dream of flying to the stars or other planets.'
'Maybe we should go there some day.'
'I don't need to go anywhere to see the stars.' She said, turning to look straight into his eyes. He stared back at her, and for a moment they stayed that way.
'I used to sing a lot, too. In the shower, mostly. Never was any good, though.' She confessed. He pulled her tighter and toward him, a smirk on his face.
'Could I join in?'
She raised her eyebrows, replying with a voice like silk as her fingers danced along his skin.
'With what, the shower or the singing?'
'How about both?'
He grinned, leaning down to meet her lips and massaging her shoulder as he did so. She giggled against his mouth and a shout came from behind them.
'Cut it out!' Nine called, rolling to the other side of his bed to avoid eye contact.
'Yeah, we can't even get girls up here because Clara is, so respect our space and our sanity.' Twelve joked, walking past them to the bathroom.
'Glad they don't know what happened last night, then.' He whispered to her, and her eyes lit up devilishly.
'No, I imagine we would have been kicked out by now.' She agreed.
•••••
He hadn't been let in on any kind of plan, but he knew something was up. Ten, Nine and Twelve were all discussing something he couldn't hear. It was his worst subject and teacher next, and by no surprise he was still feeling shaken up from the last lesson they had had, with Danny outright picking on him and making his whole experience miserable. Of course, he hadn't told Clara about it and everything was absolutely perfect, except for this one little thing. He had come to dread every time he stepped through the doorway yet valued himself just a little bit stronger every time he exited.
As they made way to their next lesson, he could hear distinctly his friends' laughter and became highly suspicious of what was going on. It seemed he only had to wait a few minutes to find out.
As he sat down in maths and the class begun, his usual bubble of hatred rose up into his throat like it always did when he saw Danny. The fact he still had to be in the same room as him was sickening, and that was probably something his friends had caught on. Plus, he had lived up to his word already; he had been making Eleven's life hell.
'Today, we're doing advanced percentages.'
And all from there, it started.
'Sir, what is the percent of people abused in the country?' Ten asked innocently, and for a moment the teacher stumbled in his answer. Ten smiled at how taken aback he was.
'I-I don't know.'
'But you should, shouldn't you? You teach statistics, after all.'
'Sir, what is the percentage of people who get forced to do things they don't want to?' Nine asked, 'it's for an essay we had set by Miss Oswald. I thought you would know the figures, being a maths teacher.'
At the mention of her name he literally stumbled back, looking from one student to the other and the veins throbbing in his head nervously. Eleven was amazed at what they were doing. Next was Twelve, and as he was famous for his angry persona and raging alter ego, no one was better to do it than him.
He stood up from his chair, fixing his shades, and strode all the way up to Danny, who despite his stature, looked actually quite frightened. Twelve stopped only an inch set between them and then burst into an outrage of shouts.
'SIR, DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD LEAVE OTHERS BECAUSE OF HOW THEY HAVE BEEN TREATED? DO YOU KNOW THE PERCENTAGE OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN SCARED SO MUCH THEY HAVE COMMITTED SUICIDE? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG YOU GET IN PRISON FOR ABUSING SOMEONE?'
Danny couldn't make a sound. As only Nine, Ten, Eleven and Twelve knew the context of what they were talking about the rest of the class looked plenty confused, but watched on in fascination as Twelve's angry eyebrows flared.
Twelve eyed him, and he stood up to stand exactly where he was, right in front of Danny.
'You will stay away from me,' he threatened, his voice dripping with danger, 'and Clara.'
'And you ain't gonna make Eleven's life hell either.' Nine called.
'Listen to me, and you listen good. You will stop making my friends life miserable and keep away from Clara otherwise you really will find out how long you stay in prison for. Get it?' Twelve said, 'you monstrous fucking dickhead.'
The whole class erupted with incredulous laughter as he said that, and together Eleven, Twelve, Nine and Ten walked out the room. This time, Eleven felt as strong as everyone else, and triumphant at finally getting to say what he wanted to say.
'Aw, that was brilliant. Thanks guys, really.'
'Its fine. We'll all probably get kicked out anyway, so it was worth it.'
'Yeah. Let's go down to the woods, spend the hour there.' Nine suggested.
'That was pretty awesome. When you shouted and swore at him! That was the best.' Eleven praised Twelve.
'You think? I put a lot of practice into that.'
'Yeah. He was raving at the bathroom mirror for a week.' Ten laughed, and together they strode off to the grounds of the building. Hopefully, it had all been set behind them.
••••
'You did WHAT?' Clara faced him, her eyes widening and her stare making him feel slightly uncomfortable.
'We had to. It was pretty good, actually-'
'You can't go around shouting at teachers, even if they have done bad things! You could have got kicked out! All of you, do you realise how much risk you put you're education in favour of proving a teacher wrong on that scale? Everyone's talking about it.' She addressed the whole room.
'We needed to do this. We had to.' Nine said in defence.
'You don't have to focus on me, concentrate on your future and your learning.'
'It wasn't just for you, it was for Eleven too.' Twelve explained.
'What?' She turned to him, his eyes not meeting hers.
'When he said he'd make his life hell...he kinda did.'
Eleven said nothing. Clara closed her eyes in shock.
'I'm gonna kill him,' she whispered, 'I'm gonna fucking kill him. What did he do to you?'
'He just sort of took everything out on me. That's all. He won't do it again, I promise.'
Her breathing became heavy, and she slowly wrapped her arms round his.
'Okay. But from now on, you focus on this, and only this, being at university. All of you.' She gave a sweeping glance at all their faces like she usually did with her class.
'Alright?'
'Alright.' They said in unison.
'Good.'
Sometimes she had to turn the teacher side of her on in these kind of moments, when they did stupid things and almost threw away everything they already had. Of course, she let boys be boys and didn't interfere with what they did, however much she approved of it or not, but when it came to their education she was firm that they got the best out of it. It was the only flaw practically living with a teacher. But she had grown an immense fondness to these boys, much like a sisterly love, and Eleven was happy she was so invested in them. They were good lads at heart and just like any typical twenty year old in the country looking for a good time, and she very much appreciated that. As she watched Nine eating a banana, Ten playing a game on his phone and Twelve striking a chord on his guitar, she realised just how much she was secretly glad thy cared so much for her and Eleven.
