James' P.O.V

Class ended slower than usual, at least it felt like that. I walk past Thomas and don't say a word not until he pulled me aside. Everyone left the classroom, and we were alone, "So...how've you been?"

"Mr. Jefferson, what do you mean?" I play dumb.

"C'mon James you couldn't have forgotten about me already."

"Have we met before?"

"Yes, remember?"

"What do you want Thomas?"

"To know how you're doing."

"I'm doing fine."

"That's great, I wanna make sure you're okay. I just wanna apologize for what happened that one night."

"I trusted you."

"But it wasn't my fault it was both of us, we were both sober and clouded by lust. You could've said no but you said, Yes~"he moaned out the 'yes' just to mock me.

"Whatever just leave me alone, and teach me something in this class." I said, coldly, then walked out of that room to my next period.