VIII : Grey
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You said, "stop playing it safe
Girl, I wanna see you lose control"
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Your pov :
He admitted it. He admitted what he wants. I knew it all along, it was hard to believe it's true. He wants me in a romantic way, I actually don't how to explain that, he doesn't look like a romantic kind of person.
And I signed the damn thing.
Stupid (Y/n). Stupid girl. Now he's got control over you. I told myself to do this for mum and Jason, I don't know what's going to happen from now, I just hope it's not a dead end.
I have to work at Caulfield's today, and tomorrow at Parker tower. I'm glad Harrison understands me about my a second job, yet he warned me to be careful around Mr.Parker.
There's the bell. I generally put things in the bag, but Mr.Martell, the same old history teacher that girl students are having a crush on visiting me.
"(Y/n), I believe you owe me a talk."
"...oh? From yesterday?" Why would he keep messing with me?
"Yes, c'mere, Let's go to my office." He said, wrapping his arms around my shoulder, i felt very uncomfortable.
"I have a part-time job to do..." I nervously told him.
"It can wait."
"It cannot."
He didn't even listen and dragged me to his office eventually. I sat on the chair I am familiar with, looking at Mr.Martell, wondering what he will be talking to waste my time again.
"Okay. Listen."
Different. He was different this time.
"Your score in my class, it's not good."
What? No way.
"I did my test well."
"Not good enough, plus you absent a lot. See, you got to at least have 60 scores out of 100, you only have 50, which are all from only tests."
"What about homework or mini quiz? And every time I absent you always brought me here saying no worry about my score."
"The score is what a teacher decided and deal with, not students."
His voice gone cold, I panicked easily.
"What I'm telling you is that you're overall score is not good, and we can work it out." He said.
"..."
"If you do me a favor, I will add you more score." He said very carefully, it was like he said that lines a hundred times before.
Realization moment hit me hard enough to froze me. So the rumors about James Martell are true, I am facing it right now.
"What kind of favor...sir?"
"It's up to your willingness, more clothes off, more score."
As if my life doesn't suck enough.
"..." I was speechless, unable to move, I got scared. He seriously just offered me a score if I have s*x with him. "What do you mean." I played dumb.
"Oh, c'mon. I've been dragging you here, you think I only want to lecture you?"
He stood up, walked closer to me.
"How many students that you abused them?"
"Abuse? I offered them an opportunity to get more grades, in exchange for something so easy. Some even beg me to do for them, they wouldn't even want a score." He bent down and whispered to me. "And I want you."
"You wish."
"Then you cannot pass history this year. If you fail, you cannot have your scholarship."
"I can tell others."
"Who would believe you?"
Peter Parker.
"You're sick. Mr.Martell."
"Consider it." He said, went back to his chair. Looking at me with a smirk. "You can go, now."
I stood up immediately and walked out, I exhaled hard, can't believe that just happened, what should I do? Why is my life so depressing, what did I do wrong?
I got tears welling up. So, I look up to hold it from falling down. What a weak, I cry so easily, more usual than a smile.
I grabbed my phone, did something I couldn't believe I would do, I called Harrison and said.
"Harrison? Can I take one more day off?"
[...Sure? Is something wrong?]
"I just...have to see Mr.Parker today."
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Parker pov :
Tony Stark walked into my tower, slowly taking off his sunglasses, looking at me who was facing with him very intense.
Then smiled.
"Welcome back." I said and smiled back, pulled him into a hug.
"Yeah. Thanks for went there and save me and Pepper though." He said.
"Where is she?" I asked.
"Home already, she's having a jet lack."
We walked in the elevator, I pushed the 69th floor button.
"Anyway, how come Hydra were using your weapons?" Tony asked, taking off his sunglasses.
"A rat. Must be someone inside." I said, realizing I should've thought about this more, instead all I think about how to get (Y/n).
"Oh. Nora told me about (Y/n) (L/n)." Tony said out of the blue as if he could read my mind.
"What? Why would she do that?"
"I was just asking why you weren't at your tower lately."
"It's nothing."
"So you're into her, right?"
"You could say so." I shrugged, damn, this elevator is so damn slow.
"Sexually?"
"Oh, c'mon. Why is everyone think I just want to sleep with her. Do I look like a pervert?"
"Well, I did some digging. She's quite a pretty girl. I wouldn't judge if you want her that way, just be careful about the law. She's underage."
"Oh. Yeah. You were a pro, weren't you." I chuckled.
"I was skillful."
"I'll tell Pepper about May."
"It's been 6 years." He groaned.
The elevator door widened open, and surprisingly, (Y/n) was sitting on that chair, she was waiting for me.
"Miss (L/n)?"
"Mister Parker." She said softly, she looked concerned, something happened.
"Oh, the famous (Y/n)." Tony said, shook hands with her, she stunted a little when she realized it's him.
Tony grabbed her hand, his eyebrows twisted. "Familiar, have we met?"
"I don't think so, sir." She smiled politely. Then look at me. "Can I talk to you, please?"
"Yes. Of course." I said. "Tony, maybe we could catch up later?"
"Go ahead, kids." He smiled, he's enjoying seeing me with girls so much. One of his dreams was to see me with a proper girl, he looked more impressed than seeing me with Angela back then, it's been a while.
He moved closer to me, whispered. "She looks soft, be gentle."
"Yeah, yeah."
I walked to her, wrapping her shoulder, walking her to my office.
"Nora, don't disturb," I told her before going in, Nora teased with a smile. Damn all my clients thinking I'm dying to bang the girl. I gave her the you-will-lose-your-job glared and she stopped.
I closed the door right after, (Y/n) let herself on the chair, opposite of my desk.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, sir. I don't know how to deal with this problem."
I believe she has more than one problem.
"It's alright. Tell me how can I help?"
"My..." She sighed, she looked so tired, I don't enjoy watching her suffer. "My history teacher lied about my scores, he said I cannot pass if I won't have s*x with him."
Oh, you f*****g son of a b***h.
"When?" My voice went so cold and she noticed.
"Today. But he's been messing around with me for the whole semester. What should I do?"
"Don't be a worry." I told her, even though I'm worried as hell. "The school is mine, you will have your scholarship."
"He scared me."
"You'll be alright now that you're with me, now come here." I stood up, so she did as well. She hesitantly walking towards me, there are the clothes I bought for her yesterday, it looks good on you. It would look better if I take it off right now.
She looked down, like she cannot handle when our eyes meet. I put my fingers under her chin, forcing her to stare at my face.
"Avoid him as much as possible."
"I will."
"We need evidence. I'll find one as soon as possible okay?"
"Okay." She nodded, she seemed more relaxed around me, the fear in her eyes was replaced with entreaties.
Is it too soon to kiss her?
Yes, but who the f**k cares.
I bent my face closer, she tried to move back but my hand was behind her waist, keeping her near, I drew my nose along her jawlines, she smelled like roses.
Her delicate hands grabbed hard on my grey suit, she tried not to fall down because I suck out all her strength and souls like a grim reaper.
A little resistance in her drove me crazy, god, I want her. I want all of her rights now and right here, we all know it cannot happens, so at least let me taste those lips.
Then the f*****g door opened.
"..." I breathed out slowly, as the old, white-haired janitor walked in.
(Stan Lee)
"Oh! Mr.Parker. The floor is not clean." He said.
"Oh my god! Come here, Jaime." Nora yelled, ran to us. "I'm so sorry, Mr.Parker. He's old."
I nodded. Nora took him out and close the door right after.
(Y/n) signed in relief that our lips didn't touch. "I better go." She said.
I smirked, pushed her down the couch, straddled over her.
"Think that could stop me, love?"
I kissed her any f*****g way.
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