4: Pushing it Way too Far
2225 Words
Shai-Lym POV
It has been almost two weeks since Ryan and Irene left the base, along with few other agents. They did not give us any details on what was going on, but I assume they got called for a situation. Most instructors didn't leave - I mean , not one left other than Ryan and Irene ... well, technically Irene is not an instructor.
But since they needed to have someone watch over us and no official instructor wanted to deal with us and the trouble we cause - which happen to be basically once in every two days - Ryan had to get someone else.
And that's James Emerson.
He's 20 , and is a really good friend of Ryan , even though he is a little younger than him. I don't know if James and Irene like each other , but everytime I see them together , I can't help but think that they should be together. I totally ship them.
Sometimes I think I don't have Ryan as my instructor. Like now! Why can't I have someone like James? He's so much less strict and even lets go of some of our attitude!
FREEDOM!
Well, in HIS defence, he does teach everything he needs to teach, so ... he IS doing his job right.
I walk into the classroom where James is waiting for Kyle and I. He's the only one in the room - Kyle is nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, James!" I shout as the door shut closes behind me.
He shoots me a cold glare. His lips are pressed in a thin line. "You were supposed to be here thirty seven minutes ago."
"I know, I know. I overslept. I'm sorry," I say, looking at him with my puppy eyes.
He sighs. "Where's Kyle?" he asks with annoyance in his voice.
"I don't know ... but don't worry, I am sure he is fine," I reply, dismissing his question.
As if on the que, the door snaps open, and a very messy - looking Kyle rushes into the room. "Hey guys! Sorry I'm lae."
I giggle.
"What? What did I miss?" he asks, confused. He takes his seat next to me.
"Oh, James was asking me where the hell were you, and I was like, I'm sure he's fine, and then you kinda walked in here."
"Great timing, huh?" he comments with a smirk tugged at the edge of his lips.
James clears his throat, and we are quick to stop talking. "Your assignments that was due... last week?"
James Emerson, you don't know me yet.
"Oops. It slipped out of my mind last night," I say to him, smiling. Kyle joins in, too. "I'll do it for tomorrow, deal?"
"That's what you've been saying for a week now," he points out sternly, his eyes turning cold. "Don't push me anymore. My patience is already running low."
"Okay, okay," I pout. "I won't forget it this time. I'll have it done by tomorrow, I promise!"
"Yeah, James, come on. Let it pass for the last time. I swear it's my last time promising. I'll have it done," Kyle jumps in too.
After a long time of studying us with those judgy eyes, he lets out a sigh. "Fine," he says. "But you better have it by tomorrow, or else..." he trails off.
Oh I'd freak out and beg for mercy if that 'or else' is coming from Ryan, but it's James Emerson. He's not an instructor, which means he has no authority to punish us, let alone give a s******g.
"Okay, okay. I get it," I say quickly.
"No, seriously, Cypress. This is my last warning for both of you. I expect you to be here in time tomorrow, with All your assignments completed. Got it?" he says, his tone low and serious.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Trust us for once, will ya?"
He just scowls.
------- next morning -------
Shit s**t s**t!
I'm f*****g late again. I grab my backpack and the ID card from my desk and run out of the room. I keep running, but then I remember Ryan's not here.
Oh, yeah, right.
I slow down, and take my time getting to the classroom. No Ryan? No punishment. So why should I care about anything? It's freedom given to me, and I intend to enjoy it.
"Hey, Shai!" a voice calls out from behind. I turn around, smiling because I know who that it.
"Morning, Ky!"
He runs up to me, and throws his arm around my shoulders. "So? Did you do your stuff?"
I grin. I know this doesn't sound like me, but ... "Yeah, I did. You?"
He raises an eyebrow. "You? You got your work done? YOU?"
"I know! Even I'm surprised at myself!" I laugh.
"What about you?"
"Meh. Who gives a s**t? Ryan's not here."
"True. But I kinda felt sorry for James."
We made our way to classroom, chatting and laughing. As usual, James is waiting for us in the room alone.
"Morning," we say as we enter the room. He simply nods and doesn't verbally respond back- that's unusual.
"Rude," I sass. His eyes shoot me a dangerous warning.
"Rude? You wanna talk to me about being rude? You are late AGAIN!" he barks, tapping his watch furiously.
Kyle smiles sheepishly. "But we're earlier than yesterday..."
"That doesn't mean anything. Take your seat now," he orders.
Shoot. He is kinda pissed. I better stay low today... good thing I finished my work!
He takes in a deep breath. "Your works?"
I quickly reach into my bag and take out the report. "Here. All done," I say, handing the papers to him. He nods, takes the papers and looks at Kyle, expecting him to do the same. Kyle pretends to search his bag.
I sneer at his antics. I know that little skit he does.
He looks genuinely surprised to find nothing in his bag other than his laptop. I swear, if he wasn't an agency- born, he could have been a child actor. He holds his hands in air, pats down his shirt and pants pockets. He even puts on a show of flipping out his pants pockets.
"Nope!" he concludes with a smirk on his face. "I think my papers went on a little vacation."
James's face turns dark... and his eyes are as cold as ever.
"Oh, c'mon James. It was funny!" Kyle whines a little, still smirking. He seems to have some other stuff to do, but...
"DAMMIT! Who do you think I am?" James slams the desk with his fist, making me jump a little in my seat. Kyle's smirk is wiped off his face almost instantly.
James rises to his feet. "Daley! Who the f**k do you think I am, huh?"
My heart clenches at the steel in his voice. Oh s**t, I think we stepped over the line... again. This can't end well..
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" he barks. Kyle drops his gaze on the desk, and mumbles a sorry. James glares at us for a long, long time. "f**k!" he shouts and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind him. We both flinch as the loud SLAM hangs in th air.
I blink a few times, trying to process what happened. Kyle looks as confused as I am. We look at each other, not knowing what to think about the situation.
"W-What just happened?" I ask.
He shakes his head frantically. "He's pissed - that's what."
We stay silent, trembling like little puppies until James come back about ten minutes later. Thank god, he looks calmer now. He looks at us for a long time without saying anything. We don't dare move an inch, let alone meet his gaze.
"I know that I'm not an instructor, and that you two desparately want a break from Ryan's strictness... that's why I've tolerated a lot of things until now. But it looks like you just don't seem to know the line, doesn't it?" he says in a low voice.
I gulp, nodding. This can't end well for neither of us.
"I'm sorry I lost my temper a bit before... but being irresponsible and giving me attitude like that is NOT acceptable."
"Sorry, sir," Kyle and I say.
"Trust me, you will be sorry," he says, setting a chair a bit away from the desk and sitting on it.
What?
"I know I'm not an instructor and thus don't have any right to use an implement on you. But I'll improvise. Come here," he orders.
"What? Where?" I blurt out.
"Not a very good moment to give me an attitude like that," he says sternly. "Over my knees. Hurry up, we don't have all day."
"B-but-"
"Over my knees. NOW."
I'm fifteen, not f*****g five! He can't be serious about s******g me over his knees, right? That's gonna be so f*****g embarrassing!
But at the same time, I know he isn't bluffing. Not wanting to make this worse for myself, I slowly walk over to him, and he helps me bend over his knees.
"I know what you two were thinking: oh, he can't s***k us, we can do whatever the heck we want! I'll prove you wrong." he says and starts raining down hefty smacks all over my bum. OWW he swings really hard! "SMACK SMACK SMACK After so many warnings SMACK SMACK I gave you, you still choose to be late SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK and give me that attitude SMACK SMACK Your instructor might not SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK be here, but that doesn't give you any right SMACK SMACK to do anything you want SMACK SMACK. I've been pretty lenient with you because I know how strict Ryan can be SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK but I guess there is a reason SMACK SMACK why he's so hard on you SMACK SMACK."
"Owww it hurts." Damn, this man can hit!
"SMACK SMACK SMACK Good it should hurt. SMACK SMACK I warned you multiple times SMACK SMACK SMACK."
He's attacking my sit spots and I can't hold still to save my life. This stings so f*****g much! "I know, I know. Owww, it hurts oww"
He stops the s******g, and for a moment, I think we are over. But no! He pulls down my pants. My cheeks blush as I feel Kyle's eyes on me. Ugh, I have TWO men staring at my ass?
"What makes you think SMACK you can act like that with me? SMACK SMACK SMACK I'm pretty sure SMACK this isn't how you act with Ryan. SMACK SMACK SMACK You don't just ignore my warnings like that. SMACK I gave you a chance after chance SMACK SMACK SMACK but I really shouldn't have done that. You don't get your work done SMACK SMACK SMACK you arrive late every single day SMACK SMACK you give me an attitude and SMACK SMACK cuss and SMACK SMACK fool around. SMACK What were you thinking? SMACK"
"Owww I don't know... I thought now that Ryan isn't here... owww" Ugh I didn't know a person's hand can hurt this much.
"And SMACK since I'm the one who's in charge SMACK so you might as well get some freedom before he comes back? SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK" he interrupts me.
"Yes... I mean, no... owww Yes, yes! owww James... stop!"
"I get it. I get that you wanna have some little fun SMACK SMACK but this is way out of line SMACK I try to be nice to you, and what do you do? SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK take advantage of me. That's what you did. Take advantage of me."
My butts were definitely on FIRE! "Owww I'm sorry. I really am... owww please no more, James..."
"Are you sure? SMACK Will you behave from now on? SMACK SMACK"
"Yes, yes! I say, squirming like crazy on his lap. "I promise, I'll behave!"
"You better," he says, and lands five more swats on my upper thighs. "Or I don't care what Ryan will say about it, I WILL take the ruler on you, got it?"
"Oww yes, sir!"
James finally lets me up, and allows me to pull up my pants. I hiss as the rough fabric brushes my sore behind.
Ugh, I should've known when to stop this 'freedom' thing.
James doesn't pull me into a hug like Ryan does, but only rubs my back in a circle. "Okay, calm down. It's over," he says quietly. When my breath clams down enough, he points at the desk, and says, "You have a lot of make up work to do. Get started on them."
I frown at the thought of sitting on that hard chair, but what can I do other then to obey him.
Kyle's hand slips under the desk and brushes my hand. I smile warmly at him, knowing that he has the same s******g coming in his way too... maybe a harder one.
James takes his seat on that chair again.
"Alright, Daley. I think it's time for us to talk," he says, putting his stern face back on again.
He gives me a help-me-out-here look, but I respond back with...
No-can-do.
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So how do you think of this new character James Emerson?
Do you think Ryan will find out about this little 'incident'?!
- Writer
