Page 139 of Teacher's Pet

“You deranged fucking lunatic-”

“No.” Noah’s grip tightens, his knuckles white around the knife. “I did what you wanted.” His voice is sharp as steel, dark as a fucking grave. “Now get the fuck out of my classroom before I make you carry your spleen in your hands as you go.”

Then, just as suddenly, he lets go.

Walker stumbles forward, his eyes wild, his entire body trembling.

“I-I’ll tell your brother-”

“Go ahead,” Noah barks, his voice booming, commanding, unhinged. “Do it. And then get the fuck out.”

Walker doesn’t hesitate.

He scurries away, shoving past me, barely holding himself together as I reach for him.

“Walker-”

He spins, face twisted with fear and disgust.

“He’s a fucking psycho, Ana,” Walker snaps, voice shaking. “You should be thanking me for getting him out of your life for two months.”

Then he’s gone.

The door slams shut behind him, leaving behind nothing but silence.

I don’t move.

I don’t breathe.

Did he...

Did he just say he got Noah out of my life?

My pulse pounds in my ears.

My eyes snap to Noah, still standing at his desk, rage radiating off of him in waves.

"Fucking brat," he mutters, gripping the handle of his knife.

Then, with zero hesitation, he jabs the tip of the blade into the wooden desk.

The sound makes me flinch.

I snap out of my daze, my blood still ice cold.

“What the fuck did he mean?” I hiss, my voice shaking with the need for clarity.

Noah doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he leans back slightly, eyes dark, dangerous as he laughs.

A low, bitter laugh that sends shivers down my spine.

“Oh, so now you speak?”

His words are dripping with something.

Mockery. Amusement. Pain.

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