17

Ian’s POV

I stared at Sophia Anderson’s tests scripts longer than I intended. It had been two good weeks after the last test and she has continued failing them. It was almost like she was failing on purpose but why would anyone with brains be failing on purpose when they knew that it would accept their grades badly and it could lead to them being withdrawn from the school? Sophia seemed smarter than that. She couldn’t possibly be failing on purpose. What gain did she have from that?

I ran my hands through my hair in annoyance. I didn’t like the prospect of her failing her tests too much, like the way she was doing now.

A sound emitted from my laptop and my gaze shifted to it. There was an incoming video call from Mike. I answered the call and went back to marking the scripts of the other students. I had set Sophia’s own aside.

“No rude greeting or sarcasm? That’s new,” Mike said in an amused tone.

“So you want me to be rude or sarcastic to you?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Not exactly. But that’s just your behavior so forgive me for being surprised that you didn’t do those today,” he answered with a shrug.

“Hmm,” I answered drily. “As you can see, I’m busy.”

“Busy?” He repeated in an high-pitched tone like he couldn’t believe that.

“Yes, I’m busy,” I answered flatly.

“Surely, it can’t be your work that put you in such a terrible mood like this?” He asked. “What’s wrong?” I could hear a tinge of concern in his voice even though he was acting casual. I signed. He didn’t deserve me being a jerk and an asshole to him just because I was pissed off about a student I had fucked.

I set aside the test scripts and faded him. “A few weeks ago, just the week before college officially resumed-“

“Isn’t that the time you came to visit me?” He interrupted. I sighed patiently and nodded my head.

“Yes, that was the time I had come to visit you. And you were so busy with work one night that you couldn’t come home. Ok a Friday night. And I went to a club,” I explained.

“And what happened at the club?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “Did you kill someone? Did the vampire hunters find you and are they after you now?”

“No, no and no. I didn’t kill anyone, vampire hunters didn’t find me and they are not after me,” I assured him. “Just let me explain.”

I took him a deep breath and continued. “There was one pretty girl. A beautiful red haired girl. She’s young but if she was at the club, then that mean she was legal, right?”

“No. She could he under 21. Under 18 even. There are fake IDs, you know,” he said with a shake of his head.

“She can’t be under 18. Under 21, yes, but not under 18,” I answered.

“And how sure are you?” He asked.

“Just listen. She walked up to me even though she was nervous and we talked. Long story cut short, we fucked. She was a virgin and she didn’t even tell me about it. I marked her. As mine—”

“You what?” Mike shirked. “You marked her?!” His whole face was so close to the screen now that it seemed like he would pop out.

“I marked her,” I repeated.

“You marked a human! You have put a target on her back, if you don’t know!” He snapped.

“Put a target? What are you talking about?” I asked, alarmed. I didn’t want her hurt just because I did something I shouldn’t have done.

“Yes. You put a target on her. Vampire hunters, witches, werewolves and vampires too…they could attack her. Kill her! Or use her to harm you in anyway they can. Do you know where she is now?” He asked in panic.

“She’s actually my student. That’s what I’m trying to explain, if only you hadn’t interrupted. She turned out to be my student and now she’s failing her tests, because clearly she’s affected by me. She’s distracted by me.” I explained. “And I’m distracted by her too.”

Mike sighed and relaxed in his chair. “First of all, Ian. She has to be under your pretection. At all costs, do you understand?” He asked. I nodded. And he continued. “And if you’re worried about her failing her tests then you should talk to her and counsel her.”

“If I talk to her, I’m afraid I’m just going to end up fucking her,” I murmured.

“There isn’t such a big deal in that,” he answered with a shrug. “If you want to fuck her, then fuck her and get it done with. That is, if she makes a move that she still wants you. Besides since she’s now under your protection, I suspect you’ll be in close proximity with her almost at all times.”

“She can’t know that I’m shadowing her,” I answered.

“That’s why it’s called shadowing. She should know that you’re shadowing her, because she won’t see you. She won’t notice you,” he answered.

I sighed. I might just take his advice after all. I mean, I have jerked off to the thought of her these past few days.

“Ian,” Mike called.

“What?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“People are starting to rebel back at home and Jacob can’t handle—”

“I don’t want to hear of it,” I answered icily, going stiff.

“But Ian you’re their—”

“I do not want to be what they want me to be,” I snapped. “Please don’t speak about it to me again. You know I don’t want to hear about it.”

“Your brother—”

“Mike,” I warned.

“Fine. But you will eventually have to go back to them,” He answered calmly but I could tell he was annoyed. “I have stuff to do. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Sure,” I answered curtly and ended the call. He had successfully ruined my mood further.