Save Me - Taylor Riot (distant reading .txt) 📗

and i sat on the edge of his desk.

"Now can i ask?" he nods, so i continue, "Why did those guys want to fight you?"

"I was in a gang, and i left without reason, so they were trying to get me back."

"Y-you were.. In a gang?" he just nods and looks up at me. "But why did you leave? And why were you even in the gang?"

"The reason i left is another story. As for your other question, i thought it was cool. I was sixteen when i was asked to join, and they would stop at nothing for me to accept."

"What do you mean?" i ask and he stands up, turns around, and lifts up his shirt. At first, i quickly look away and he chuckles.

"Just look." i look back up and see a scar going all the way down his back.

"They did that to you so you'd join the gang?" i ask, completely shocked.

"Not just that, they did more, but i can't tell you. Why do you want to know all of this anyways?" It's now or never Libby, just spit it out.

"I want you to teach me to be bad. You know, a rebel." i blurt, and feel myself blush as he looks at me with his eyebrows raised.

"May i ask why?"

"I've always been a goody two shoes, obeying whatever my parent's command me to do. Like, i never fail a single subject, i'm the captain of the dance team, I've never missed a single day of school, but they still aren't satisfied. And now, they're getting a divorce for some reason, and i'm stuck with my mom, who is the worst at trying to make me be perfect. I'm just sick of it." i explain and look back up at him, "Will you help me?"

"I can try but.. Nobody can turn into a rebel in just one day, well, except for me." i roll my eyes at his cockiness.

"Where do we start then?" i ask and he looks in thought for a second.

"What's the number one thing your parent's don't want you to do?"

"Get less than an A on a subject." i respond almost immediately. They'd hate if i didn't have a perfect 100% on everything.

"Then first things first, you need to get at least a C on something. What's your worst subject?"

"Uh... This class." i say with a sheepish grin and he looks at me like 'Are you kidding me?'

"Well, i want you to pass this class so, second worst class?"

"Um... Spanish." i respond and his eyes light up.

"You have to fail Spanish."

"Fail Spanish? Are you kidding me?" i ask, my eyes wide.

"Do you want my help, or not?"

"I do, i do. Okay, but how do i fail it?" Is my teacher really telling me to flunk something?? That's crazy.

"Stop doing your homework, and participating in class, and just.. act like you don't give a shit. What?" he notices me staring at him like he's crazy and i shake my head.

"I'm sorry, i just can't believe my teacher is telling me to flunk." he chuckles and i roll my eyes.

"What's the second worst thing you could do?"

"Have a boyfriend." i say with a sigh.

"You're not aloud to date?"

"Nope." i say popping the 'p'.

"Then we need to get you a boyfriend. I know plenty of guys that would like to be with you."

"How? You've been here for two days." i ask in disbelief.

"You'd be surprised by how many guys come to talk to me. Especially about you."

"Really? Who likes me?" i ask and he smirks.

"You're so naive."

"Ugh, if i don't know who, then how am i supposed to date them?" i ask and his smirk widens.

"I know the perfect guy. Emphasis on perfect."

"What are you talking about?" i ask, as i take a sip from my water bottle.

"You're going to date me." i do a spit-take, and he laughs, ignoring the fact that i just spit water out on his face. "Fake dating of course, but your reaction was so worth it."

"You're a jerk." i say and glare at him.

"I know. Now, if we really want your parent's to believe we're dating, we need each others numbers. Put like cutesy nicknames and shit, then have a couple pictures i guess."

"I wouldn't know." i say, smiling wryly. He smirks and puts his hand out with his iPhone in it. I take it out of his hand, and place my iPhone back into his hand. I tap the contacts list, and add my name as 'My Angel<3' then type in my number. We switch phones back and he smirks at my name.

"My Angel? That's pretty smart."

"Baby boy? How original." i say with a smirk of my own and he gasps.

"Isn't that what girls usually call their boyfriends?"

"Like i said, i wouldn't know." i say flatly and he crinkles up his nose.

"Onto the pictures." he pushes himself up from his seat and grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet and into him. He grabs my phone and taps the camera icon. Not expecting it, he places his lips to my cheek, his eyes close. I blush and force a smile, looking down at the ground. He taps the camera button then looks at the picture.

"That's pretty cute, i must admit." i say and he chuckles. He taps a couple things and i look at him with my eyes narrowed.

"We are your new lock screen wallpaper." he shows me my phone and i blush at the picture.

"My turn." i say and grab his phone, tapping the camera icon. I stand up on my tip toes and press my lips to his cheek, closing my eyes, then tapping the camera button. I hear the snap of the camera, then lower myself onto my feet again. I tap the picture and smile. Me kissing Mr.Castello's cheek, and him smiling at the camera, his eyes glowing bright. I set it as his lock screen wallpaper and hand him his phone back.

"Now, it's time for actual detention." i sigh and make my way back to the supply closet, switchblade in hand. I pull my phone out of my pocket, and smile at the picture before starting to unpack the boxes.


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About an hour later, Mr.Castello comes into the supply closet and takes the switchblade from me, as i lay out on the floor. He looks down at me smirking and holds his hand out to me. I look at his hand, then up at him, and slide my hand into his. He pulls me to my feet with ease, then lets go of my hand.

"Tired?"

"Yes, and scared." i say focusing my attention on the floor.

"About what will happen when your parent's find out you're 'dating' me?" he uses air quotes around the word dating and i nod. "I'm sure since you've never been in trouble, they won't do something drastic. They probably won't even know how to punish you."

"That's true." i respond, nibbling on my bottom lip.

"Need a right home?"

"You wouldn't mind?" i ask, looking up at him.

"It'll help you prove we're 'dating', plus you don't need to be walking home alone."

"Okay, sure." i say and grab my bag from beside the door to his room, as he grabs his stuff from his desk. He shuts off the lights, then locks the door after we exit the room. We begin to walk down the hallway in silence, as my mind replays every scenario that could happen when i tell them about my 'boyfriend'.

"Stop over thinking it. Just wait until you actually drop the bomb."

"Yeah, i guess you're right." i admit, as i slide into the passenger seat to his car.

"Of course i am." i roll my eyes at his cockiness and look out the window as he pulls onto the road.


We pull into my driveway, and the front door opens, revealing my parents. I get out of the car, and Mr.Castello does too. Why did he just get out? And why are my parent's out here too? Did they see us pull up?

"Libby, who is this?" my mother asks, giving me a hard look.

"My boyfriend, Ryan." i say, almost choking on the word boyfriend.

"Boyfriend?!" they exclaim at the same time.

"Libby Rochelle Angel, get inside this instant!" my dad yells and i look at Mr.Castello, and he walks towards me. Then doing something i didn't expect, he pulls me into him, and kisses right next to my lips, to look like we're kissing. I freeze and he taps my arms, hinting at me to wrap them around his neck. I do as he wanted and he places his hands on my waist.

"Get off of my daughter! Libby! Get inside right now!" my dad yells again and Mr.Castello pulls away, leaving me blushing and in a daze.

"See you later, Angel." he says smoothly, and gets in his car. Sending a wink my way, he starts the car and pulls out of the driveway. I place my fingers to my cheek and watch as he drives off, until he disappears.


He just stole my first fake kiss.


Wait,


scratch that.


My teacher just stole my first fake kiss.


In front of my parents.


I'm dead.
Chapter Four

"You go to church every Sunday?" Mr.Castello whispers to me as we walk up the steps to the church.

"Yes, why?"

"I bet if you ditched, your parents would be pissed." he says and i narrow my eyes at him.

"Being grounded for a week is enough for now."

"Wow, i'm surprised we aren't turning to ashes." he comments as we step through the church doors. I can't help but let out a giggle. Oh my God, did i just.. giggle??

"Lying is a sin, watch out, you might melt Mr.Castello."

"You're lying too, Angel. And call me Ryan." he says and i nod.

"Libby...er, why is he here?" Sean asks as he stops in front of us. I hold up my pointer