The moment Alexander and Eleanor reached the class, Elizabeth unknowingly slide down her chair, wishing the earth would open up and swallow her whole immediately. The pair that entered the classroom was one of the reasons why Elizabeth would beg her mum not to force her to school, but Mrs Carlyle was having none of it.
"Come on, darling. All your friends are waiting for you there," she would say, and Elizabeth had no choice but to force herself to school.
As if death was upon her, cold sweat started to gather on her smooth forehead. Her eyes began to move everywhere, trying to avoid the icy glaciers of Alexander's eyes. He had made it a habit to stare her down until she was a whimpering puppy at the corner of the room. He hated seeing her smiles for he only wanted to see her cry. Sometimes when she laughed too loudly at a joke someone casually made in the class, she would return from her high only to feel a deathly chill digging its way through her back until it became so unbearable she had to force herself to confront the devil that stared daggers into her soul. She would bow her head pathetically, but it was no fault of hers. His sinful lips would tug in the corners to form a wicked smile after he made her miserable once again, and the cycle would begin over and over and over again.
On the other hand, their subtle encounter was being watched by Eleanor, who usually flanked the other side of Alexander. She hated that he always chose to sit next to Elizabeth, but it was beyond her control for she couldn't just tell her master she was unhappy with his choice of seating, could she. She would never risk anything that could jeopardise her so-called position beside Alexander.
"Sweetheart, leave that bitch be. She doesn't deserve your attention," flirtatiously Eleanor would twist her long, red locks around one finger while gazing obsessively at him.
Alexander hated it when anyone threw insults at Elizabeth, especially when it was Eleanor who committed the crime, but he could never express his true feelings aloud. He just turned to her and gave her an even deadlier glare that prompted her to shut her mouth and return back to her submissive state. She didn't like being treated this way by him, but she endured it because she knew that making him angry would get her even more attention later on when he would be thrusting into her like a deranged beast and she would be clawing at his back while screaming his name for the world to hear. Their sessions were always heated chaos.
After seeing him distracted, Elizabeth turned her head towards the board and concentrated on what the teacher was saying. At first, she would pray he wouldn't direct his attention toward her, and after the first encounter, he would usually leave her alone for the rest of the lesson. That's why when she heard the shrill ring of the bell echoing throughout the school, she exhaled a suffocating breath of relief that the class was over, and she could finally breathe.
She hurriedly gathered her things and bolted to the door before the teacher could even dismiss them, she couldn't risk getting caught in another one of Alexander's traps. It was only yesterday that he instructed her to tutor him after lunch only to find Eleanor on her knees, with her hands gripping Alexander's thighs steadily as she bobbed her up and down in a skilled motion like this was normal for them to do at school, which it probably was.
Alexander's head hung back, his jaw clenched in an attempt to stop the groans that still managed to leave his mouth every now and again. All of a sudden, one of his hands grabbed the back of Eleanor's head, while the other gripped the wooden chair he was sitting on so tightly his knuckles turned a ghostly white. Rapid pants left his mouth as he snaked his hands into Eleanor's head, grabbing a thick chunk of hair so that he could force her to move faster on his cock.
The scene became more heated as Alexander's grunts became more prominent and Eleanor's head bobbed insanely until he threw his head back in ecstasy and shot rope after rope of his sperm into Eleanor's willing throat. He was still heaving powerfully as he sat back after he was satisfied and he ordered "clean my dick," to Eleanor, who, despite gasping for gulps of air greedily, complied with his order.
Elizabeth's hand involuntarily slapped her mouth shut, to hold in the gasp she was about to announce to the two animals before her. But fearing she would alert them, she turned from her current position and sped away from the classroom where she was meant to tutor him. That was not before Alexander caught a glimpse of her leaving figure running around the corner and disappearing somewhere. He cursed "FUCK!" unexpectedly, and Eleanor thought it was praised for her work, so she stared up at him and flashed a pleasured smile.
Before she could pounce on him to advance their session further, Alexander abruptly stood up and secured his trousers before dashing out the door in pursuit of his tutor partner. Eleanor's eyes began to water as she was left in a sorry state by the person she was convinced she loved.