THE OBSESSED AND PSYCHOPATHIC NEIGHBOR

AVERY's POV

"Fuck, it hurts like hell! Careful. You know how big your dick is, right?" "That is the tip, Camila. Bend over and shut the hell up. Take this dick like the slut you are"

(INAUDIBLE CHATTERING)

I stood in front of the classroom writing on the board but I was getting frustrated by the noise.

'I am getting tired! Lord, give me some strength'

I whispered under my breath. 

I turned around and stared at them and shook my head.

"Okay, class here is the deal either y'all zip it or I deduct 20 marks from everyone's test"

They immediately kept quiet and I nodded with fulfillment. "That was what I thought"  I smirked, turned around, and continued writing notes on the blackboard. It was never my dream to be a high school English teacher but for a 27-year-old orphan and single mother, life did not provide me with many choices.

The bell rang and I was the happiest. Yes! I hate my job.

One of my students walked up to me, she held my hands and smiled faintly.

"Miss Avery, I can't wait to see you tomorrow, Bye!"

She ran off after saying that and I just stared in awe.

Well, if there was one thing I was proud of, it was the fact that I made a name for myself among the students, and of course, I enjoyed the attention too. Though I know that a lot of the other teachers hated me for that.

I sat on my chair and I had to grade some tests and prepare for Monday's papers. 

"Mummy, mummy, mummy!"

I turned around with a fat smile on my face and looked at my bundle of joy, Logan. When I first gave birth to him I admit that I disliked him with passion and blamed him for everything wrong in my life but it was never his fault. His father who left me for another woman when I blindly trusted him was to be blamed. 

"Logan, who brought you here? And what are you holding?"

"Aunt Camila. And she bought me this red wristwatch"

I looked at the watch and it was green, not red.

I nodded and smiled at him. Logan had color blindness so it was pretty hard for him.

"Hey, Girlfriend are you ready to go?"

My best friend Camila popped out from the side of the door and grinned at me.

Logan ran outside the classroom and I knew he was going to the next class to show his watch. They were very fond of him.

"Camila, thank you for picking up Logan. I have been so busy!"

"You need to at least make some time for him, Avery. When was the last time you picked him up from school yourself?"

"You know how busy I have always been, right? And he is a big boy. He should be able to take care of himself sometimes, right? The world isn't rosy, Camila"

"Avery, stop blaming your son for your hardships, alright? The poor boy is just 5 years old but his mother thinks he is big enough to take care of himself! Come on, Avery"

"Fine, maybe that was wrong, and mind you I do not blame Logan for any of my hardships, okay? Are you ready to go? I am starving!"

Camila stood for about a minute staring into my face like she was searching for answers. 

"Yes, let us go"

She looked at me from head to toe and finally broke the silence.

"What was that look for? Come on Camila! You are his tutor, right? So you should be responsible for him at times too"

"I am his tutor, not his nanny, and mind you, I don't remember collecting any payment from you, so do not try to feel too big"