Interestingly, I'm at a this party and I completely ignore the noise around me. The reason will be the fact that I am facing a person I did not expect to meet at all tonight. Miss Sprigfield in full beaty. I was thinking about her on the way here. I couldn't imagine being in her presence again. Especially after the events that happened a few days ago. I have them freshly fixed in my mind. These last days have been my suffering. There was no time and place when I didn't see my teacher sitting in a chair in front of me and her beautiful long black hair was loose. Hair like a raven, but with a certain glow. I've never seen anything like it in my life. As if that wasn't even possible. I imagined that I was in Mathew's position and did exactly what he did. I played with the teacher's hair. I don't know what it's like to have someone's hair between your fingers, but I still imagine it and masturbated many times on this in my mind. No other woman, porn, or anything else has taken me to such extremes as Miss Springfield. I'm sick of myself. What would teacher think of me, if she knew this fact ?

Right now my gaze just fixed on her head. No bangs or a few strands of hair that would surround her face. Her hair is nicely combed back and from behind her head she visibly protrudes something I haven't seen on a teacher yet. Her hair is in a bun, but it looks even better than what I'm used to. Beautifully wrapped behind her head and it looks like the shape of an shapeless ball. It's hard to describe, but the bun is almost on top of her head. On place where normaly is hair vortex. It looks so majestic and massive. I am now sure that I wouldnt have a chance to go around this bun with both hands. I lower my eyes and our gaze meet again. Her gorgeous light brown eyes. Eyes that always get me in a tight spot when I look into them. I have to admit that this time my teacher has light makeup on. The carefully highlighted lashes and her full lips are so exciting. She again used only lip gloss. They're not extra big but I want to bite and kiss them so much. I go on and see that she is wearing black leather jacket, but under it I can see that she is probably wearing a dress. It cover her neck and a fairly large part covers her thighs. But I'm too close to her and I can't see it properly. She wears black high boots up above her knees. It looks so seductive. Straight sexy. I still can't believe this is a pedagogy teacher at my school. If I didn't know who she is, I'd say she is some instagram model. A beautiful creature, but my classmates disturb me from this trance .

„Miss Springfield !! We're glad to see you here !! You look amazing tonight.“ Peter hung on my shoulder with his right arm and stared at our teacher.

„Thanks guys.......“ the teacher smiled and looked down.

„Miss. I hope you're didn't come here by a car. Because tonight we want you to invite for a drink.“ Thomas said while surrounding teacher with other classmates.

The moment teacher was noticed by my classmates, they stuck to her like insects. Something like when bees find their flower and trying to pollinate it. I feel embarrassed for them. They trying so hard to flirt with her that it is awkward. While she talked to them, we changed eye contact at times. For a moment, I felt like she was expecting me to get her out of this situation. But before I could do anything, I hear a male voice from behind me.

„Hey, don't stand there ! You holding the line behind you. The others want to go to the party too. Do you want to put down your jackets or not?“ says the service quite dramatically.

„Calm down man..... We were just talking, we didn't notice that we were already in line.....“ Peter speaks in a nervous voice.

The guy says nothing, but I can see that he's a little angry. No wonder. People are having fun behind the door and he's standing here. Collecting money from our students to keep their clothes safe. We put some coins on his desk and took off our jackets. I got a red round plastic with the white number 43 in my hand. I have to remember it in case I accidentally lose this. So that I know under which number I get my jacket back. We leave the table and are almost approaching the door. For the last time, I turn in the direction we were standing before to look at our teacher. At that moment, my jaw almost dropped. I watching her from the profile and I see one sexy body. She is wearing a burgundy turtleneck bodycon dress. I knew that Miss Springfield had a great body in addition to her hair and face. But I didn't expect her curves to stand out so much thanks to this tight dress. If I've ever said that she disarms and excites me with her appearance, now it's a different level. In combination with black leather heels above the knees, she is even more seductive. Today I will not be the only one who will drool over her.

Thomas opens the door and we enter the hall. I am blinded by the glow of the spotlights. They burst with colors. If I were an epileptic, I wouldn't survive five seconds here. Just like from the movie, the sound of mixing from the DJ is reflected in the room. Immediately afterwards, I recognized the sound that I know very well.

ALCAZAR - Crying At The Discoteque ( Author here: I recommend listening for a better experience of the scene).

We arrived at the very beginning and the sound of drums is reflected around the room. We are slowly approaching and the intensity of the sound is also increasing. It's like a DJ's jammed the record, but that's the style of the song. The spotlights adapt to the sound and flash in its rhythm. Finally, the room makes the noise of students having a lot of fun on the floor and dancing.

„WHOAAAA.........“ the students are screaming.

I nod my head to the beat of the song. I like it and I'm surprised to hear it at this party. I look around the room and feel a blow to my back. I want to turn around who it was but I see Peter come out from behind me and stop next to me.

„LET'S HAVE SOME FUN, DUDE !!!“ Peter shouts at me and has a big smile on his face.

I don't answer him but I'm also smiling. I feel like I'm starting to enjoy it in this city. I am glad. After a long time, I don't feel so alone and even though I'm afraid I'll be leaving again soon, I still want to enjoy this night with my classmates. But I realize there's still a person I didn't expect tonight. That's why I turn around again so I can watch Miss Springfield. I looked to the right and even under the flashing light I see the silhouette of her figure walking quite close around us. I completely forgot she didn't come alone. A colleague is with her. Mrs. Osborne from the legal department. Mrs. Osborne is not young, but neither is the old lady. Her husband is a famous person in this town. He works as an architect and is behind the construction of a new fountain in the town square. I just hope that only the two of the faculty are here tonight. Even though the music plays out loud, I can hear Thomas's voice calling to me.

„NEEEIILL !!!! ..... Let's have a welcome drink!“ and his hand waving at me to come to the bar.

I don't keep them waiting and I slowly move through the crowd to my new classmates. The night is in full swing and I am slowly losing track of time. The music plays. The DJ mixes one song after another. I'm drinking the fifth vodka with orange juice. Guys on the contrary. Vodka with beer. An incredible combination. If they continue to do so, they will not remember anything from this party. That's when Mark shows up. I remember him from our class. A guy who had a great score on the last pedagogy test.

„What are you guys doing here? Come to our table. We're also there with Miss Springfield.“ Mark tells us in hurry and in the meantime he orders drinks.

The boys looked at eachother and took their drinks into their hands without hesitation. They wade through the crowd to the table where, according to Mark, our classmates are sitting with the teacher. I don't know why, but I started to hesitate. Now I have the opportunity to be in her presence, but as if I couldn't. The shame I feel in front of her holds me back. That's why I approach the table last. The boys quickly found a place to sit and surrounded our teacher. They immediately started communicating with her. I'm a little further from the table, but I still have a good view. I don't know what they're saying. The sound of the music overlaps them. I watch the teacher have fun during the conversation with them. I haven't seen her smile like that yet.

/ Her smile is beautiful....... I wonder if I'll ever see it on her again.... I thought.

I turn away from them and drink my vodka in small sips and watch what is happening on the dance floor. I nod slowly again to the beat of the music and I can already feel the alcohol in my blood. But once again, one of my classmates interrupts my thoughts.

„NEIL.....! Don't stand there and sit with us .....“ Peter is yelling at me.

I turned to them in surprise. Basically, we don't know each other and they're already try to include me in they group at first night. Normally, I would expect them not to. I'm used to such behavior. I did not exist for other classmates in different schools. I feel more bad now because I know I'm avoiding my classmates for no reason. That's why I'm slowly moving to the table, but I don't see a space where I can sit down. The seat is U-shaped and coincidentally the teacher sits right on the edge of this large seat, so there is no room left for me to sit.

„Sit next to Miss Springfield.... The rest of us will move a little to make room for you.“ Mark says, shifting slightly on the couch.

The others copied it and the teacher shifted a bit. My heart is beating so fast. I can't believe I'm sitting so close to the teacher. Basically right next to her. I am not mentally ready for that. I feel my hands start to sweat. I sat down carefully and put my drink on the table. I gained courage and looked to the left where the teacher is. She is so close that we touch each other's shoulders. And even though there is no extra light, but rather darkness, I still look her in the eyes. I notice a small smile on her face, but she says nothing. We look at each other for a few seconds, but Thomas interrupts us.

„What is this awkward silence? We're having fun, aren't we? Cheers....“ and lifts his cup in front of him.

The others follow his gesture with their cups. I with the teacher have broken our gaze. In the corner of my eye I watch her bow her head slightly and with her left hand she pushes the protruding strands of hair back behind her ear. The boys started telling stories from other subjects we attend together as class. We all laugh and find out that Thomas is a really good storyteller. That's when I realized I didn't see Mrs. Osborne. She probably had enough and went home. It's true that I lost track of time so it could have been a few hours at this party. Suddenly the DJ surprised me again and started playing a song that is one of my favorites.

THE POINTER SISTERS - I'm so excited ( Author here: I recommend listening for a better experience of the scene)

Everyone at the table immidiatly come to life. They put their cups on the table and Peter roared.

„CLASSMATES !!! On the dance floor !!!!“ and he shows us with his hand to lift from the U-shape couch.

They tried to get off the table. Some went from the other side of the table. The closer ones tried to get through us. As they pushed around us, they forced Miss Springfield to press on me. Our legs touched and I felt the weight of her body on my left shoulder. She put her hand on my shoulder so she wouldn't pushed me down. I can feel her boobs on my skin. Soft but firm at the same time. Everybody acted as if they were torn from a chains. When they finally got out from behind the table, we found that only two of us were seated. I turned slowly to the teacher to make sure she was okay. Our gaze met again. Now, I don't see my pedagogy teacher in her at all. I just see a very pretty girl. Her looks even makes her so cute. And that bun on her hair just making me unstable. It is so big that it is making me erect again. I would gladly die for this hair if there is a change to touch it. Feel it on my skin, bettwen my fingers. What is she doing to me ?

/ God ! Please ! Give me strength .... so I don't jump on her right now ..... How did this happen to me ? ... There were girls that I also liked..... But I've never been as confused as I am right now..... Every time I see her and I'm close to her, I feel like I'm losing my head....... Is this really because of her hair? What's wrong with me? .... Am I crazy? .... Am I really like Mathew? Sick guy longing for someone's long hair ? .... my thoughts haunt and torment me now.

„I'm sorry, the kids were pushing me.“ the teacher is apologizing to me.

„That's OK. It must be the alcohol in their veins.“ I smiled at her.

The teacher gave me small smile too and moved a little away from me. I watched her for a moment as she reached for her drink on the table. A glass of mixed drink. Her full lips touch the straw she has in her drink.

/ This is a really awkward silence..... What now ?.... Should I invite her to the dance floor? Or should I take the opportunity to be alone and try to talk with her? I'm thinking.

„And where is Mrs. Osborne? Did she already left ?“ I ask her.

The teacher looked at me and I noticed her lips moving, but I didn't understand her at all because of this noise. I turning my head, trying to adjust at least one ear so that I can understand her. At the same time, I did not notice at all that the teacher came closer to me.

„I said..... that Mrs. Osborne had to go home unexpectedly !! ... Some family matter I guess....“ she speaks loudly into my left ear.

She surprised me. I didn't expect her to come so close to me. Her sweet voice is electrifying. I feel goosebumps on my arms. I looked at her and tried to calm down. Her closeness makes me restless. I leaned toward her right ear so she could hear me better. That's when I smelled her shampoo and perfume. I can already feel my cock squeezing in my pants. But I am trying to control myself and not think about it. I discreetly lick my upper lip and continue the conversation.

„OH..... I understand..... And what about you ? ..... Are you having fun at a student party?“ I ask her shyly.

„Yes..... I'm having fun. You guys are great.....My favorite music is also playing..... So I thought, why not stay here. You know ? ....“ she said it so sweetly and looked into my eyes.

I can't believe it. Does she also like disco? Interesting. I don't have a reserved style of music, I listen to anything. But right now my favorite music is playing. Now I feel an opportunity to ask her. I really want to dance with her. I'm really afraid of her rejection, but I'll try it anyway.

„Miss Springfield? ....... Do you want to dance?“ I have a small smile on my lips.

The teacher puts down her cup and for a moment she seems surprised by what I'm asking her. She looks at me for a moment. As if she hesitated to answer me. For me personally, I feel like it's been minutes and she still hasn't answered me. I'm getting nervous.

„All right.....“ she smiled sweetly.

A stone fell from my heart. I immediately started smiling. I get up from the couch. I turn back to her and I show my palm to her. The gesture that I want to help her lift. The teacher noticed this and placed her right palm on mine. I hold her carefully and I can feel her hand is so soft and smooth. I've never held a girl's hand before. We now move together on the dance floor. Holding hands. The music plays and now even louder than when we sat at the table. The teacher walks around me to get in front of me and we start dancing slowly. In the background of the music I listen to the words from the song.

Let's get excited, we just can't hide it

I'm about to lose control and I think I like it

I'm so excited and I just can't hide it

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I want you, I want you

Oh yes I do

After the last words, a piano passage began. That's when I noticed how graceful the teacher was moving on the floor. She knows exactly what she's doing. Her seductive body moves in the rhythm of the song. She's killing it in that burgundy turtleneck bodycon dress. I carefully grabbed her arms and tried to keep the rhythm with her. I'm not a great dancer and I often lose my dance moves. The teacher noticed it because right now it just happened to me. I got stuck and didn't know how to continue dancing. I notice a wide smile on her face. Not the smile that makes fun of me that I can't dance. Quite the opposite. I feel more like the teacher is adapting to my movements. In her presence, I feel so warm and happy. Everyone is turning their heads and watching us. I try to ignore it. I rather look at the teacher, with whom I exchange glances and smiles. I also watch her hair on her head. The black bun is properly strapped to her head. I think it's not even moving. Surely she has the hair tightly wrapped so that it doesn't just unwind so easily. I don't see any clip that holds this mass of hair together. The song is almost at the end and the teacher and I hold with one hand. With the movement of my hand, I try to twist the teacher on the dance floor. I'm doing it well and she's copying my movement. Sometimes I feel the touch of her bun on my arm. I want more. God probably listened to me because something happened that I only dreamed of.

The song and our dance are over. But instead of the teacher facing me, I see her back. Rather, she leans her back against my chest. I feel her body move inconspicuously as she breathes. Her well-formed butt rests on my crotch. This is not good. She will be in this position for a few more seconds and my cock will make a hole in her dress. My hand and her hand are just below her breasts. I try to control myself so that I don't press her body even further against my body. But I know that my emotions are stronger. Actually, it doesn't matter. The crowd on the dance floor solved it for me.

DJ goes on and released a song from KYLIE MINOGUE – Magic ( Author here: I recommend listening for a better experience of the scene)

As soon as the music began to play, even more people flocked to the dance floor. They pushed us so far that we end up at one corner. The only thing that stopped us is the pillar that holds the ceiling above us. I am pressing my back against the pillar and feel like the teacher is even more pressed against me. I immediately realized that her bun was resting on my right shoulder. From this proximity I see that it is really big.

/ Is it possible for someone to have such super long hair? I know I'm done here...... I feel an erection in my pants...... If I don't touch her hair now ... my emotions and lust is overwhelming me.

The fact that I am not sober also plays a big role here. I lean to her bun carefully with my face and notice something that hasn't been here before. It was probably created during dancing. There are noticeable hair strands around the bun. Not that they stick out extra, but they create such an aura around her head. Enough that I haven't touched her bun yet, but I can already feel some hair on my face. I can't take it anymore and that's why I'm burying my face into her bun. The feeling is incredible. I can't believe what I'm doing right now. On my nose, cheeks, actually on my whole face I feel the softness of her hair. I gently rub her bun and inhale the scent. I noticed the teacher stiffen in my arms.

/ I'm sorry Miss ..... but it's probably too late for me ....... I can't control myself ... my mind is screaming, but I keep digging more into her hair.

The song continues and I hear the lyrics. I think the God is mocking my right now.

You got me started

And nothing on earth can stop it

It's crazy, I'm falling

I don't know what else to call it

Boy, do you believe in magic?

Do you, do you, do you

Do you believe in magic?

Ooh......

I try to ignore the music and the people around us. I notice, however, that the teacher is trying to touch the left side of my waist with her left hand. She probably wants to push herself away, but her body isn't really fighting me. I would expect her to panic. She would try to get out of my grasp. But nothing like that is happening yet. It's strange. That's why I grab her hand with my left hand and very carefully try to hug her with both my hands around her chest. Our hands rest nicely in an embrace and I have the opportunity to feel her breasts on both my arms. However, the teacher still stands and doesn't react at all. Eventually I move away from her bun to get a better look at her. I realize how the teacher slightly turns her head to the left and I have the opportunity to admire her face profile up close. I didn't notice it before, but on the part of her neck where her hair isn't growing, she still has hair strands that are the shortest of all the hair on her head. Now I realize that not all strands of hair are the same length on her head. I bit my lower lip and threw my face back into her left side around her ear. I just want to feel her hair on my skin again. Her hair strands are so soft. It reminds me of silk. But still, the gentle voice of a young woman pulls me out of my darkness.

„Neil ........ Please.........“ trembling voice of the teacher.

Her trembling voice slapped me. I immediately recovered from the intoxication I had gotten into myself. I stopped digging in her hair and suddenly moved away from her. I still hold her, but I have horror on my face.

/ WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING??? panic in my head overwhelms me.

Her head is still turned to the left, so I lean towards her ear and speak.

„I'm sorry Miss ...... I'm really sorry ...... I didn't want to ...... I......I just....“ emotions and fear accumulate in my voice.

The song just ended and the DJ played a slightly slower type of music. Bee Gees - You Win Again is playing ( Author here: I recommend listening for a better experience of the scene)

As a result, the dance floor began to loosen slowly and some students began to walk back to their seats. Finally, no one pushed us and we both have room to move again. The teacher took advantage of it and broke free of my embrace and immediately turned her face towards me. In the glow of the flashing lights, however, I see confusion in her eyes, but also an interest. Despite what I had just done, I slowly began to lean towards her face. I watch her all the time and the teacher doesn't move at all. I'm really close to her face when we were interrupted by the sound of broken glasses. Students from another class broke glasses with their drinks on the dance floor. We both pulled away and looked in that direction. After a while, the teacher looked at me again, got closer to my left ear and told me.

„I have to go to the bathroom..... okay ?“ but now I see no emotion on her face.

I just nodded to her that I agreed. I watch her move away from me and that's when I realized what actually happened. If I was ashamed before then now I'm totally fucked. I know I ruined it all. I must have let her down. I did to her exactly what Mathew is doing to her.

/ What kind of person am I? I move slowly to the bar to order alcohol.

I need to drink. Otherwise I'll go crazy. I need to get drunk to forget what just happen. That's why I'm showing the waiter a double drink. I drink one drink after another. I don't know how long I've been here, but I don't care. Suddenly, guys from my class appear next to me.

„Where have you been, Neil? Are you having fun ?“ a drunken Peter asks me.

„The whole time I'm here.“ I lie to my classmate.

„Has something happened ? You seem depressed.“ Thomas put his hand on my shoulder.

„Not at all..... Everything is OK......“ I didn't even look at them.

The boys didn't ask me anything anymore and also ordered another drink. Finally, I turned and leaned my back against the bar. I tried to find Miss Springfield, but I didn't see her at all.

/ She must have gone home ... I didn't want this..... I have to explain it to her..... thoughts swirl in my head again.

But then two boys passed by us, whom I don't know at all. But their conversation shock me. Basically, I come to life immediately. I can't believe what I hear.

„Have you seen Mathew with that new teacher from our school? I can't believe there's something between them.“ The guy says with enthusiasm.

„Well, I didn't think so, man. She totally ignored him, I think.“ the other replied.

„You know how it is..... She probably doesn't want to be with him when almost the whole school is here ...“ the other laughs and adds „ ..Lucky bastard .. I envy him so much. That's why he went with her to the room behind the DJ.“

I'm shocked. Mathew is at this party? I can't believe it. The bastard came to finish what I stopped him from last time. I don't know if the teacher wants to see me now, but I just won't let Mathew cut off one hair from her head. That's why I slammed my drink hard on the bar table, wiped my mouth with my hand and went in the direction they should be now. Behind me I hear the voices of the classmates.

„Where are you going, Neil ?“ they shout after me.

„I have to go to the bathroom.“ I turned and my eyes are in angry mod.

I continue on my way where is now Mathew and Miss Springfield. I wade through the students who stand in my way. It doesn't bother me at all if I shove one of them. I need to get to the teacher as soon as possible and help her. Only this interests me now. I'm already at the door of the room the two guys mentioned. I want to open up, but suddenly I hear the voices of two people talking together. I brought my head closer to the door to hear better. Mathew is speaking now.

„Mary. Mary. Mary. I didn't even hope to meet you here today..... I see you're still not listening to what I'm telling you...... But you are lucky today...... I prepared for such a moment......“ again his disgusting voice.

I know what he wants to do and that's why I kick the door to open it. I enter the room, but I don't see them.

/ Where are they ? I am confused.

Since I didn't expect it and suddenly someone kicked me in the back, I fall to the ground like a bag of potatoes. Fortunately, I managed to put one hand in front of me so I don't completely fall on my face. I try to turn to the door to see who it was. I almost jumped out of my skin. These are the two guys from whom I indirectly heard their conversation. Bastards. It's a trap.

„Well .. well .. let's see who it is.... Our savior..... Do you like it on that floor??“ I hear Mathew's voice from the side.

I immediately turned in his direction and saw him holding Miss Springfield. He holds both of her hands behind her back. I look towards their faces and I notice a crucial thing. The teacher no longer has hair in a big bun but in a ponytail. Her black hair pony starts on the back of her head. Despite what is happening right now, I have to admit that the ponytail has its volume and the ends of her hair are almost on the ground.

„You really playing the hero here? Do you really think that you can stop me? I told you...... I'd get you.“ and he looked toward his accomplices.

Before I could do anything, I got a kick right in the stomach. This hurt. Fucker must be wearing military boots. Suddenly, however, the other guy grabbed my hoodie and lifted me off the ground. I was about to defend myself, but I got his knee back in my stomach. This time it almost took my breath away. They pushed me against the wall. One is holding me and the other punch me in the face. He hit me three times and I'm starting to feel dizzy.

„For God's sake !!! ..... Leave him ..... PLEASE !“ I hear the teacher screaming.

„YES. Protect your favorite student. He won't help you anyway.“ Mathew laughs in her ear.

They stopped beating me, but they still hold me. I'm trying to get back from the dizziness. I look in the direction of Mathew and the teacher. I see tears streaming down her cheeks.

/ Is she really crying for me? ..... Or is it just a result of the situation? I'm thinking.

Mathew taped her mouth. So she can't scream or talk. He then turned in my direction.

„Put him on his knees so he doesn't run away from you.“ Mathew hissed.

They didn't even wait for me to prepare. They kicked me in the back of the knee to make me kneel. I must say that they don't spare their force.

„FUCK.....“ I growled.

„Now let me tell you reason why I waited and wanted you here.....“ his disgusting voice resonates in my head „.....You already know that I adore this black mane on our teacher....YES? ..... I have to admit that this long hair drives me crazy...... From the first moment I saw it. But I discovered an even better desire. I began to imagine what it would be like if Mary had shorter hair...... It started to excite me even more...... So what if she doesn't want to. I cut this hair for her. I'm sure she'll understand it's better this way. Right sweatheart ?“ and he is licking the right side of her face in a disgusting way.

During his speech I watch the teacher shake with fear. Tears run down her face from the horror. Her eyes are closed and she have wrinkled expression on her face. She definitely wishes she'd rather die on the spot now. When Mathew touched her with his disgusting tongue, I noticed her face crumple in disgust. My anger is geting stronger now and I feel adrenaline entering my whole body. I have to stop this.

„You perverted pig ..... Release her immediately.... and I will not repeat myself again...... let her go..... Don't you dare touch her hair or even think about cutting her hair....... Because I will stuff those scissors in your fucking throat....... YOU MOTHERFUCKER !! I'LL WILL KILL YOU !! ..... LET ME GO......“ I shout in anger.

„Let's see..... so it's like I thought it would be. So our hero here doesn't want me to touch this hair ? Why ? Does this hair belong only to you?“ Mathew lean so he is now closer to me.

„What do you mean ?“ I ask him confused.

„You think I'm oblivious idiot..... I saw you at her office...... Your handsome guy in your pants, too. You crave her hair just like me.......“ he smile like a slimy snake and lean back.

That's when it hit me. He is actually right. I long for her hair. Her hair excites me and I want to touch it. But I'm not Mathew. He is right about that too.

/ Yes, her long hair excites me. I don't know what to do with this..... But I realize now that I like the teacher as a whole too..... I like her smile..... Love her laugh..... Her seductive light brown eyes.... I want to know her more. What is she like ? What she likes ? But I fucked it all up tonight... I know it was wrong from me. My emotions were stronger ....the lust for my teacher.... I hope she forgives me one day I am thinking right now but Mathew interrupt me.

„Hey? ....Are you still with us ? .... Now. Now..... Here, watch this.....“ and he pulled the chrome hair scissors from his pocket and continues „....So I was thinking.... last time you disturbed us and that really pissed me off. So I'll punish you for it..... that is why you be our witness here.... I want you to kneel and watch helplessly as I create a new beautiful hairstyle for her!“ and he made a snip snip with the scissors while he has a devil smile on his face.

„I know you're a bully, but being a psychopath is new to me....... You perverted freak!“ I said with sarcarsm in my voice.

Mathew didn't answer, he just gave them a command with his nod. The guy standing by my right punched me in the face. After that blow, I feel blood slowly forming in my mouth. He hit me well. In the background, I hear the teacher crying again. She's worried about me. I was not expecting that.

„Shut the fuck up and watch me how I will proceed with this haircut.“ and his right hand slid the thick black ponytail over her right shoulder.

It's really thick. She must have a lot of hair on her head. But the moment he put the scissors to her mid thighs, my heart stopped. It was clear to me from his showing what he wants to do. He explains to me how he will proceed with the cutting.

„So I would start from here...“ and put the scissors around her waist „.....Hair trimming first.... I want to try what it's like to cut someone's hair. Then I would proceed here.....“ and shows with a hand movement how she cuts her hair around her ears.

/ He has the smile of a psychopath on his face..... He really enjoys this..... And what about these two that holds me?...... How can they just stare idly? I'm so confused by the situation we are in.

I'm looking at the teacher. I still see tears flowing downe her face. I watch as she tries so hard to get out of his grip. She only moves helplessly. She is so desperate. Because of that, her tears flow even more. With her body she begs him to stop this madness. But Mathew is just ignoring her pleading. Her face crumbles in defeat. Maybe now she realizes that tonight is the end of her long hair. I'm helpless too. I feel that my strength is leaving me. My head starting to spin again. Not from the punches they gave me. I'm realizing that I'm trapped here and can't do anything to help my teacher. I won't stop this anymore. If he cuts her hair by an inch, I'll just kill him.

/ How can anyone be so heartless? .... Just to satisfy his perverse desires.... He is able to completely humiliate this woman I feel sadness overwhelmed me and tears well up in my eyes as well.

It's starting and he already has the scissors ajar, which he put in her hair as he had promised. Around her waist. Suddenly time slowed for me. I feel my soul leaving me. I looked into Miss Springfield's eyes. But I noticed something strange. Instead of the teacher having an incredible fear in her eyes, I noticed that she was looking strangely somewhere to her right. Before I could process it, she began to shake uncontrollably.

„AAAhhh...NO...MMMNNN...D..ON.....“ she muttered and pass out.

Mathew immediately pulled the scissors from her hair. A big massive stone fell from my heart. He hasn't done it. Thank god. I watch the teacher as she falling to the ground and he tries to catch her.

„Stop with this nonsense and get up!!“ shouts Mathew.

The two guys were also surprised. I realized they weren't holding me so hard anymore. A unique opportunity to free yourself. But then I heard a punch. The guy on my left, suddenly fell to the ground. I turn my head to the left and see Peter standing next to me with his right hand outstretched.

„What the fuck is going on here? ... What does this mean ? Mathew you fucking dick !!!! Let our teacher go immediately...... Otherwise, we kick your sorry ass !!!“ Thomas stands next to Peter, shouting his demands and Mark is with them too.

„Guys, THANK GOD !!“ I exhaled.

Mathew stood up quickly, looked at the door, and ran towards it. He's trying to escape. It doesn't even occur to me to let him escape this easily.

„MATHEW !!!!!“ I scream loudly.

Since I still have adrenaline in me. Without any problems, I broke free from the other guy and ran after Mathew. I grabbed his jacket and pulled him back by force and slammed him against the wall next to us. I grabbed him around the chest and roared at him.

„This is for the suffer you made to Miss Springfield!!!!“ and I struck him with my forehead.

I hit him right on the nose. At that moment, blood ran down like a waterfall. I believe I broke it. He was completely shaken by it. I didn't even have a headache after that blow. Adrenaline makes its work for me. I extend my right hand and give him a good punch right on his left cheek. He immediately fell to the ground. I leaned my hands against the wall and began kicking him around the chest. I gave him three good kicks. In the meantime, I noticed that my classmates threw themselves on the other guy and started beating him up as well. I'm so glad I don't have to worry about that guy. My classmates are obviously helping us. I quickly recovered from shock and ran to the teacher, who was lying on her left side on the ground. I thought she hadn't woken up yet, but her body is moving. She tries to sit up, but the hands tied behind her back don't help her at all. I immediately grabbed her shoulders and helped her. Regardless of the situation, I grabbed her cheeks with both of my hands so I could look at her. Check if she is OK. Even though her eyes are teary, she is staring at me. As if she is trying to make sure it is really me. Not a single second has passed and her eyes are glowing and under the taped mouth I feel like she even has a smile on her lips. I'm not waiting for anything and I'm peeling the tape from her mouth.

„Are you alright, Miss?? Are you in pain??? Thank goodness...... Your hair is in its place.....“ I exhaled even though my voice is shaking.

As I squatted to her, I moved a little beside her to help her get out of her tied hands.

„Yes.... hick.... I'm fine... oh God .... he almost done it, but I knew he wouldn't succeed when I noticed the students in the doorway, so I played that I passed out.“ despite the sadness in her voice, she laughed faintly.

„You are amazing.... You did it so well....“ and I kissed her on the forehead.

/ Oh God.... thank you for this miracle and I looked up.

„Neil. Miss Springfield. Are you both okay? What is going on here ? Why Mathew wanted to cut your hair?“ Mark came up to us and the others followed.

„Guys, it's not time to explain. We will definitely get to that. Thanks for helping us, but we have to leave. We can't stay here after this. Now I have to get teacher to safety. Come on, let's not waste time....“ and I grabbed her hand.

I'm helping her get off the ground. Her beautiful thick ponytail is still in front of her right shoulder. I'm so happy she didn't lose this beauty. I hold her hand tightly and we run out of this terrible room. Behind me I hear the voices of guys shouting at us to wait for them. We are again in the big hall where the music is playing out loud.

DJ is now playing the song from SKRILLEX - Bangarang feat. Sirah ( Author here: I recommend listening for a better experience of the scene)

With the style of this music, the flickering of light intensified more. An advantage for us. The others may not notice us. I am trying to quickly but silently bypass the dance floor. I'm not thrilled that the teacher is behind me, so I'm suggesting that she go in front of me. She agrees and is now in front of me in my close proximity. I push her with my hands to make her go faster. We are now in the room where we put our coats down at the beginning. I pick my number from my pocket and give it to the teacher, who immediately contacted the staff. I lean against the wall next to the hall door. I realize that my teacher still had her hair in a ponytail and she still hadn't put it back in the bun. She basically has her back to me. So I see that black ponytail at full length. Her hair is gently rubbed against the heels of her black boots.

/ How can he want to cut such an incredible beauty?.... She must have done everything in her life to make this happen. And I will fight anyone who tries to deprive her hair....... thinking in my mind.

I see that they brought us jackets and that's why I'm moving to the table. I get dressed quickly and grab the teacher's hand again. We run up the stairs together to get out of this party. We're on the street and it's pretty cold. My injured face is even more aware of this. I want to continue the journey, but the gentle voice of a girl stopped me.

„Neil, please wait.“ and she looks at me with interest.

She stopped me and I turned in her direction. I look at her and notice the confusion on her face. I can feel she is gently stroking my hand. My hand, which I didn't realize until now, actually hurts. She looked down and also looks at my hand. Exactly the hand that hit Mathew in the face. She must have noticed my damaged joints on my fingers. But the teacher looked me in the eyes again and I see even more interest in them. Eventually, she stopped stroking my hand and carefully placed her right hand to my face. She carefully touched the wounds the two boys had inflicted on me in that disgusting room. I can see from her facial expression that it really bothers her. In the end, however, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

„Oh, Neil....We have to put you back together. You can't go home like this.“ she speaks to me so tenderly.

She still holds my hand and with her free right hand she reaches into the pocket of her leather black jacket and picks up her phone. Even though I can't really see the display, I know very well from the profile what app she is using.

„I called for us an Uber..... He will be waiting on the street corner down this direction.... Let's go.....“ and she started pulling me in the direction of our cab.

But we were stopped by classmates, who still managed to catch us.

„Hey, where did you both go? Are you taking the teacher home? We're should come with you.“ Thomas started.

I turned toward my classmates and noticed Peter, Thomas and Mark standing on the street with us. Our rescuers. I'd love to be with them, but I admit that I want to be alone with Miss Springfield now.

„Guys.... Thanks again..... You really helped us there...... Especially Miss Springfield..... I still can't believe you showed up there." I tried to smile over my sore face.

"Well.....At first we saw you leave and you seemed pretty angry..... Then, after a while, we heard from other students that they saw someone had taken Miss Springfield by force...... So we were searching for you." Mark smiles while trembling from the cold.

/ I am very grateful to them and I will not forget what they did for us. But now I would like to be alone with the teacher. How do I explain this to them now? I think in my head.

"Thanks guys.....But I can handle it from here.... You can go home now.... Don't worry about us.... and I definitely invite all of you for a beer....“ I am trying indirectly explain to them that we want to be alone with the teacher.

„But, Neil.“ Thomas looks at us confused.

I don't know if Peter noticed that I was holding hands with Miss Springfield, but suddenly he said something I wasn't expecting.

„Thomas... Let them be..... As Neil says.... He can handle it by himself. Don't worry. I saw him and he can deliver the punch. He will definitely protect our teacher and escort her home safely.“ he grabbed Thomas by the left shoulder.

„Guys. Thank you for tonight.... Really.... Despite what happened, I had fun with you. Neil can handle it from here.“ said the teacher sweetly.

Thomas looked at Peter, turned back in our direction and nod his head in agreement. Before leaving, we wave our hands and went towards where our Uber is now. As we walked down the street, I noticed that the teacher grabbed my right hand and leaned gently against it.

We slowly disappeared in the darkness of the street.

To be continued...