Penelope looked at me with a weird smile. “Wait. He’s your professor and you didn’t even mention this!”
Charlotte gasped as she pushed her blonde, curly hair out of the face. “You’re keeping him all to yourself.”
I blushed slightly. “He’s hot, yeah, but I have a boyfriend.” I was such a liar.
“Sure. You are the sluttiest of us all,” Penelope said with a bitter tone. That stung a little. That’s how we talked to each other… but this time it felt personal.
“Enough of him. Let’s talk about tomorrow’s party.”
I didn’t sit with them much longer. Our schedule changed and we had history class today in the afternoon instead of tomorrow. I had to do something to get Mr. Reynolds’ attention. Last time he didn’t look at me once.
I thought I was the hottest student at Layton University.
I picked a pink minidress, one that could show my panties if I slightly kneeled. I knew we wouldn’t be alone but I didn’t care if I flashed everyone as long as he saw it.
When I was curling my hair, Sebastian came in. His eyes brightened as he saw me.
“You look so pretty.” He brought me into a full embrace. “Who’s this outfit for?”
I slightly choked, pushing him away. Could he read me like a book?
“I am joking… it’s just kind of too short.”
I shrugged. “My new style.”
He sat down on my bed. “Do you have some time to talk?”
I furrowed my eyebrows. I wasn’t going to be late today.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“I don’t know… I just feel sick of this.”
Was he talking about our relationship?
“Not this,” he gestured to us. “This life. I want something different. I really see myself with you but not here. Far away from everyone.”
I was surprised at him being so vulnerable. He was never like this. We were the cool, distant relationship kind of people who only f**ked. I guess we never had anything deep.
I felt uncomfortable at his new openness. “Okay… I get it.” So, I did what I knew best. I brought him to an embrace. He seemed stiff so I put my arm on his thigh, closer to his crotch.
“f**k me, you will forget all of this nonsense.”
He pushed me away; I fell back on the bed. His eyes were angry and disgusted. “Can you for once be a normal human being and listen to me? It’s all s*x to you. All s*x. You are so f**king shallow.”
My eyes were widened. I was terrified of his sudden burst. Has he felt this way all this time?
“I am s- sorry… I just wanted to make you feel good.”
That’s all I knew. That’s all I was good for.
He came closer to me and cupped my face, not lovingly.
“Do you even love me?”
I couldn’t answer. We did say “ily” but only through texts… he cared about me. I cared about him. I just didn’t know what love was. My dad was horrible to my mom and cheated on her while she was pregnant with me.
Sebastian let go of me. He left the room and banged the door as ha*d as he could. The walls shattered and I fell back on the bed. I put the pillow over my face.
I hated myself. I suffocated myself with it until I couldn’t do it anymore and just screamed into it.
“I am okay. I am okay.” I fixed my makeup and left to see my professor. I needed a distraction.
Everyone was staring at my dress. It didn’t help that it also had some cleavage. Here was to hoping no one will kick me out. As I walked, I was one inch away of exposing everything. I was the first one in the class. Not even Mr. Reynolds was there. I picked the closest seat to him, since it was a higher angle from his side, he could see my cleavage better. I wondered if his wife was as hot as I was.
I took out my laptop as he came into the class, surprised to see me. This time he wore a light blue shirt and it stole my breath away, his stubble was growing and he looked even more mature and s*xy.
Maybe I had daddy issues.
My professor smiled at me and the room was spinning. “I see you took the warning seriously. You’re fourteen minutes early.”
I had to say something… I just couldn’t. He didn’t look at my cleavage once. Any man would look? Why didn’t he care?
I hated how stupid and small I felt next to him.
My legs propelled me forward, If I couldn’t say anything maybe my body can. I walked up to his seat as he was arranging his stuff-he’d already forgotten I didn’t answer him. He had never really noticed me. I was just a student to him.
When I was close to him, my exposed bare legs got goosebumps. I was so naked. It felt uncomfortable. The stupidness of what I did set on me. Why was I doing this? Why did I care if this random man noticed me?
Professor Reynolds finally looked at me, truly looked at me and his eyes fell on my legs. Suddenly I didn’t feel so brave about him f**king me. I wanted to run away. He was such a strong man and I was afraid to discover what it would mean to a 19-year-old me.
His gaze wasn’t s*xual. Mr. Reynolds looked up again at my face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He said with a calming voice, “I feel uncomfortable saying this but that outfit is against college policy. Please don’t wear it again.”
My cheeks blushed like an idiot child. Of course. “Sorry.” That’s all I could say before I sat down.
The class filled with students. I lost all the courage I had to seduce him and I suddenly felt like a bad person. Every time I looked at him, I felt stupid. I couldn’t even listen to what he was saying. Something about segregation.
Sometimes his brown eyes would set sight on me and my heart would skip a beat. I knew it was just lust. I couldn’t help but notice how big and firm he looked. He only looked at me because the female students were the only one paying attention constantly. I was so glad Penelope wasn’t in this class, she was fearless and had no one to cheat on.
When class was over, everyone already left except for Isaac, my boyfriend’s best friend.
“You look pretty tight today,” he said as he looked me up and down. I fixed my cleavage hurriedly. He’d always had eyes for me and made uncomfortable comments. Sebastian never took it seriously.
“Thanks.” He touched my shoulder and ran his fingers along my arm. “I know you’re still seeing my friend… but I won’t tell him if we have fun from time to time.”
I pushed him away, disgusted that he would say this to my face.
Isaac grabbed my arm again and pulled me towards him then he shouted in my ear, “slut.”
I heard a voice yell behind us and Isaac immediately pulled away. His nails dug through my skin leaving red bruises on them.
“Let her go,” Mr. Reynolds said. “The director will have a word with you. I won’t tolerate this abuse towards my students.”
I couldn’t unglue my eyes from him. He didn’t hesitate to help me. He was collected and caring. Isaac left and waited outside the room. He wasn’t going to be let off easy.
Mr. Reynolds grabbed my arm and looked at the red bruises. “This isn’t ok, Miss. Prescott, we will go to the director together.” His touch burned through my skin. It was intoxicating.
He let go of it and I finally breathed.
“Has he caused you problems before?”
I nodded. “Yes. Just not as bad as now.”
He nodded. “Come with me.”
My professor walked side by side the whole hallway and the entire college saw us. He accompanied me to the directory and it didn’t help that not even Isaac was near us.
Naturally, Penelope and Charlotte were pestering me now about what happened.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.