Waking up this morning, I pick out a cute pink frilly dress and pull off the black panties and bra Harley put on last night. Her idea of a wardrobe is so trashy, you could compare it to a homeless person. Smoothing out my dress, I pluck the lip ring out of my lip and reach for the concealer on the counter. I smother the tattoos on my arms, the color so vibrant it needs an extra coat. Harley really should have consulted with me before she did this to my body.

Grabbing my school bag, I flip my dark hair over my shoulder and head toward class. I can’t wait to see Professor Prescott. I’m not done with him yet. I demand answers and I will get them. I just have to remain calm about it. I bite my lip, curious if Harley has gotten to see him yet. I hope not because he might be alive if she has.

Stepping outside the dorm’s building, a chill crawls through the trees, and I stop on the bottom step of the building. Slowly I look over my shoulder, feeling drawn to something powerful. It’s as if the whole campus is under a spell, moving slower and cautious today.

My eyes fall on Benjamin, and I suck in a ragged breath. He’s dark and handsome and sticks out in the crowd of young kids. “Fuck,” I mumble under my breath. He’s here for Harley. Turning around quickly before we make eye contact I make my way to the auditorium. I remain stiff and keep my head down. If he sees me, he’ll throw me over his shoulder and march me out of this campus not giving a fuck who sees. Just as I reach my class, I hurry inside and find my seat just as professor scribbles our daily assignment on the board. Slumping in my seat, I release a full breath. I watch the professor in fascination, remembering our time together at that very desk. The way he looked at me, his muscles tensing with restraint. The way my hair felt wrapped around his hand, the roughness of his touch as he forced me to bend forward.

My eyes flutter with sudden sadness. I thought it was him acting on the pull between us, not him preying on young girls.

“I want you all to write a short story on something controversial and where you stand on the topic,” he informs. Flicking my pencil against my desk, I watch him closely as he walks back and forth across the room. The way his shiny shoes tap against the floor with each step, the bulge in his slacks when they stretch. He’s not looking at me though, not even a glance. My heart sags in my chest, my nostrils flaring. We usually play a sexual staring game in every class, one that has me blushing and looking down. He smirks, and continues his lecture. But not today…

Our game is over.

I stare at him the entire time class is in session, willing him to look my way. I’m not sure what I’ll do if he does look this way. Flip him off, pout, or let Harley take over. I just want him to acknowledge me.

He smiles, his eyes directed toward the top of the auditorium. Frowning I follow his eyesight and see a new girl in paint covered overalls and pigtails sitting at the top. She is nibbling on a blue pencil, one of the professor’s. She winks at him, and I quickly turn around. My fingernails impaling the top of my desk.

THAT BASTARD.

“Class dismissed,” he clips before sitting behind his desk. I shake my head, coming to the fact class is over and he’s cold-shouldered me the whole time. He’s moved on to his next toy and forgotten me.

I wait for everyone to leave, the girl in the overalls waits too, but I’m not going anywhere so she can take a hike. I make my way to him. Needing to talk to him and now. I glare at the girl in pigtails, my eyes digging into her like sharp table knives. Getting the hint, she quickly packs her books and scurries away.

Satisfied that it’s just me and the professor, I exhale a breath loud enough to draw his attention.

“Something I can help you with?” he asks in a formal tone that manages to cut me straight to the bone. He acts as if we haven’t been playing this cat and mouse game from the very beginning.

“Why are you ignoring me?” I ask with emotion in my voice.

He looks up at me, his eyes cold.

“This is over. I can’t have you showing up at my house and risking my life,” he confesses and my eyes bug out. His life? Is he serious?

“Are you happy?” I can’t help but ask. Knowing he’s not, in fact, I bet his father-in-law has something over him. Does Harley know this? Is this why she’s after him?

He shakes his head in an irritated manner.

“It doesn’t matter. All you need to know is this is over.” He looks down, red pen in his hand.

“You think this is okay?” I scoff, and he sighs, avoiding looking at me. He can’t get rid of me that easily.

I step around the desk to him, and he sighs leaning back in his chair. Taking the opportunity, I climb on his lap, my legs straddling his. The smell of pencil shavings and permanent marker strong. Grabbing his tie, I pull his face inches within mine.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” I whisper with anger in my voice. I need to hear him say it. The final vessel in my heart to be slit and bleed out.

He opens his mouth to talk, but shuts it quickly.

I situate myself on the bulge in his pants, and a tingle shoots through my limbs. I close my eyes, hating I still want him after knowing we have nothing but a sexual pull.

“Tell me to stop,” I breathe heavily. Please for the love of God tell me to stop.

His hands grasp my bare thighs and my head falls back with satisfaction. He slides his palms upward, his knuckles brushing my dress to the side as it hikes further up.

“Why am I attracted to the crazy bitches?” he moans, and my wet panties stick to my pussy as I rock myself back and forth on him.

A bang echoes through the room, and he shoves me off of him as he jumps from his seat. We both look around the room, looking for any form of disturbance, but there’s nobody. Pigtail girl is long gone.

“Look, I can’t do this. I’m having you removed from class, and I don’t want to see you again, Farrah.” He looks up at me with hooded eyes. There it is, the nail in the coffin. His coffin.

My nostrils flare, hot tears filling my vision.

His hands on the desk, his back arched as he bends over to catch his breath, he shakes his head.

“This… this is over.” He breathes heavily.

I can feel the rage building in my chest, my heart throbbing in my throat. I try to ease my emotions, knowing if I don’t, Harley will take the front seat, and this will all be over before it started.

He reaches for a glass of water on his desk, and the sight of it makes my head throb. The glass looks familiar with the flower sketching on the side.

Closing my eyes, I see a little girl in the trailer, soaked. Her mother holding a glass just like the one the professor has. It’s Harley, and she’s upset, scared even.

Screaming out of control, I grab his desk and flip it over, my strength surprising me. My face red and veins protruding from my neck. I lower my head and glare at him with a darkness that dwells within that can only be Harley.

“You’re going to pay for breaking my heart,” I seethe.