Even The Playing Field | BOOK #1 IN THE PSU SERIES

fifty-nine

Naomi Black

I was going to kill him.

"Alrighty guys! Well! This concludes our semester's class—it has been an absolute pleasure working with you guys. If you ever need anything or have a question, just email me. Before you leave make sure to drop off your final project on my desk and make sure I see you so I can mark you for attendance!" Dr. Metz yelled from the bottom of the class.

One by one people started to get up, but I stayed silently frozen, quiet. Waiting for half, if not more of the classroom to leave that way I could explain the situation.

I watched as people walked out with smiles on their faces, they were all going home for Christmas break. This had to be a messed up joke though.

These people were all going back to see their families, but my apparent family just betrayed me—for no fucking reason.

I watched as there were only five people left in the room, Pete being one of them.

I huffed, now or never—right?

I slowly pushed my chair up and walked to her desk.

She gave me a confused look, and then a look of pity. I placed the papers on her desk but I knew the damage was already done. There was no explanation I could give. She gave me a small smile and nodded.

I guess that was a problem with partner work in college.

I walked out of that lecture hall with my head hung low—I was drowning in self pity.

I would never forgive him for this.

I had worked my ass off. Multiple jobs since I was fifteen. Always taking AP classes, making sure instead of partying—I was studying, and I never gave time to another boy—ever.

I was regretting all of those choices now if I would've known the outcome that Mattison Williams was going to throw at me.

The cold air against my skin was acting as a wake up call to me—he couldn't keep doing this shit and being forgiven. I mentally couldn't do it.