It won't end well

Chapter Two

Emiliana

I did not have a good time speaking with my ex. All he wants is to fuck me over again. 

Although, I'm glad I ran into his brother. We had dinner in his car.

We didn't say anything during the drive home. I spent a good time with Logan yesterday. I definitely didn't expect to see him but, I'm glad I did.

Talking with Nate really made me feel good about not taking him back. I knew I had made a good decision.

I remembered the time Logan found me in the library. What I didn't admit back then was that I was attracted to him, too. I had fallen in love with his brother, but he just had something that made me feel something I never had before.

Last night was a reminder of why I stayed away from him while I was dating Nate. Every time we would have a talk with each other it would turn into something flirty. When I looked at him while he was massaging me, I knew I had fucked up. I was so tired, and having his hands on me was just amazing.

"Emiliana? Are you with us?"

"Oh sorry, Mr. Filona."

I shake my head and take a look at the board.

"I was asking if you knew the answer to the question on the board."

"Of course."

I take a second look at the board and read the question out loud.

"What is the meaning of the word spurious?"

I pause and lean back in my seat.

"Spurious is an adjective that means, false but designed to seem plausible. Which can be used in testimonies and in court. A spurious statement"

"Very good. Class dismissed."

I stand up and gather my stuff to put it away in my bag. This class is a class I found interesting to take since it's an actual lawyer that teaches it, Theo Filona.

"Ms. Rofiwald, could I speak with you for a moment?"

What did I do, now? Except zoning out, I don't think I did anything wrong.

"Sure."

I go up to his desk.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I know this will sound weird coming from a lawyer, but I found your last English paper really interesting. Do you write?"

"I do, sometimes."

"There's this writing contest I have heard about. Would you be up for that? There's a prize of 50K."

I never really thought about writing for a contest. I like to write because it's fun and relaxing, but what if a contest makes me slightly hate it?

"I will think about it and get back to you. Is tomorrow fine?"

"Sure. Sleep on it."

"Goodbye, sir."

"Goodbye."

Should I consider the contest? I love to write. I mean, I will end up being a little stressed by it. Hell, what's life if you don't enjoy it?

I was going to walk out to lunch but, I have the urge to tell him I'll do it. Let's be honest, I won't do it if I really think about it.

I turn around and say,

"You know what? I'll do it."

He seems surprised by my sudden reply but still answers,

"Great. I'll send you the details by e-mail."