" In which I get my heart broken by the player "
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Blake Harper doesn't do love. He's rude, quiet, brooding, and prefers to be alone. Like all bad boys, he's untamable and unclaimed, but he isn't sure what to do when the girl he sets his eyes on...
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! Sexual Content Ahead !
" I can think of a way. "
" What? "
Walk away.
His thumb slides across my bottom lip and lightly pulls it down. I swallow, head pounding, panic making me dizzy, heart furiously beating, chest aching, body shivering.
Stop.
" You're a very beautiful lady, Miss Diaz. I've set my gaze on you ever since you walked into my class. I can't help but pursue my liking. Will you fulfill my desire, Miss Diaz? I did score you an eighty. You don't want to disappoint me, do you? "
" N-no, "
Stop. Let go.
" I need you to be quiet, Miss Diaz. We don't want to attract attention to ourselves, do we? "
" Let go, sir. Please, " I beg.
Run. Oh god, run. Don't stay quiet. Why are you quiet?
" I will drop your grade, little girl, " he hisses in my ear, a chill evoking goose pimples, " Now stand still. "
Run! You useless shit. Run, oh please run.
" Are you a little nauseous? "
" If anyone finds out, I'll guarantee your expulsion. "
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My eyes fly open, my body quivering and sweat beats down my forehead. I groan and pull myself upright, wiping the sweat from my eyes. Body heavy and heart aching, I get off the couch and head for the bathroom.
Disconnected, I feel everything from a distance. Hear my breathing in my ears. My heart thrashing in my chest. Hands shaking. Feverish and cold at the same time.
I push through the door and open the faucet, place my hands against one another, and allow the water to fill up before I rinse my face. Repeating this about three times, I started to feel more connected to myself. I close the faucet and plop down on the toilet lid, place my elbows on my knees, and cup my face.
My sobs topple out of me silently. I feel so low. Why? Why did it happen to me? What wrong did I do in life for me to be punished like this?
Dropping my hands, I wet my lips and stare into the distance.
I desire an escape. Anything will do. Closing my eyes, I dwell deep into my emotions: feeling it more intensely. The anger, sorrow, humiliation, and hurt cut deep into my soul and crushed my heart making my lungs struggle to take in air.
