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CHAPTER 32 - PART 2

SEX SCENE AT THE END. VERY GROSS SMUT. BTW. 

CLARE'S POV

I was finally out. The freezing air of the night pierced through my thick wool sweater.

That German final paper did rape the fuck out of me but my happiness was endless now that I was finally done with my exams.

I turned on my phone, bracing myself to call Elias to pick me up when I got acquainted with the thirty missed calls from my parents and sister. My heart dropped, the thought of something horrible happening was home-running through my brain.

"Lillith?"

"You done with your exam? How did it go?" She answered after three rings.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. "Why the hell did you call me a so many times?"

"To tell you that we're coming to pick you up. Dad insisted." I could hear the nonchalance in her voice from a million miles away.

"Um, yeah okay." I couldn't discuss that. "And it went well. I mean, as well as I could've done in German."

We hung up almost immediately and I walked to the bus stop, hiding from the icy water that started pouring.

About half an hour passed and I was the only one facing the gloomy parking lot from under the bus stop. Even though the scenery was one for a good horror movie it felt somewhat peaceful. I would never have to see this ever again which made me borderless happy but a tad nostalgic at the same time.

The most ordinary years of my life were spent here. Now it was time for something a little banger.

I heard footsteps getting closer to where I sat and my paranoia made me sit still. However, my heart instantly calmed the fuck down at the sight of Caroline, a cool secretary lady.

"Hey Caroline." I cheerfully smiled at her. "Finally some holidays, huh?"

She rolled her eyes and lit her electronic cigarette before taking a seat next to me, puffing the smoke out of her lungs. "I wish. We've got so many papers to complete." She shook her head. "How did it go?" Her hand reached for her thin pink-tinted lips, poking the stick between them.

"It went well."

An uncomfortable silence followed in which I noticed Caroline's posture slouch a little further at each drag she took from the sleek machine.

"Where are you going to? You know, for your studies?"

"Uh, Paris. The Sorbonne." I simply mumbled, wanting the silence to slice through our noise yet again.

"Fred studied there too!" She chuckled.

My eyebrows lifted in confusion. "Who's Fred?"

"Mr. Lagourg. Such a shame he was fired."

I dropped my eyes to my shoes, trying to remove the images of whatever I saw that day from my head.

"I didn't know." I pretended not to know. Why would she even tell me that?

She shook her head again and puffed her smoke. "Some girl accused him of sexual harassement or something." She shrugged, still not using any filter in the information she was pouring.

The situation did not make me the most comfortable and I jumped out of my seat when I heard the expensive roar of my dad's BMW.

"Have a good night, Caroline. See you at the ceremony." I shot a smile and leaped into the car.

The leather smelled like my childhood and I couldn't hide my sheer panic as it was only my father in the car. I haven't spoken to him in such a long time.