Mad Maggie II

This Dumb Bitch Deserved It

Chloe's POV

"Chloe, you know that this project is very important for your grades in Principles of Design & Color!" Chris gestures at the medium canvas propped in an easel in a large room at the art house on campus. This is where art students can work on their projects without any hassle and distractions - and there are tons of supplies around. Tonight, it's just me and Chris in the art house. 

"I know, but I just don't want to do it. Miss Paula is so stupid to assign this project..." I grumble as I roll my eyes, shoving my hands into my pockets. Chris sighs and places his hands on my shoulders, leaning down a bit to see me in my eyes. I can tell he's not happy about it, and to be honest it's kinda scary to think what he'd say next. 

"I know, kitty. But it's due tomorrow! I can't let you do it at last minute again. You have to do it now. Please. It's for your own sake. Promise me you'll get this done before tomorrow." Chris begs me. I sigh as I look down to my sparkly silver Vans. I don't wanna admit it, but he's right. I have to get it done, anyway.

"Okay, I promise." I look at him. Chris smirks a little, squeezing my shoulders a bit. 

"I have to go to work now. I will see you tomorrow, kitty." Chris kisses me, his scent filling my nose. I hum as I kiss back, not wanting to be left alone with the art project, alone in the art house. He releases the kiss and he steps back from me, grabbing his leather jacket from a chair.

"Bye." I wave him goodbye as he leaves the room. Now I'm alone in this place, with the blank canvas, the paintbrushes and the paint jars. The brick walls feel like they're closing in, waiting for me to get started.

Chris' POV

I head out of the art house and hop into my car. I shut the door and put on the seatbelt, but before I start my car I rub my face. Sometimes the way Chloe avoids working on her homework and projects can get on my nerves. I don't understand why she always leave her work until the last minute. Tomorrow that art project is due and to be honest, I'm worried. I wish I can stay behind to make sure she's actually working, but I have to go to my job tonight. 

I love Chloe so much, but seeing her leaving her work behind until last minute is something I do not tolerate with. I want her to be successful, and I really want to see her working hard to get the dreams she deserves to have.

"Goddamnit Chloe, why are you always this way?" I mutter to myself as I gently hit the steering wheel. I sigh out loud, tapping on the steering wheel. What can I do about it? I'm not exactly her parent, but maybe I should make her work on her projects for sex. Yeah, that'd work.

I start up the car, the headlights lighting up. I steer backwards from the parking lot before I drive off to work.

Chloe's POV

It's true what Chris said - I have a big art project and it's actually due tomorrow, first thing in the class. I never really started it when it's assigned two weeks ago because I don't really care about that stupid class, but my parents have texted me last week and told me that if I didn't work hard enough...they will make sure I won't go back to Harvard again. I can't let them do that to me, not when I'm with Chris. They have no idea I'm actually dating him and they also have no idea that Chris fucked me a lot. 

Oddly enough, I feel a bit sick and I pee a lot and eat food that are oddly paired together, like pickles and peanut butter. I have no idea why am I like this, but I guess it's because I'm in love with Chris. I even give up my Pokemon cards for him because he wants me to focus on him, not on Pokemon. I wear girly clothes and real bras instead of tomboy clothing and sport bras for him and I learn how to wear makeup for him. He wants me to be pretty for him and I'm doing it for him. But he also wants me to focus on my work as well, because he cares about me.