Shattered

Chapter 4

The memories of the party flash through my mind as I quickly pull my phone from my bag. 

Going into the bathroom.

Thinking he was hot.

Telling him I was in college.

Almost having sex.

I very quickly formed a group chat with Adam and Mackenzie and sent them a text.

Me: OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS, THE BOY FROM THE PARTY IS HERE!

Skye: What boy?

Adam: The one you almost hooked up with?

Me: I TOLD HIM I WAS IN COLLEGE OH MY GOSH.

I tucked my phone away, praying that the boy would not see me. He was sitting in the back, and I was in the front row. But with my luck he’d notice and confront me about it.

“Hello class.”

“Hello Mr. Peedle.”

“As you probably did not know, NYU has a program with Walled Lake Private School, where seniors who excel in their math classes take a test to see if they’re able to be placed in a college level class. Today, we have three seniors from WLPS that passes their test and will be joining us all three days we attend this class. May the three of you introduce yourself?”

Great. Now I’m going to stand up and he’s going to remember me, and maybe be mad, god knows what he'll do to me.

All the ideas racing through my mind stopped me from hearing both of the boys tell the students their names. The only thing bringing me to reality, "Mackenzie, you may go."

“Um, hi. My name is Mackenzie Hart, but you can call me Kenzie.” I mumble looking down at my bag. I could feel his green eyes glaring at me.

As I was sitting back down I made the mistake of looking his way, only to see his green eyes darker than the few times I’d seen him.

If eyes could kill, I’d be dead.

~

After class ended I hurried to get out of the classroom before the boy with the curly hair and green eyes could catch me. As I was walking toward my car, I felt a hand tug my wrist. I screamed but another hand covered my mouth as a mans body pushed me up against the wall.

My back slammed against the bricks, making me whimper in pain.

“You said you were in college.” A familiar voice whispered in my ear.

“I lied.” I replied, refusing to show him just how scared I was.

“Bad girls get punished, babe.” He said, his fingers up my thigh. I couldn’t deny that it was turning me on a lot. Why do I give in so easily to him. Something about him only makes me want im more than I should. I haven't felt like this since my ex, who was really only using me for sex, and had a few other girls on the side also. But, he made me feel so special, like I was the only girl he wanted to fuck, when in reality, he's probably had sex with all the girls on this campus.

“Please,” I whimpered, almost silently. “Let me go, I’m sorry.”

He pushed off the wall, starting to walk away.

“See you tomorrow, Mack. I hope you don’t mind me calling you that.” He yelled, not turning back.

“I hate that name, thank you very much!” I yelled back, only to have him chuckle.

I pushed off the wall, gathering my fallen items.

“Need some help with that?” Someone asked me, already bending down to help.