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Darren to unlock it and shut it behind us.
Behind closed doors, we don’t have to hide what we feel for each other. We both let loose. He scoops me into his arms and carries me into his bedroom. The second he puts me down on the bed, he tears his shirt off and lowers himself onto me. Everything he’s been holding inside comes barreling out. His hands explore every inch of my body as he kisses me deeply. Every so often he kisses my cheek, and I can’t help thinking he’s kissing my freckles. Finally, when neither one of us can stand it any longer, he rocks inside of me. We hold onto each other long after our breathing calms. It’s like we both know once we leave this place, we’ll have to go back into hiding, pretend we are nothing more than student and T.A.
Finally, at ten o’clock, Darren rolls off of me and gets dressed. “I need to get you back to campus.”
“Oh God! I never texted Noelle to let her know I was coming here.” I scramble out of bed, searching for my clothes.
“Relax. I’m sure she figured it out. Just like I’m sure Murray figured out I was going to be gone for a while.”
He’s right. Noelle had Andy’s car. She probably left once I sat down at the bar, figuring I’d text her when I needed a ride back to the dorm. I pull my shorts and tank top back on and look at Darren. “People at the pub are going to know about us.”
“Let’s just hope none of them find out you’re a student in my class.”
I nod, and the pressure of our situation comes crashing back down on me. Darren kisses my forehead and walks me back to his car, where he opens my door. I’ll have to let Noelle know that Andy’s not the only gentleman left.
We drive to campus, and Darren pulls up to the driveway in front of my dorm. He leans over and kisses me goodnight. “I guess I’ll see you in class in the morning.”
“I’ll try not to stare too much,” I say with a smile.
“Same here.”
He pulls me in for another kiss, and in the streetlight I can see his eyes look more green today than brown.
Someone taps on Darren’s window, and we both jump. Professor Bellows is standing right outside the car, looking in on us.
“Fuck.” Darren takes a deep breath and lowers his window. “Good evening, Professor Bellows.”
“Darren.” She eyes me over her glasses. “Aren’t you in my English Composition class?”
I’m surprised she recognizes me with my eyes open. I slept through her class this afternoon. “Um…” That’s all I can say because I don’t want to implicate Darren. She obviously saw us kissing.
“That’s what I thought.” She shakes her head at Darren. “I’d so hoped you’d turn out differently,” she says and walks away, her heels clicking loudly against the pavement.
“Is she going to tell Monahan?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
Darren doesn’t even look at me. “You should go.”
“Darren.”
“Julia, please.” His voice is small and full of worry, so I touch his hand lightly and get out of the car. The second I shut the door, Darren speeds off. And I’m not sure if I’m ever going to see him again.
***
Noelle listens to me cry over Darren until well past three a.m. Finally, I collapse on my bed from exhaustion. When she wakes me for class in the morning, I debate skipping. I have no id ea if Bellows told Monahan yet or if Darren will show up for class. Not knowing is killing me.
“It will look worse if you don’t go,” Noelle says, sitting on the edge of her bed. Andy was nice enough to go back to his dorm last night after I got in, realizing I needed my best friend.
“If I go, Monahan is going to want to talk to me. He’s going to ask me what happened between Darren and me, and I’m going to lose it.” I start crying again. I’ve lived on campus for just over two months, and I’m about to be named the campus slut and take Darren’s reputation down
Behind closed doors, we don’t have to hide what we feel for each other. We both let loose. He scoops me into his arms and carries me into his bedroom. The second he puts me down on the bed, he tears his shirt off and lowers himself onto me. Everything he’s been holding inside comes barreling out. His hands explore every inch of my body as he kisses me deeply. Every so often he kisses my cheek, and I can’t help thinking he’s kissing my freckles. Finally, when neither one of us can stand it any longer, he rocks inside of me. We hold onto each other long after our breathing calms. It’s like we both know once we leave this place, we’ll have to go back into hiding, pretend we are nothing more than student and T.A.
Finally, at ten o’clock, Darren rolls off of me and gets dressed. “I need to get you back to campus.”
“Oh God! I never texted Noelle to let her know I was coming here.” I scramble out of bed, searching for my clothes.
“Relax. I’m sure she figured it out. Just like I’m sure Murray figured out I was going to be gone for a while.”
He’s right. Noelle had Andy’s car. She probably left once I sat down at the bar, figuring I’d text her when I needed a ride back to the dorm. I pull my shorts and tank top back on and look at Darren. “People at the pub are going to know about us.”
“Let’s just hope none of them find out you’re a student in my class.”
I nod, and the pressure of our situation comes crashing back down on me. Darren kisses my forehead and walks me back to his car, where he opens my door. I’ll have to let Noelle know that Andy’s not the only gentleman left.
We drive to campus, and Darren pulls up to the driveway in front of my dorm. He leans over and kisses me goodnight. “I guess I’ll see you in class in the morning.”
“I’ll try not to stare too much,” I say with a smile.
“Same here.”
He pulls me in for another kiss, and in the streetlight I can see his eyes look more green today than brown.
Someone taps on Darren’s window, and we both jump. Professor Bellows is standing right outside the car, looking in on us.
“Fuck.” Darren takes a deep breath and lowers his window. “Good evening, Professor Bellows.”
“Darren.” She eyes me over her glasses. “Aren’t you in my English Composition class?”
I’m surprised she recognizes me with my eyes open. I slept through her class this afternoon. “Um…” That’s all I can say because I don’t want to implicate Darren. She obviously saw us kissing.
“That’s what I thought.” She shakes her head at Darren. “I’d so hoped you’d turn out differently,” she says and walks away, her heels clicking loudly against the pavement.
“Is she going to tell Monahan?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
Darren doesn’t even look at me. “You should go.”
“Darren.”
“Julia, please.” His voice is small and full of worry, so I touch his hand lightly and get out of the car. The second I shut the door, Darren speeds off. And I’m not sure if I’m ever going to see him again.
***
Noelle listens to me cry over Darren until well past three a.m. Finally, I collapse on my bed from exhaustion. When she wakes me for class in the morning, I debate skipping. I have no id ea if Bellows told Monahan yet or if Darren will show up for class. Not knowing is killing me.
“It will look worse if you don’t go,” Noelle says, sitting on the edge of her bed. Andy was nice enough to go back to his dorm last night after I got in, realizing I needed my best friend.
“If I go, Monahan is going to want to talk to me. He’s going to ask me what happened between Darren and me, and I’m going to lose it.” I start crying again. I’ve lived on campus for just over two months, and I’m about to be named the campus slut and take Darren’s reputation down
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