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noticed that he still looked as somber then as he did at the bonfire.
“You’re going to be okay,” came from his lips, but the words sounded so far away.
And then it all went dark again.
Ten
A little over a week later, on a Monday, I was sitting in Psychology class. My head still slightly hurt from the concussion, but I was fine. Sabrina, not so much. Her nose and wrist were broken, her car was totaled, and she was charged with drunk driving. Since Officer Miller was the only sober person at my dad’s party, when my dad received the call from the first responders on scene that recognized me, Officer Miller got there right away. My dad phoned my mom and they all met at the hospital, including Sabrina’s parents.
I obviously couldn’t make it to work that night. They kept both Sabrina and me for observation. I phoned Rosie on Sunday, and she assured me that, once I was released, my spot on the stage was still secure. There were actually a few customers that had returned in search of me. So, two nights later, I was back on the stage, pretending to be that confident girl named Ginger. But just like Cinderella's carriage at midnight, at three in the morning, I turned back into that petite, redheaded, insecure girl, wearing sweats and climbing into her boyfriend’s pickup truck to make the trip back to Indiana.
The money was great. Tyler was even better. Ginger had not only changed the state of my bank account but she had changed my boyfriend’s approach as well. He was either more attracted to her, threatened by her, or all of the above. Whatever it was, he was being lead to have meaningful conversations, hold me as we watched movies, and fuck me with more passion than he ever had before.
My days had been filled with quality time with Tyler and, by swinging on that pole until I was dizzy, my tuition was out of the red. Yet and still, Justin crept into my mind. I still missed the intimacy and romantic gestures throughout the day. I missed him, but his continued distance was proof that he was obviously a fraud and was gone.
I was yanked out of my thoughts when the sound of heavy thuds invaded them. Class was over. Book bags were being thrown over shoulders, and there was a stampede down the lecture hall steps.
“Karrie, can I talk to you?”
The look in Professor Spencer’s face wasn’t good. By all means, he looked good. It was hard not to stare at a fit physique that was being snugly hugged by dress slacks and a dressy tee. His walk was so slow and strong, each step taking a breath away.
Despite looking good, his expression was stern, so I feared the worst.
“Su…sure.” I stumbled over words as I gathered my books and threw them into my book bag. Many of the students were now gone. I stood, pretending that I wasn’t intimidated by the way his grey eyes, similar to the color of storm clouds, burned a hole into me.
As I descended the lecture hall steps, he ascended them. Once we met, he stood close, so close that it surprised me. He sat on the arm of one of the lecture hall seats at the end of the nearest row. He looked up at me. That small submissive gesture made me feel inappropriate things in inappropriate places.
“Is everything okay?”
I was caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
“You’re unfocused,” he said as he folded his arms, causing his chest to flex. “I notice in class that you’re spaced out. You’re not here.”
I quieted, overcome with guilt.
“Your grades are slipping.”
I bit my lip with disappointment and tried desperately to avoid those eyes so that I could think like a normal human being.
“I’m not posting the grades for last Friday’s midterm until this Friday. But you failed, Karrie.”
“Shit,” was the one word that I was finally able to formulate.
“You’re a good student, Karrie. You don’t fail. Whatever is happening outside of this door that is causing you to now fail, fix it. It can’t be more important than your degree.”
I thought
“You’re going to be okay,” came from his lips, but the words sounded so far away.
And then it all went dark again.
Ten
A little over a week later, on a Monday, I was sitting in Psychology class. My head still slightly hurt from the concussion, but I was fine. Sabrina, not so much. Her nose and wrist were broken, her car was totaled, and she was charged with drunk driving. Since Officer Miller was the only sober person at my dad’s party, when my dad received the call from the first responders on scene that recognized me, Officer Miller got there right away. My dad phoned my mom and they all met at the hospital, including Sabrina’s parents.
I obviously couldn’t make it to work that night. They kept both Sabrina and me for observation. I phoned Rosie on Sunday, and she assured me that, once I was released, my spot on the stage was still secure. There were actually a few customers that had returned in search of me. So, two nights later, I was back on the stage, pretending to be that confident girl named Ginger. But just like Cinderella's carriage at midnight, at three in the morning, I turned back into that petite, redheaded, insecure girl, wearing sweats and climbing into her boyfriend’s pickup truck to make the trip back to Indiana.
The money was great. Tyler was even better. Ginger had not only changed the state of my bank account but she had changed my boyfriend’s approach as well. He was either more attracted to her, threatened by her, or all of the above. Whatever it was, he was being lead to have meaningful conversations, hold me as we watched movies, and fuck me with more passion than he ever had before.
My days had been filled with quality time with Tyler and, by swinging on that pole until I was dizzy, my tuition was out of the red. Yet and still, Justin crept into my mind. I still missed the intimacy and romantic gestures throughout the day. I missed him, but his continued distance was proof that he was obviously a fraud and was gone.
I was yanked out of my thoughts when the sound of heavy thuds invaded them. Class was over. Book bags were being thrown over shoulders, and there was a stampede down the lecture hall steps.
“Karrie, can I talk to you?”
The look in Professor Spencer’s face wasn’t good. By all means, he looked good. It was hard not to stare at a fit physique that was being snugly hugged by dress slacks and a dressy tee. His walk was so slow and strong, each step taking a breath away.
Despite looking good, his expression was stern, so I feared the worst.
“Su…sure.” I stumbled over words as I gathered my books and threw them into my book bag. Many of the students were now gone. I stood, pretending that I wasn’t intimidated by the way his grey eyes, similar to the color of storm clouds, burned a hole into me.
As I descended the lecture hall steps, he ascended them. Once we met, he stood close, so close that it surprised me. He sat on the arm of one of the lecture hall seats at the end of the nearest row. He looked up at me. That small submissive gesture made me feel inappropriate things in inappropriate places.
“Is everything okay?”
I was caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
“You’re unfocused,” he said as he folded his arms, causing his chest to flex. “I notice in class that you’re spaced out. You’re not here.”
I quieted, overcome with guilt.
“Your grades are slipping.”
I bit my lip with disappointment and tried desperately to avoid those eyes so that I could think like a normal human being.
“I’m not posting the grades for last Friday’s midterm until this Friday. But you failed, Karrie.”
“Shit,” was the one word that I was finally able to formulate.
“You’re a good student, Karrie. You don’t fail. Whatever is happening outside of this door that is causing you to now fail, fix it. It can’t be more important than your degree.”
I thought
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