I got up from my comfy spot, and went into the shower. I didn’t actually miss Greg that much, but sometimes I would cry over him. He was cute, but I had to find someone else.
Once I got done in the shower, I got dressed, and headed to the breakfast table. I was so not ready for school.
“Ready for the first day of school?” Kelly asked.
“No.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I hate that school.”
“Why?”
What was this, twenty questions?
“Is it because Greg is there?” She asked.
“Sure.”
“Someone’s in a bad mood.” God, this girl won’t shut up!
“I’m just tired. I don’t want to talk.”
“OK.” She replied and continued her breakfast.
Kelly had gotten a pass last semester, so she could drive to school, I decided I was going to ride with her; she is such a good driver!
We arrived at school, and we entered the gym. A lot of people were there, and a lot were missing. As soon as we entered, the kids on our bus walked in. I hate all of them; there was only one kid that I don’t hate.
Larry…
“hey there.” I heard a voice say.
I snapped back into reality. Holy crap! I was OUT of it…but I did feel a little more creative.
I looked up to who talkie dot me, and it was Walter.
“Hey there.” I said and started to write. “I’m a little busy.”
“Writing the story that you might not finish?”
Well, that was rude!
But it’s the truth…
“You’re wrong. I will finish it. If you leave me alone.” I said and got back to work. I am a fast at typing, so I think I could finish it soon.
I got a 109% in Keyboarding…
He sat down in the seat across from me, and said, “When is it due?”
I looked at the time, and it made my heart jump.
Fifteen minuits!
SHIT!
And I’m only at 8,052 words now!
“it’s due in fifteen minuets, so I REALLY need to get to work.” I said and continued to write.
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“Miss Tiffamy, please tell me why your word count is only nine thousand, and not nine thousand and fine hundred.” My professor asked.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that—”
“No excuses! Next time that you don’t have your word count correct, I am going to fail you on this assignment.” He said and tossed the printed out piece of paper at me. “You are dismissed.”
My teacher is awaze like that. He is such a bitch, and I don’t think her has a soul at all.
Nah, he doesn’t…
“And another thing. This is some of the worst writing I have ever read. I would find a different writing style.” He said.
WHAT?!
What an ass hole!
“Yes sir.” I sand and walked out. I am trying my hardest to get an A on this assignment, but two things are blocking my way.
One: I’m not that into love
Two: I’m not that creative.
I could get some help from Walter…maybe…
Chapter 5
“OK, so what do you need help with?” Walter asked as he walked up to my desk.
“Well, I need help writing this story.” I said. “I’m not a creative person.”
“Well, the only thing that I can do is I could give you ideas. If I write a chapter for you, I would be considered a co-author, or a ghostwriter, and then I demand you would pay me.”
What?
ONLY IDEAS?!
“Fine.” I said and got up. “Can you read through and give suggestions?” I asked.
“Sure.” He said and sat down.
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It was a little while after he got done reading, and he got up and looked at me.
“I think your story is very interesting so far.” He said. “I think your writing style is EXCELENT, but one thing I would suggest is that the main character meets up with the kid she hates – whatever his name is – and she should get back together with him.”
Oh come on…
“The plot is for the main character to hate him.”
“Then how about a back story about that character?”
I can’t do this. That would mean I would have to restart the whole book, and possibly fail the class because of the word count.
Well, I think I’m goanna fail it anyway because the professor hates me…
“How about this. I will write you the back story, on ONE condition.”
That had me nerves.
“What is it?”
“I will teach you how to love.”
Jesus fuck!
This is life and death!
If I say no, I’ll have to drop out.
If I say yes, I would be distracted form my school work.
And THEN drop out from failing.
No matter what, I will still fail.
God I need to thing about this.
“I don’t know. Let me think about this for a while.” I said.
“I will start writing it, and if you say no, then I will self-publish it.” He said and sat down at his computer.
God, I need to rest on this…
Chapter 6
I woke up the next morning, EARLY, and got ready for class. I couldn’t take my mind off of the experience that happened last night. Like I said before, I think I might have to drop the class…
And drop out…
And live on the street…
Enough…
I dried off, and got on some cloths.
I headed over to my computer, and turned it on. I decided to light a scented candle, and put on some classical music.
Then I began to write.
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“Miss Tiffany, I’m glad you have gone beyond, but there is one thing that I think you need to add.” My teacher said after he read the paper.
“And that is?”
“A back story. If you don’t have it by next class, if will be failing you. This is a very important assignment because you will be publishing this piece and declaring your author wings.”
Oh wow…
A back story will fail me?
Cunt…
“Yes sir.” Is said and took my paper. I walked out of the classroom, and took a look at the story Walter gave me. I couldn’t use this! I mean, the writing style was great, but there was one problem. He had something in the header of the document.
Copyright © 2016 by Walter Keithern
Oh god…
How am I able to get this one?
I walked back to my dorm, and sat my stuff down on my desk.
“How was your class?” he asked. He was laying on his bed, on his phone.
“If I don’t have backstory, he’s failing me.” I replied.
“You do know, you can use mine, but you have to agree to my agreement.”
Shit…
I Can, but I don’t WANT to…
Do I really want to risk my say yes, fail the class, and drop out?
Well, I will be failing the class even if I say no…
Might as well do it with something I might enjoy…
“Honestly, I believe that I will fail the class.”
“Well, if you hand the paper into your professor tomorrow and you pass, I will teach you how to love someone. OK?”
Well, it’s worth a shot…
“I might as well let you help me.” I said. God, this is going to be a mistake.
He got up from his bed, and went to his computer. He printed out a copy of the manuscript, and said, “Here, you may use it.” But first, let me show you how a real man treats you.”
Here it comes…
Somwtimg told me I was ready for this. Something told me I wanted this…but my educational size told me to bitch slap him and run…
I could feel his hands go under my shirt, and snap off my bra. He let it drop to the groun
d, while his lips went closer to mine.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, his warm breath floating on my lips.
Fuck it.
“Make sweet love to me.” I said. I don’t care if this is abuse, I want him to love me.
My inner sex demon is coming out here…
He took off my shirt, letting my breasts be in the open air. My breasts just dangled there while he took off his shirt. Revealing his muscular chest, his six pack, and the body that will be making sweet love to me.
He laid his hands on my breasts, and started to kiss me. His kiss felt like it would suck my soul, but it also felt like my soul would kill me.
It’s bipolar.
His kiss sucked me into a felling in which I couldn’t get out of. It was like I was high. I have never smoked before, but I knew the feeling,
He soon took his hands off of my breasts, and put them on my butt and lifting me up off the ground. I sat there like I was sitting on a chair on his hands, and he placed me on the bed. He took off his belt, and pulled down his pants.
And surprisingly, he did the same to me.
I scooted back on the bed, while he scooted closer to me. I wanted this…
I wanted this now…
He put his hand down my panties, and before he stuck his finger inside me, we heard the door knock.
“Don’t come in!” Walter yelled as he got up from me. “Get some cloths on and pretend your doing homework!
And… I was back on earth…
I got on some cloths, and sat on my desk. I opened up my laptop, and he opened the door.
“Can I help you?” he asked. It was Kristy!
“Yeah, Tiffany forgot this.” she sand and handed me my laptop charger. “Why does it smell like sex in here?”
Oh shit…
“and you call me the whore.” She said and walked off.
I got up from my desk, and went out into the hall. “At least I’m living with someone!”
“I am too. My new boyfriend.”
“Girl! This is like the 10,000 one you have had ALL year! Fucking slut…”
I heard Walter walk up to me, and he said, “Hey, screw her. Who cares what she says.”
He’s right.
Who cares what a slut has to say…
I walked into the dorm, and went onto my computer. I could fell Walter behind me, and he said, “I think I’ll go to bed.”
I turned around, and said, “Goodnight.”
Chapter 7
I woke up the next morning and I got ready for my class. today was the day that I would either get my assignment in, or fail the class.
I hope I stay in…
I don’t think my parents would let me go back in the house…
I got dressed, and walked out of the dorm. I headed straight to the library, and I printed out what I had. Before I had gone to bed last night, I had put the documents together. Boy, will he be surprised that I got it done!
I can’t wait to see the look on his face!
When I was exiting the library, I walked down to my classroom. Once I arrived in the classroom, I headed up to my bitchey professor, and handed him my story.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“The back story, like you said.” I said.
He stared to read it, and soon, I saw a smile on his face. “This is EXCELENT! How long did it take you to do this?”
“All night.”
“Wow! How many words is it?”
“It’s about 10,000 words. Maybe more.”
He looked at me, and said, “Well, you’re beyond the required word count for the day. If you want to, there is a book that I am having you guys read. It’s a book called, “It Ends With Us” by Colleen Hoover. You are to read this book and understand what is to be for the next assignment.” He sand and handed me a copy of the book. “You can start reading it today, and there will be a quiz next class.”
Wait…
Is Colleen Hoover the author of Finding Cinderella?
Probably…
I loved that book, and I think I would love this one.
“I had read her “Finding Cinderella book as well.” I said.
“Oh! So you know her writing style!” he said. “Well, then you might enjoy this book. Let’s just say it’s a tear-jerker..”
Oh…
“Wow.” Was all I could say as I grabbed the book form him. “I will start reading it.”
I sat down in my desk, and opened up the book.
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“OK Class, your assignment for next time is to read the first chapter of this book.” He said as he showed the class the book. “We will be discussing it next time we meet. Before you leave, take one.”
Everybody got up from their desk, and grabbed one of the books, but I got up and left. I was already on chapter two. Not far, but not behind.
Just the way I like to be…
I decided to not go straight to my dorm, and I decided to go to the library and read on some more romance books. I decided to read H.M. Ward’s book, “Over You” because I have heard good things about that book.
As I was reading, I heard someone. “How did the paper go?”
Whoa…
Who was that?
I looked up from my spot, and noticed it was Walter. He sat in the seat next to me, instead of the seat in front of me.
“He was impressed.” I replied.
“Good.” He said and scooted closer to me. he cupped my chin with one hand, and placed the other hand on my cheek. He slowly scooted closer to my lips, landing a gentle kiss on my lips.
Why is he so into me?
Please don’t tell me…
He wants me only for sex…
God, I’ve had boys try and have sex with me, only to have them rejected by me because they only wanted sex…
I could soon feel his hand go down my pants, and into my panties.
“Ready to continue where we left off?”
“In the library?” I asked, shakiness in my voice.
“No, this is just a warm up.” He said and got up. “We’re going to the dorm.”
Chapter 8
We watered into our dorm, and when he shut the door, he took off his shirt. That time in the library…He was right…That was a warm up.
I want him…
He walked up to me, and did as he did before – grab me by my butt, and put me on the bed. he laid me down this time, and stared to take off his pants. I took off my shirt and my pants, and he got on top of me. He stared to make out with me. I just devoured his touch, every last bit of it. I have never been this into a man – not since high school, but that is another story.
He reached into my panted once again, and stuck his finger inside me. His finger pressed against my clitoris, and I moaned.
“Like this?” he asked.
“Yes.” I moaned. “Please!”
“Please what?” he asked.
OK, stop teasing me…
“Please! give me more!” I moaned.
He took his finger out of me, and took off my panties. He took off his underwear, revealing his…let’s just say his “thingy”.
I’d rather not describe it.
He climbed on top of me, and I spread my legs open, without even knowing it.
I could see him put something over his “thingy” and then rub something on it before he climbed on top of me.
And that’s when I lost my old friend.
Her name was virginity.
He inserted it inside of me, and I moaned with enjoyment, but sexual tension in my voice. With him inside of me made me feel high. I wasn’t on earth anymore, but I was in the sky. High in the sky.
All I could feel was joy, tension, bus most of all, love.
I barely come back to myself as he starts kissing my neck. I still can’t speak.
I feel his warm lips press gently against my hot skin. One of his hands is holding my cheek, the other around my waist. He lifts me off of him, making me gasp, and settles me on his lap and
holds me, so that I’m facing towards from him. He inserts him inside of me once again, making me moan.
He sits inside of me for a while. I wonder what he’s thinking. He leaves out of me, Walter takes me to the shower. He grabs my hand and we step into the steaming shower stall, the one where he just got out of. Using shower gel, Walter rubs his hands over my body and lathers me up. He then uses the shampoo and scrubs my hair. Before I know it, he pulls my body against his.
At that time, I am so turned on…
He steps out of the shower, with his face in his hands.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Walter smiles a fake smile that is obvious that he is sad, and says,
“Nothing.”
There is silence for the rest of the time.
We take turns rinsing off and get out. Walter hands me a fluffy white robe. I slip into it, and thank him. He nods and leaves me in the bathroom. Alone…
When I chaser after him, I notice he is wearing his clothes from earlier, with one exception—he’s also wearing shoes.
“Where are you going?” I asked. It’s none of my business, but what happened back there?
He doesn’t look at me. His movements are quick, like he wants to run from me. Walter walks across the room and opens the dorm door.
“You’re leaving?” I asked, closing the door and stepping in front of it.
I can’t believe this!
Walter looks at me for a full minute with a sad look on his face..
“Yes.” His voice is cold. “Step out of the way.”
“I can’t.” My voice catches in my throat. My inner demon is telling me that I’m going to regret this, that I need to step aside, but I don’t.
“Walter, please stay.”
An angry look crosses his face. My heart thumps hard in my chest, like before…but this time, in fear.
“I asked you to move. Don’t make me force you.”
I don’t move.
I can’t.
Not after what just happened a couple minuets ago.
Walter grabs my arm and pulls me aside. I expect him to walk through the door without a word, but he stops. His eyes meet mine, and there’s something he says…
“I thought I could do this, but... I can’t. It’s not you. I—” Dark lashes conceal his brown eyes. When he exhales, he looks like he just lost the war. Like he lost his love, and like his life is ruined. “I need to stop.”
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