Sweet Love (The Sweet Love Saga #1) (2 page)

Chapter 3

The next day I was sitting in my creative writing class. We were working on our story, and everybody else was about fifteen thousand words in.

I only had five thousand…Well, before the class had begun…

We were working on it and now I had eight thousand…

The teacher walked around to look at our work, and when he noticed mine, he said, “Tiffany, why are you a little behind?”

“This assignment is a little hard for me.” I replied.

“Well, this is an assignment that is twenty-five percent of you grade.” He said. “if you need any help, you could go to the library and read some books. There are a lot of books there that have to deal with romance.” He said and walked off.

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When the class came to an end, I walked out of the classroom, and walked to the mailboxes that we had. I had a letter from administration.

Dear Tiffany Warus,

Your recent request to switch dorms has been approved by the admissions. In this envelope is a key to your new dorm. It is

102 A

Please contact us to help with the moving.

Thanks,

Admisions

Wow! I couldn’t believe it! They actually agreed with me! Well, I
did
put down that my roommate was having sex on my bed, so that probably did it.

When I got back to my dorm, I sat my stuff on my chair, and called the number.

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Well, it’s official, I am moved out!

They had taken all of the furniture to the new dorm while I had done homework on Kristy’s desk, and when they said they were done, I scrambled the halls, till I found the room.

I walked into the dorm, and noticed that my stuff was all in there, along with Walter’s stuff.

This is not good…

If I fall in love with him, I will not finish my degree and move on.

If I don’t fall in love with him, I will end up doing it anyway.

This is hard…

“hey new roommate.” I heard Walter say from behind me. I looked behind me, and saw his face.

“So, you were the roommate they told me about.” He said.

Wait…

They TOLD him about?

“What do you mean?” I asked suspicious.

“Well, they told me I’m getting a roommate, but it was going to be a surprise.” He said. “Did they move all of your stuff?”

“Yea.” I said. I walled in with my things, and sat them on my bed. My desk was right beside his desk, and my bed was on the oher side of his.

“OK, just some ground rules. There will be NO sexual activity, there will be no love at ALL. We will just be friends, and that’s that.” I said, sassy.

“I can agree to that, but you’ll change your mind after living with me.” He said and walked over to his desk. He turned on his laptop, and stared to do a paper.

“What do you mean by
that?
” I asked.

“Well, I am the type of guy that makes a girl have an orgasm when they sleep with me. I don’t think you make an exception.”

Oh god…

Is he a whore?

Whatever he is, there better be no sexual actions…

Chapter 4

The next morning

I woke up in my bed, and Walter was gone. I think he had classes already, so I had some time to get ready…in privacy!

I got into the shower, and when I was done, I got dressed. Nothing special, just some tight jeans, a pink T-Shirt, and a cute belt.

Classy!

When I was done, I grabbed my things, and headed to the library to continue on my story. I had about an hour until the class started, so I might as well do some homework.

Once I got to the library, I brought out my computer, and started to do my homework.
My
professor was expecting us to have close to 9,500 words due in one hour, but I only had 7,482.

I better get to work…

But there was one problem…I didn’t feel that creative.

At ALL…

Great…

Thinking of what I should do, I just decided to re-read what I had in part of the first chapter.

Chapter 1

I knew I was dreaming.

The reason I knew was because I was standing in the middle of a house, and I wasn’t sure which one, and I didn’t know who I was.

I walked around the house, and I saw someone who I now hate.

Greg!

“Lisa?” I heard a voice.

It wasn't Greg, who called my name. We both turned to see what that noise was from. I didn't have to look to know who it was; this was a voice I would know 24/7. The voice I loved. The voice I adored, and the voice I would die for.

Kelly.

I didn’t know what she was doing in my dream, but she better leave!

“LISA!” She yelled and I woke up.

I had woken up to a bad stage in REM, but it was worth not seeing Greg.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered.

I had totally forgotten that today was my birthday! It was January eighth, and usually school starts January seventeenth. Sadly, they had to build in a snow day.

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.

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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 ground, 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.”