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Authors: I. H. Schrauth

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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.

“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.”

Walter’s hand slips off mine, and he turns away without another word. I want to stop him, but I’m in a fucking robe. Who would he do this.

I soon see him walk out of the dorm, and through the hallway.

chapter 9

I got on some cloths after that. Why on earth would he do such a thing? I mean, I thought he was in love with me and was going to teach me love. Was I wrong?

Was he only into me for sex?

I walked out of the dorm, and tried to find where he was. He wasn’t in the cafeteria, me wasn’t in the computer lab, but he was in the lodge area.

With his hands on his face.

Crying.

I rushed up to him, and said, “Hey, are you OK?”

He looked up at me with those red eyes, and said with a sniff, “I’m sorry for that. I just need some time alone.” I could tell that he was stuck at the back of his mind, and I wanted to rescue him.

I know I couldn’t.

I know I can’t.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.

“No, just leave me be.” He said and turned his face.

I got up from my seat, and headed back to my dorm. I knew there was noting I could do, except leave him with his thoughts.

I walked into my dorm, and looked at his desk. There was something that shocked me.

A letter.

A letter that looked like it was from a family member.

Should I look at it?

Maybe…

I walked over to his desk, and took a look at his letter

It wasn’t good…

To who it concerns.

I tell you what, it was fun doing what we did in the bedroom, but I think we have to move on. What you had said to me was just cruel and harsh. Calling me fat. Calling me a slut. You know what, YOU’RE the slut! YOU’RE the fat one! I can’t take it anymore! I mean, I don’t want to take this abuse! I’m leaving you. Not for a little while, but for GOOD! I’ve had it! It’s tearing me apart that you’re abusing me like this!

Yea, we had good times, but I fell you just wanted me for sex! Find another woman!

We’re done,

Karen Marcus

So that is why he left and he was crying.

And this was recent too. It was dated for July 18, 2016

The tears were driving off my face. Why would he do such a thing? I mean, he seems like a nice guy.

You what they say, you can’t judge a book by its cover.

I sat the letter back where it was, and went to bed. I mean, there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t talk to him, because

A) he is in a lot of pain

B) I might say something about the letter.

How long has he had that letter?