Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
It might seem odd, but we ended up keeping one copy of both the videos Justin had of us. I mean, yeah, maybe it’s weird, but how many people have a freaking video of themselves losing their virginity? Now how many of those people have a video of themselves losing their virginity to their professor?
Exactly.
We rarely ever watch them, and most of the time they just stay on their USB drive in a safe in Porter’s office, but sometimes, we watch them just to relive that first night.
Officially, I’m “dating” Beckett. I mean, it makes sense, right? The head cheerleader and the star quarterback? It’s like teen movie come to life, and to the rest of the school, it’s just an eventuality they were just waiting to see happen. So, yeah, I’m dating Beckett, and it just happens to be that Porter chaperones a lot of our dates.
Porter still teaches at Winchester. He does love his job, after all, and I definitely love the thrill I get literally every time I walk into his classroom and sit down at the front of the class. Amazingly, I’m still acing math and stats too—and yes, I’m really pulling A’s, he’s not just giving them to me because at night I’m riding his cock. But there are definitely days when it’s hard as hell to concentrate on the lesson when all I can think about is how my hot professor came in my ass the night before. Or how he licked my clit until I exploded in his car in the school parking lot in-between classes earlier that day.
Yeah, “scandalous” doesn’t even begin to cover the nature of our relationship.
And of course, when I’m not sneaking around with Porter, I’m very openly having fun with my other boyfriend, Beck. We’ve become “that” annoying couple who’s always making out against the lockers when you’re trying to get your books for third period. Or groping each other in the lunchroom. That annoying girlfriend who runs out onto the field when her boyfriend wins the division football championship and throws herself into his muscular, sweaty arms? Yeah, that’s me too.
Deal with it.
And so, I got them both, and it couldn’t be better. Most people wouldn’t get it, and that’s just fine, because we keep it to ourselves. Well, ourselves and Ana, and eventually, even Oliver. I mean, it makes sense for the two biggest scandal stories of Winchester to get dinner altogether from time to time, right?
But then, we didn’t end up being the only scandals, or at least would-be scandals if anyone found out, at Winchester. Not by a freaking mile. There’s the whole thing with Ramona. I mean that was maybe even more scandalous than me dating my professor and the star quarterback. And of course, the big scandal with Waverly, Vice Principal Owens’s daughter. Oh, right, not to mention the big story with the gorgeous and dominant Principal Kane.
…Yeah, you know what? Me and Beck and Porter, and Ana and Oliver? We’re just the tip of the “scandalous and inappropriate” iceberg at Winchester Academy. Trust me on that. But, all of those stories belong to other people—people with their own dramas, and demons, and feelings, and believe me, I’m the last one to judge someone on being drawn to someone they shouldn’t be.
As for us? Well, we’ve got each other. Beckett and I are looking at the same colleges for next year, and some of them are even looking for a new statistics professor. Logic says this shouldn’t work. Logic says we should devolve into infighting and jealousy. But sometimes, the world defies logic. And almost all the time, so does love.
Trust me on that.
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The End.