Page 8 of Broken Beauty

My eyes can't help but look at Mr. Locke's, also known as Liam.

I was in his class a few semesters ago.

I chose to take his class because it said on the Rate My Professor website that he gives out extra credit. The thing I didn't know is that his “extra credit” was to give him a blow job in return for those points.

He asked me if I wanted to do it, I told him I wasn’t interested and then I would just sit in the back of the class until the semester was over. I never spoke a word about that day because I was afraid of what would happen if I were to tell someone.

He asked me a few more times before the semester ended and for some reason, I still didn’t mention it to anyone.

I don’t want him to lose his job because of me.

Let’s just hope this year it doesn’t happen again.

The only reason I am in his class this semester is because Bridgette didn't want to be alone in this class. We both needed another psychology class and his class had two seats left so I joined Bridgette.

“Can you get your head out of the clouds?” Bridgette says and I look away from Liam and focus my attention on her.

More students start to walk into class and Bridgette starts talking about how I barely called or texted her this summer while she was in London.

I know that she met a boy but she doesn't want to tell me about him. It's not unusual for her because Bridgette doesn't like talking about boys she likes with me or anyone.

She's shy about boys and I get that.

“As most of you know my name is Liam Locke but you can call me Mr. or Professor Locke. This class is a Psych 2 class. So if you didn't sign up for this class then I suggest you leave or come talk to me after class about signing up.” Only one person leaves and Liam starts talking again but my attention gets pulled away from him when I see familiar dark brown eyes enter the room.

Last time I saw him was a few weeks before classes started. The words between us were filled with hate.

He found out who I was and from then, things between us changed.

Ash has issues. I won't ever forget about that.

So that's why after everything that happened, I stayed far away from him because I will only end up getting hurt.

“Damn,” Bridgette whispers. “Who is that?”

Ash Jones.

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Ariella

Summer

I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach as I wait for Ash's text saying that he's outside.

It's hard not to feel excited or nervous when an attractive guy is going to take you out and make you experience things.

Ash: I'm outside.

I practically jump off my bed and run out of my house.

When I walk outside I see Ash leaning against midnight black motorcycle as he holds a helmet in his hand with a straight face while he looks around the street, at all of the other houses.

As I walk towards Ash, I admire him.

He is wearing an off white shirt with black trousers and then white shoes. I try not to stare at his biceps too much and how they bulge out of his shirt.

His hair isn't styled, just like how it was a few nights ago.