Even if he didn’t have his hand clamped tightly over my mouth, I don’t think that I would have been able to answer. As much as I had wanted to run just a few minutes before, my body has completely betrayed me. I know that I shouldn’t be doing this, and I certainly shouldn’t give Quinn what he wants, but I can’t seem to help myself.
I have to stop this.
As turned on as I am right now, a jolt of fear tears through my body. I shouldn’t be doing this right now. All it’s going to do is make it harder for me to make it through the rest of the year and make it easier for him to torment me.
Without thinking about the repercussions, I bite down.
Hard.
“Fuck!” Quinn immediately lets go of my leg and shoves me back, pushing me as hard as he can into the wall. He tries to pull his finger from my mouth but I bite down harder, wanting to get my point across.
I don’t want to bite it off or anything, but I need him to know that this has to stop.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Fucking cannibal!” He shoves me again and this time I open my mouth, letting his finger out with a pop.
But not before I taste blood.
I didn’t break his finger, I don’t think anyway, but I bit down hard enough to break the skin. His blood is warm and bright in my mouth and I turn and spit, the red splattering against the floor.
Quinn is looking at me with a mixture of horror and hate on his face. I can’t see the damage that I did to his finger because he has it held tight in his other hand. Drops of blood drip out from between his fingers and fall to the floor.
“You’re crazy.”
I spit again, this time at his feet. There’s less blood in my mouth this time but it still sprays on his shoes.
“You’ve lost your fucking mind.” For the first time since I’ve met him, Quinn seems almost scared of me. It gives me a thrill to think that I may actually have some power over him, no matter how I got it.
I don’t know what to say to him. It’s been hell since I came to Trinity Prep. Instead of answering him, I bend over, laughing. My laughter echoes down the empty hall. From my bent-over position, I can see him slowly backing up.
“You know what, Abigail? You fucked up. You thought that you were going to be able to survive the rest of the year here? Any chance that you had of that is gone. Gone! I was one of the only people who was willing to protect you, and now? Now you’re on your own.”
“Yeah, you just wanted to protect me so you could take my virginity.” I scowl at him as he straightens up and lets go of his finger, dropping his hand to his side. It drips constantly and slowly, creating an ever-growing puddle on the floor.
“With a mouth like that I’m hard pressed to believe that you actually are a virgin. Maybe Alice is right. Maybe you are just a whore.”
He turns and is gone before I can think of something to say to that. I’m not a whore, right?
But then why do I want him so badly?
Chapter Fourteen
Sliding into my seat in Professor Thiel’s class Monday morning, I get the feeling that something is wrong. I managed to make it into the room without making eye contact with Quinn, but even though I avoided him all weekend, I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my head.
Rather than risking being in the art department at the same time that Quinn was, I snuck down into it each night after everyone had gone back to bed. This means that I’m exhausted right now, but it also means that I got in a few hours without worrying about running into another student.
Professor Thiel looks unusually serious this morning. I can easily see why so many of the girls here fawn over him, but he definitely has his favorites. I’m not one of them, but the local god is, of course.
“Quinn. Would you mind to come up here and help me pass out the tests?” As soon as the words were out of Professor Thiel’s mouth, I feel myself start to panic.
I was so careful this weekend to make sure that I had time to paint that I didn’t remember there was going to be a test today. In fact, I’m not sure that I ever knew that there was going to be a test.
Raising my hand, I wait until the professor turns to look at me. “Abigail. Is there a problem?”
I nod and flip to my syllabus. “I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t have anything on the syllabus about a test, so I didn’t know that I needed to study.”
He stares at me for a moment and then turns to Madeline. “Dear, would you mind to show Abigail the corrected syllabus?”
She flips open her notebook and then turns it so that I can see it. It’s clear on the page that we have a test today, but that’s not the information that I have on my syllabus. My face starts to burn and I bite my lower lip to keep my composure.
“I don’t have the correct syllabus then.” My heart drops as I think about what that means.
Professor Thiel rolls his eyes. “And I imagine that you’re going to tell me that someone stole your syllabus and replaced it with the wrong one, am I right?”
That’s exactly what I was thinking, but when he says it like that, it does sound a bit ridiculous. I don’t respond and he crosses the room in big steps, grabbing my notebook and turning it so that
