He peeked his eye open and was met with my smirking face. I shook my head and starting walking towards my class, but I whispered, “Game on.” I didn’t look back at his face because I don’t think I could play this indifference look for much longer.
I got in class on time and spotted Stella two rows back from the podium. The little over achiever actually loved sitting in the first row and answering every single question, while I liked to sit in the back row and be unnoticeable. Somehow we compromised on the second row, but to be honest, Stella once again got her way and just threw me a bone by moving one row back.
I swear I have the worst luck in the world because as soon as I looked at the door I just came in, I locked eyes with Chanel. To make it even worse, Jude was right behind her. The ice queen looked down at me and said, “Oh my God, is that you foster? Never mind it has to be you, seeing as you’re wearing the same ratty sneakers from back in high school.” Really? What the fuck did I do in this life that I can’t just have a normal day where my past doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass. She just couldn’t walk by and ignore me like most people do.
“Wow, I’m surprised you were able to see my shoes since your head was permanently stuck in every guys’ lap. How’s your jaw doing?” I hated this side of me, even though the bitch deserves it, I can’t stand how nasty I can get.
“Look at that Jude, foster grew a back bone since the last time we seen each other. You might want to switch classes, I heard this professor isn’t as old as the men you prefer.” The bitch flipped her hair and gave me that victory smile while Jude wouldn’t even look at me. The asshole didn’t even show any emotion when she was calling me foster. I remember when one boy at Lincoln Academy called me foster and when Jude found out, the boy never looked in my direction again and no one dared to call me it.
“Shut up. You know that’s not true you bitch.” Stella hissed at her. I didn’t say anything else, but just stared off while flashbacks of Mr. Montgomery on top of me replayed in my head.
“Let’s go.” Jude shook his head and guided Chanel up the stairs to the back of the class.
I felt my throat tightening up from being overwhelmed from everything this past weekend to now. I grabbed my bag and rushed towards the door. As soon as I opened it, I crashed into the professor. We ended up falling on the floor with him on top of me. What a great first impression.
“Look she’s at it again!” Chanel couldn’t keep her mouth closed for the life of her. The whole class started laughing besides Stella and Jude.
The professor cleared his throat and by god was he the hottest professor I ever had. Add this to the list of shit things happening to me today. I mumbled, “ I’m sorry” and ran out the door. I pray he’ll chalk it up to first day jitters.
Chapter Fourteen
Jude
I knew Madison had English II because Stella was talking about it to Ezra. I didn’t need to take this course, but I knew you keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. I needed to keep telling myself that I didn’t take it to see her. I hoped the more I repeat it, the more I will believe it.
When I saw her in the hall way, she was staring directly at me and by the look on her face I could tell she needed to say something. I wasn’t in the mood to hear what she had to say, so I grabbed Chanel. That was a mistake I knew I would pay later. Chanel had it in her head that we were a couple, when it all reality we only hooked up a few times. I told her time and time again that it was just sex, but she thinks she will be the one to finally change my ways. I don’t do girlfriends because the one girl I gave my heart to shattered it. I rather stab myself in the heart than ever feel that again.
I devoured Chanel like I was crazy for her, but hated every second of it. I figured she’s a jealous bitch, so maybe she can break Madison and my hands will be clean. When I felt Madison stop, I figured I’d see hurt or jealousy, not a fucking smirk. The little shit actually smirked at me and I swear I heard her mumble game on. As soon as she walked away, my dick got hard from her challenging me, but than I remembered Chanel was sucking my face off and it deflated.
I followed Chanel in and I was surprised she stopped in front of Madison. I didn’t think Chanel saw or heard Madison before, but maybe she did. As soon as Chanel called her foster, I wanted to tear her down like I would in the past to anyone who dared to call Madison that. I decided to stay silent because this what I wanted Chanel to do. Right?
I was shocked to hear Chanel accuse Madison of sleeping with her teacher and then Madison not even denying it. I schooled my face and told Chanel,
