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she have accepted a date from the star quarterback? The memory still
stung. She'd done it right in front of me.
"I'll
take the kitchen," I said.
"I'll
go around and check the backyard. Meet you out there," Clarity's father
said.
A
few students recognized me and cleared out as I headed down the narrow hallway
to the kitchen. That’s when she appeared. My stomach dropped like a bucket into
an empty well.
"Libby,"
I said.
"What
are you doing here? We're not getting back together." Libby Blackwell
tossed her bleached-blonde hair.
"We
were never together." I stopped dead in the hallway. Libby wouldn't move
and there was no way I was going to try to squeeze around her.
"You
know, even ex-boyfriends can be nice," Libby slurred. She stalked down the
narrow hallway. "Don't you want to be nice to me, Professor Bauer?"
She
swayed on spiky high heels and then threw herself into my arms. The sickly
sweet smell of rum erupted from her giggle.
"You
need to find your friends," I told her. "It's time for you to go home
and sober up."
"You
can take me home." She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder.
I
took her shoulders with both hands and set her back against the opposite wall
of the hallway. "Libby, this isn't okay. It never was. I made a mistake,
and I'll be the first to admit it."
"Want
me to tell your friend the Dean of Students?" she asked while batting her
eyelashes.
"Tell
whomever you want. Like I said, I made a mistake and I own it." Disgust
rolled around in my stomach.
Libby
Blackwell was the epitome of a privileged Landsman College student. Her parents
had more money than the government of a small country, and she knew it. Libby
flubbed her grades, flirted her way through projects, and expected that everything
would be fine on the other end.
When
I arrived on campus, I was angry. Angry with Wesley Barton for being a crook,
angry with a system that served the wealthiest, and angry at myself for not
knowing who to trust. Libby was wild, sexy, and an easy way for me to
self-sabotage. I never regretted anything more in my life.
The
worst part is she always threatened, but never told anyone. My department head,
Florence Macken, suspected our brief affair, but no one else knew. A few times
a year, I would run into Libby and she would try to trade sex for silence. I
knew I should be the one to approach the Honor Council and be done with the
whole sordid affair, but I had tried uncovering the truth once and still felt
the burn.
"Hey,
Red," I called at the tall football player down the hallway. "Come
help us out."
"What's
up Prof?" he asked.
"Libby
here needs a safe chaperone home. That means you find her friends and get them
all home together. You got me? None of the girls go off on their own." I
caught him in a stare that made beads of sweat pop out on his
strawberry-colored hairline.
"You
got it. Operation Gentleman." The football player gathered a giggly Libby
under his arm and boomed down the hallway. "Ashley, Farah, time to get
your girl home!"
I
swore if I couldn't find Clarity, then I would confront Dean Dunkirk with my
indiscretion. He would help me face the right consequences and put my
mistake-ridden past behind me.
The
glimmer of redemption sent me striding down the hallway and into the kitchen,
just in time to see Adam try to kiss Clarity. I jumped back into the shadowy
hallway and clenched my fists.
"Adam,
stop. This was supposed to just be a casual date." I heard Clarity trying
to keep her voice light. She pushed the tall quarterback on the chest but he
didn't step back.
"Come
on, you can't say you're not attracted to me," Adam leaned in again.
"But
I can say ‘no.’ Do I have to say it again?" Clarity asked.
"Uh
huh," Adam nodded and reached out to grip her shoulders.
Before
I launched myself at the unsuspecting kid, Clarity took care of the overeager
football player herself. She hooked a foot around his ankle and gave his chest
another hard shove. The shocked quarterback stumbled back and plopped
stung. She'd done it right in front of me.
"I'll
take the kitchen," I said.
"I'll
go around and check the backyard. Meet you out there," Clarity's father
said.
A
few students recognized me and cleared out as I headed down the narrow hallway
to the kitchen. That’s when she appeared. My stomach dropped like a bucket into
an empty well.
"Libby,"
I said.
"What
are you doing here? We're not getting back together." Libby Blackwell
tossed her bleached-blonde hair.
"We
were never together." I stopped dead in the hallway. Libby wouldn't move
and there was no way I was going to try to squeeze around her.
"You
know, even ex-boyfriends can be nice," Libby slurred. She stalked down the
narrow hallway. "Don't you want to be nice to me, Professor Bauer?"
She
swayed on spiky high heels and then threw herself into my arms. The sickly
sweet smell of rum erupted from her giggle.
"You
need to find your friends," I told her. "It's time for you to go home
and sober up."
"You
can take me home." She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder.
I
took her shoulders with both hands and set her back against the opposite wall
of the hallway. "Libby, this isn't okay. It never was. I made a mistake,
and I'll be the first to admit it."
"Want
me to tell your friend the Dean of Students?" she asked while batting her
eyelashes.
"Tell
whomever you want. Like I said, I made a mistake and I own it." Disgust
rolled around in my stomach.
Libby
Blackwell was the epitome of a privileged Landsman College student. Her parents
had more money than the government of a small country, and she knew it. Libby
flubbed her grades, flirted her way through projects, and expected that everything
would be fine on the other end.
When
I arrived on campus, I was angry. Angry with Wesley Barton for being a crook,
angry with a system that served the wealthiest, and angry at myself for not
knowing who to trust. Libby was wild, sexy, and an easy way for me to
self-sabotage. I never regretted anything more in my life.
The
worst part is she always threatened, but never told anyone. My department head,
Florence Macken, suspected our brief affair, but no one else knew. A few times
a year, I would run into Libby and she would try to trade sex for silence. I
knew I should be the one to approach the Honor Council and be done with the
whole sordid affair, but I had tried uncovering the truth once and still felt
the burn.
"Hey,
Red," I called at the tall football player down the hallway. "Come
help us out."
"What's
up Prof?" he asked.
"Libby
here needs a safe chaperone home. That means you find her friends and get them
all home together. You got me? None of the girls go off on their own." I
caught him in a stare that made beads of sweat pop out on his
strawberry-colored hairline.
"You
got it. Operation Gentleman." The football player gathered a giggly Libby
under his arm and boomed down the hallway. "Ashley, Farah, time to get
your girl home!"
I
swore if I couldn't find Clarity, then I would confront Dean Dunkirk with my
indiscretion. He would help me face the right consequences and put my
mistake-ridden past behind me.
The
glimmer of redemption sent me striding down the hallway and into the kitchen,
just in time to see Adam try to kiss Clarity. I jumped back into the shadowy
hallway and clenched my fists.
"Adam,
stop. This was supposed to just be a casual date." I heard Clarity trying
to keep her voice light. She pushed the tall quarterback on the chest but he
didn't step back.
"Come
on, you can't say you're not attracted to me," Adam leaned in again.
"But
I can say ‘no.’ Do I have to say it again?" Clarity asked.
"Uh
huh," Adam nodded and reached out to grip her shoulders.
Before
I launched myself at the unsuspecting kid, Clarity took care of the overeager
football player herself. She hooked a foot around his ankle and gave his chest
another hard shove. The shocked quarterback stumbled back and plopped
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