Page 7 of Hello Kitten

My scream is muffled as I press my face into my pillow even harder.

Beth sighs. “Just transfer out of the class.”

“I need it to graduate. I checked,” I mumble against the pillow. “If I want to follow my plan, I need a set of classes to graduate. With one of them, I can only enterifI finish Lit onewithDr. Hayes.”

She watches me for a long moment, and I can see the gears turning in her head as her jaw ticks. “What?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Okay, then forget it ever happened.”

“Yeah, easier said than done when I have to see him three times a week. Maybe it will magically get less awkward. If he keeps being the cool professor, I’ll forget how he held me against his wall,” I grumble.

She rubs the back of her neck and sets her strawberry blonde hair free. “I mean, go out. Get laid, clean your palate or something. Come on, it’s Friday.”

That’s not the worst idea. It’s been five days since I first saw Dr. Hayes, three awkward classes where I barely managed to slip away before he tried tokeepme and talk to me. I can’t keep living like a fugitive for three hours a week.

“You want to go out again? After what happened last time?” I ask.

“Well one, it’s a Friday, not a Sunday, so we’ll probably see some people our own age,” she hints.

I huff and sit up.

“Not your cup of tea, but it might clear him from your mind. You’re the one who says getting under someone else will change your mind on someone from your past. Put that idea to work,” Beth says as if it’s obvious.

It’s not the worst idea. “So, just get all dressed up, go out, drink, and fuck someone else?”

“Someone who doesn’t go to our school, ideally,” she jokes.

I roll my eyes, not even wanting to get into someone else’s bed. “Fine, are you letting Danielle know?” I sigh and get up to search my closet for something to wear.

“I’ll text her,” Beth says as my fingers glide over the dresses and linger on a cute pink one.

Peeling it from the hanger, I change out of my jeans and simple top and slide into the dress as Beth brushes through her hair and wiggles into cut off denim shorts and a tube top.

With that, we go to a local college bar. We start with drinking, since that’s clearly the first solution, then we move to dancing. I giggle as we show off our worst moves, then our best. I grindagainst my best friend, then Danielle joins us, rubbing against me and Beth until Beth is stolen away by a guy.

She giggles and happily dancing with him. I get another drink, wanting to forget about everything.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I pull it out. The screen lights up and a text fromStallionfills my screen.

Shit. Why ishetexting me?

Where are you?

Where am I? Why the fuck does he care? As I lock the screen, it buzzes again. Another text pops up, my brows crease together.

You aren’t at your dorm.

What?! Is he at my dorm? He shouldn’t be there!

Unlocking my screen, I quickly type a reply.

Leave me alone!

He shouldn’t be texting me and I fear as the alcohol buzzes under my skin, I’ll do something I regret. And it seems, I already do as my thumbs work quicker than my mind.

You just had to be my professor. I’m so pissed at you!

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