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In fact, I’m quite looking forward to it.

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CORA

I’m exhausted walking into school. Despite sleeping better than I have in a long time, I feel so drained. My throat hurts, my eyes and nose still sting, there are bruises on my hips and a soreness between my legs that makes me blush to think about.

If I’m this sore after a couple of fingers in me, what the hell will it feel like after taking a cock?

“Good morning, Cora,” Mr. Marx calls across the hallway as I race to class. I don’t want to be late, but I grind to a halt and give him a polite smile.

“Good morning, Sir.” He smirks at my words, making me frown.What did I say?“I guess it’s a good sign that you came back for a second day?” I joke.

He chuckles. “It’ll take more than hormonal teenage girls to scare me away. Tell me…do you scare easily, Cora?”

What a strange question. I laugh awkwardly, but thankfully I’m saved from having to answer by the bell ringing. “Better get to class, I don’t want to be late.”

I turn and race away toward Lizzy, who’s at the far end of the corridor, waving to me like a loon.

“Hey girl, what did Mr. Mc Hot Stuff want?” she asks, waggling her eyebrows at me.

I frown.She thinks Mr. Marx is hot? Is he?“Umm, he was just saying hi,” I reply, distracted. I swear I just saw Slater’s car leaving the parking lot, but why would he be here? And if he was, he could have offered me a lift again.

He’s acting so strange lately.

“Earth to Cora? Hello?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Come on, Cor. We’re going to be late. You sure are acting strange lately,” Lizzy says, echoing my own thoughts about Slater.

As we walk to class, I’m so distracted that I walk into the back of a jock. He’s wearing a football uniform, and smells like sweat.

“Shit, my bad,” I mumble, backing up to go around him, when the beast whirls on me.

“Watch it,” when he sees it’s me, he sneers. “Slater’s bitch sister,” he scoffs, stepping into me, his friends closing in at his sides.

“Fuck off, Steven!” Lizzy snaps, practically hissing at the jock asshole.

“No, I don’t think I will. You know, your brother was such a fucking dickhead. Walking around here like he was better than the rest of us. Just like you. You think you’re too good for us, huh?” His size is intimidating, but his aggressive demeanor is equally frightening.

“There a problem here?” a deep, angry voice cuts through the tension, and I take the opportunity to retreat.

Lizzy grabs my arm and yanks me away, as Mr. Marx steps between me and the aggressive jocks.

“No, sir,” I mumble, because even though they deserve it, I don’t want to make a scene and get the beloved school jocks into trouble. It would turn this whole school against me. No, thanks.

“Don’t lie to me,” he snaps, turning away from the jocks just long enough to scold me. “I watched them harass you.”

“Everything is fine here, Mr. Marx. Cora and I were just talking,” Steven says with a smirk, but Mr. Marx seems unconvinced.

“About what?”

“About her sense of direction. She stumbled a bit, and I was just giving her a hand.”

“Are you sure you weren’t bitching about her stepbrother?” Mr. Marx lifts a brow.

“Not at all.” Steven shoots our teacher a phony grin, and Mr. Marx steps into him.

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