Page 10 of Broken Princess

Or she could just not give a fuck, and like most of the other girls on campus she’s satisfied with a scrap of attention from me. Doesn’t matter which one it is, as long as she’s willing to let me use her mouth and body any way I want.

I make small talk, asking all the right questions and comment on the assignment we have in our Interpersonal Communications class. Amber’s a talker once she gets comfortable, and I allow her to yammer on about what topic on the syllabus she’s most excited to learn about. The IC class is where I plan to put her interpersonal skills to good use.

At some point Amber leaves to meet up with friends, and I manage to look sad about her departure. I flash the smile that makes the ladies weak and casually mention seeing her in class tomorrow. Bella pounces on me the minute she’s gone.

“What the hell was that?”

I drum my fingers on the table, watching Amber walk away. “Don’t start working your fucking mouth Bella, unless it’s to drop to your knees right here.”

She folds her arms and sits back in her chair. “Oh please, as if I would ever.”

And I’d never actually let her. “I didn’t think so.” I look around the table. “Now, just to fill you all in. I want you to know, that I understand how problematic having Jordanna enrolled here is going to be. The game we played last semester would have sent any other student packing for an online university from the privacy of their bedroom. The school is being tight-lipped about why she’s still here, and we can’t rouse any suspicion by going on the attack. Not the way we did before.” I look at Bella and answer her question from before. “No, I don’t know if there’s a lawsuit pending. Until I can get some answers, we have to play this smart.”

“Why are you looking at me?” Her nails click against the table. “I did my part last semester.”

“You also sent those pics to Jordy’s ex, and I had to cobble the rest of my sculpture together, instead of finishing the masterpiece I envisioned.”

“It was supposed to be an insurance policy so he wouldn’t come here and try to get her back.”

That’s the lie she’s been telling this whole time. Oh, I believe it was an insurance policy, but I think she was hoping he’d show up sooner and convince Jordy to dump me for filming her without her consent, so I’d lose. I’m pissed I had to delete those files. They were hot enough to warrant a re-watch.

I get them all to agree to chill for now and leave for my studio, because I have some work to do.

Four

Jordanna

Kassidy, who’s a Psychology major with an International Studies and Linguistics minor, is in my Interpersonal Communications class. It’s also the class I share with Logan and the Bride of Chucky. Also known as Bella.

Kass and I grabbed breakfast from the cafe. It felt good to treat myself and not have to account for every penny I was spending for a change.

She’s telling me about the new guided therapy class her mother is launching in the summer and invites me to go to the island with her to be a part of the test group. I laugh off the suggestion. Soaking up the sun and hanging out with her and her parents was fun. I even took some yoga and relationship evaluation classes, which gave me the space I needed to admit just how angry and betrayed I feel. But, Iam nottest group sex therapy material. After what Logan put me through, I don’t think I’ll be ready to date again anytime soon. And IknowI’m not capable of casual sex.

I’m getting ready to tell her that last part when something catches my attention. Logan’s already here, sitting in the row he’s designated as his own, and today the seat on his right has a body in it. I’m not talking about one empty space between them either. He and the girl are sitting so close she might as well climb into his lap and reverse cowgirl him. Kassidy squeezes my shoulder and guides me to our seats when my steps falter at the threshold of the lecture hall.

“Don’t even sweat that shit, Jordanna.” She whispers in my ear. “You already knew Logan was a whore. At least now, he’s not trying to manipulate you by hiding it.”

No, he’s not hiding it. What heisdoing is tugging on his seat mate’s shirt, looking inside it. His royalwhore-nessis proudly on display again. Well, I won’t let it get to me. I don’t care where he puts his dick.

Kassidy and I grab our seats and I force myself to ignore what’s happening in the center of the room. Bella enters the class with moments to spare. Her gaze settles on Logan and then she does something she’s never done before. She turns and smiles at me before taking the empty seat on his left. While the teacher has his back to the class, Bella reaches between Logan’s legs and starts rubbing him while the girl is kissing his ear. He doesn’t do anything to stop either of them. My pen drops to the floor when he reaches up the girl’s skirt. The teacher turns and the threesome in the middle of the class acts like they weren’t doing anything.

I feel my ears burning because even though everyone’s pretending to pay attention to the lecture, they’ve been watching the show, and watching me, to see how I’ll react to it. Its social rubber necking, as they try to see how many limbs I lost in the wreck.

All this time he pretended I was crazy for thinking there was more to his friendship with Bella. Now he’s no longer hiding how close they are. He’s also not being discreet about his latest fuck buddy. I can tell by the way she’s moving that he’s fingering her in the middle of class. If there was anyone in this room still wondering if he regretted what he did to me, they’ve got their answerand so do I.

The girl’s head falls back and Logan leans over, kissing her ear. How could I have ever thought there was a decent bone in his body? Now that the blinders are off, I can see he was always the same cold-hearted monster I met that first day of class. Well, fuck him. Fuck them all.

As soon as class is over, I rush back to the dorm and pull out my book to write down what I observed today. Logan’s antics get a quick shorthand, because I wouldn’t be able to detail exactly what happened, even if I wanted to. I know Bella had her hand between Logan’s legs, but I couldn’t tell if his pants were open or if she was just touching him through his jeans, because her body blocked a lot from view.

I might not be ready to date, and it will probably take a long time before I can trust someone enough to have sex with them. But after today, I know without a doubt that Logan didn’t have any attachment to me. Even the times he told me he loved me were part of his act.

Going down theLogan lied to me when he said or did thisrabbit hole isn’t helpful. It’ll have the opposite reaction from what I need, which is to take emotion out of this, and approach each subject as a science or math equation. I’m solving for the actual truth behind what the BP’s say, and the motivation behind what they’re doing.

When I’m done, I close my journal and stretch out on my bed. It’s mentally draining to have to walk around pretending like I’m unbothered by the stares and whispers. It’ll be even harder to do if Bella and Logan continue to do the shit they pulled in class today.

Closing my eyes, I will my mind to quiet and after about ten minutes of mindful breathing, I feel myself getting sleepy. I’ve been tossing and turning a lot at night. A power nap sounds like the perfect way to recharge.

My power nap turned into areal nap, which means I damn near sprinted across campus to get to class on time. Thankfully, the professor is running late, and I’m in my seat when he comes in, so I won’t get dinged on my attendance. He gives a five-minute grace period. After that, you’re marked absent. It’s supposed to teach us the importance of meeting deadlines. I say he’s just being an ass.

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