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“Well… did you message them?” Julian asks.
I sigh again.
“Well, there you go,” he continues.
“Maybe they were a couple and just wanted to experiment or something,” Freddy says.
“No. They’ve done this before. I’m sure of it. They were so… in sync.”
“If it’s a threesome you’re after, maybe Freddy and his teach are looking to spice things up,” Julian laughs.
Freddy glares at him. “Uhm, Julian, kindly fuck you, too. Harry and I are spicy enough, thank you very much.”
“Not surprised considering how long you waited to fuck,” Julian continues.
“Well, I wasn’t going to fuck my teacher while he was still my teacher, was I?”
“Didn’t stop you the first time, though. Or the second,” Julian says.
Freddy pushes him away, punching his shoulder for good measure. “That was different.”
“Can we focus on my problem, people?” I ask them.
Julian puts his hands together and apologizes.
“I’m so sorry. I forgot you have a problem… in the head,” he says.
I roll my eyes at him.
“Dude, just message them. You’ve got nothing to lose.”
“I have to agree with Julian here,” Freddy says.
“I can’t… I can’t argue with you guys. I’m going to be late for Calculus 1. Agh. Why do I have to study Math? I just want to paint. Whoever came up with prerequisites is an asshole,” I tell them and break away from them, making my way to the James Madison Building.
I find the Calculus class and walk inside to find a few students already there. I grab a spot at the back of the room and open the Cinderfella app on my phone, scrolling through Everett’s and Carter’s shared profile. It’s a shame they don’t have their faces on there. I’ve already started to forget what they look like. I only remember how good they made me feel.
“Good morning, everyone,” someone says at the top of the class, and I tuck my phone away, and with it, the thought of messaging them again.
“How was your holiday break?” the guy says. He’s tall and blond, with short hair and broad shoulders.
He looks familiar, but I don’t know why. I don’t think I’ve taken his class before. Maybe I’ve seen him around campus before.
“My name’s Carter Walker, and I’ll be your—”
He pauses when our eyes meet.
I realize where I’ve seen him before. And why his face looks so white all of a sudden.
I was with him only a week ago for a night of hot sex.
Did I just fuck a teacher?
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Everett
At noon, I grab us a table at the cafeteria and wait for Carter, but as usual, he’s late. So when he does arrive, all hot and flustered, I command him to go get our food before he joins me at the table.
