Page 8 of Bad Girl's Club

“You’re still in high school?” He stopped, stood up straight, and was in shock.

“Um, excuse me? I’m definitely not in high school. That was over ten years ago.” I said, confused and flattered, but mostly confused. Kevin walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me.

“No, last year at Groveton. Why?” I said, pushing him into me again as he pulled away.

“This was a mistake. Dimitri, Eric, let’s go.” And they followed Kevin, and all disappeared, just like the rest of my plans in my life. I laughed to myself. It was like the clock just struck midnight and their fairy godmother put a timer on our time together. Just like the rest of my life was canceled, Kevin, Dimitri, and Eric were going to be a faded memory as well. A very cherished, faded memory. No matter what happened, I would make sure they each kept their promise. I would fuck all three of them. I would have my time with them and not a moment sooner, I will own their lives.

Fuck it. I’m just going to go to sleep, go to school, and forget today, tonight, and all of this ever happened. The best thing I can do is go to class, get my TA assignment, and make the best of the last year at this school and move past this entire nightmare. I thought to myself, scolding every bit of my lack of control. I wanted to cry over Josh, Eric, and everything else that was turning into a nightmare. I really wanted my mom right now.

Chloe

Entering my bedroom, I picked up my photo album, disposed of every image of Josh in the fireplace, ignited the fire, and watched it incinerate. I trashed everything that had to do with Josh - the wedding planners, models, dresses, and magazines. Flames consumed the past as I watched. I got rid of everything that was remotely important to me before that night, including my school books. I found humor in watching the last ten years go up in flames. I released the past, just like he released everything into Sarah's mouth. And I burned it all to hell. Good riddance, Josh. I hope y’all are happy.

The following morning came faster than I had anticipated. My duo of bitches showed up at the exact right time. They had donuts and six extra-large iced coffees. They were always brilliant! “Good morning, bitch! I want the 411 on everything that happened last night!” Tara said, throwing a bag of carbs at me and handing me an iced coffee.

“Yeah, girl! What happened last night with Mr. Perfection” Celeste was digging into her donuts and sipping her coffee as well. I was so hungover, but as I was munching on the food. I filled in the details and told them everything, including that Dimitri, Kevin, and Eric just ran away right as we were about to have a drunken kiss moment and he turned into Flash.

“They just left?” She asked as I went through the details. In between bites, she would add to the conversation, “Said it was a mistake? How rude!”

“Yeah, oh well. I burned everything I had of Josh and me. So, we have a lot of cancellations to make after class today. I just want it to be over with today and go back to bed!” I groaned. I wasn’t ready for any of this. But it was time to get the ball rolling. I couldn’t dwell.

“Since y’all are always fashionistas, y’all can pick out what I’m wearing today. Today is going to be good, I just know it!” I tried to be positive. They ran to my closet and pulled out a beautiful pink dress, a jean jacket, and my black knee-high cowgirl boots. They had the most faith in me. I put on the clothes, did my makeup, took my vitamins, and prepared to put my big panties on and move on and leave the past where it was.

“Let’s go. Let’s get this shit over with and make shit happen.” Tara said.

“We got this, girl. Don’t let Josh or Dimitri or even Chloe the Virgin keep you down today. You’re going to make shit happen today and we’re going to rock worlds when we’re done and own our own publishing company.

“I love you ladies, y’all know that?” I gave them a hug and before we walked out the door headed towards campus.

It was truly going to be a good day today. I just felt it. I knew it.

The first class I attended was tedious. The second and third were decent. Drama writing was what set the fourth one apart. I was confident that I would excel in every course. I ensured that I was enrolled in all the courses in the catalog, although I didn't need it this term. I had the idea of some celebrity, and I ran with it.

I was feeling unenergetic and sluggish. There was only one more course left for me to attend, followed by a meeting with the TA, and then Dean Groveton. I whispered a mantra to myself in silence, reminding me that everything will be fine.

I was drawn to the professor's blue, seductive eyes when he came into the room. They made me feel like I was stranded on a deserted island. He had the Groveton logo tattoo on his wrist. Instantly, I knew who it was. It was Dimitri, the stud from the bar last night, that ran out of the room. Fuck! How is he, my professor?! He knows that I’m a virgin and he kissed me last night. Kevin ate me like I was his first meal after being starved for two months, and I had all three of them in my apartment this morning. I was screaming to myself. I grabbed my phone and shot a text to Celeste and Tara in our “Baffling Bitch” group chat.

Me: Bitches!!!! He’s my professor! Mr. Stud muffin is my professor! What the hell am I supposed to do?

Why wasn't I able to recognize him at the bar? Throughout the entire time, Dimitri knew who I was. I glanced upward and locked eyes with him. He stood frozen in shock. Well, serves him right. My phone was out, and he noticed that others had their phones out as well. “Everyone, if you would take your phones out and put my cell number into your phones. This is for class-related emergencies if you’re going to be absent if you have issues with an assignment, or if you’re going to be late for any reason. Please also note the email address on the board and save it to your address book. My name Is Dimitri Billiot and You all can call me Mr. Billiot. I don’t feel comfortable with my students calling me professor, yet.” He could speak words that would make someone being told they had cancer seem like they were winning the lottery. “Everyone, send me a text with your names so that I can save it on my phone for later. Please keep it class related. Then, we can pull out a notebook so that we can start taking notes. I will group everyone into groups of four so that we can prepare for the class project.”

He was continuously talking about class and projects. I wasted no time and sent him a text.

Me: I’m sorry things were awkward last night. I didn’t realize you were a professor, but we can be professional about this. You’re kicking ass in class, by the way. PS. This is Chloe Simms.

I sent the text. Pulled out my notebook, and noted the class assignments, we were all grouped into four. We exchanged information. It was going to be a quick and easy course. This was actually going to be fun. Professor Dimitri was going to be an amazing addition to the university.

After conversing with my team, we decided on our topic for our class project, and we all brainstormed how we were going to present it. He gave everyone roles, and my role was to write the entire script. I loved it!

Once class was dismissed, we submitted our proposals, and as I did, he grabbed my hands and electricity went up my hands and I instantly had butterflies.

“Nice to meet you, Chloe. We’re going to work well together.”

“I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Ms. Simms, but we have to prepare for the next class. Have a great semester.” He blew off everything I was saying. Nothing I said mattered. It was like it never happened. Did I imagine it? Was I that drunk?

Dimitri: We can’t talk about last night. It never happened. I could lose my career. Please forget it happened. I have your information saved so that we can stay in contact if needed.

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