BLACK CRESCENT

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CAMILA

Two months. It had been two months since that night in her office, and four months since I had met Lauren Jauregui. Four months since my world, and my life, had been turned upside down. 

In class, She was Professor Jauregui, and after that night in the office, She was especially brutally in the classroom—we were now down to fourteen— but the moment I found myself alone with her—no matter how hard I tried I always ended up alone with her— in elevators, stairwells, cars— She always transformed back into just Lauren. Just Lauren was sexy, and Beautiful, passionate and... She was driving me insane.

When She said it wasn't over, She'd meant it. If we were left alone in her town car, her hands found their way between my legs. When I wore pants, She smirked at the change and She would blatantly kiss me while her driver turned up the radio. The second her lips would touch mine, my mind would go blank, and before I realized it, the top button of my pants would be undone. What was worse was I was enjoying it. I enjoyed seeing how She would get to me. It excited me in ways I didn't understand. My head kept telling me to stop but I didn't want to.

In elevators, She would push the stop button, and push me up against the wall, kissing me as if it were the last time She was ever going to kiss anyone. I would cling to her wanting more than to just a kiss. She did the same thing whenever were in stairwells; she'd drive me back into a wall and kiss me fiercely and passionately. She'd even take it as far as trailing kisses down my neck, and gently biting the tops of my breasts, before backing away with a smile. That wasn't enough for me.

I didn't want to stop her. It turned me on each and every time, and every time she'd let me go, I'd realize that I wanted her more. But she never took it further than passionate kiss, or light teasing, and somehow that made it far worse than if we were actually having sex. Her kisses, her touches, they weren't enough.

When I'd sent Sofia back to Maryland, I was proud of myself. I was proud that I had put away my lust and selfishness to do what I'd come here to do. But now, it was like I was going back on the promise I'd made to myself.

I just needed to reject her. I needed to be clear and straightforward. I needed for her to not touch me.

"So, this will be the end of the line for two of you," she said, as she stood at the front of the class. "Whoever gets the lowest scores on the winter final, will be out. I would congratulate whoever you are right now for making it this far, but losing is nothing to congratulate anyone on."

She walked around her desk and sat down. Taking out her red pen, she began to grade our exams. After spending three hours taking the damn thing, we were all exhausted and eager to leave, however, we needed to know whether or not we'd made it to the final twelve.

Vivian handed me some popcorn and I shook you my head at her. Austin however, reached over and grabbed a handful.

"Six shots it's the guy in the bow-tie," Austin said, and the guy turned back and glared at him.

Austin shrugged and continued eating his popcorn.

"Ten it's scarf guy," Vivian whispered, "the one with the '80s earring."

"Does anyone know anyone's names?" I looked between them.

"No," they both said.

"Why bother if She just kicks them out anyway? Can you remember any of the faces that have been kicked out of this class so far?" Vivian questioned.

"Once the twelve are set, I'll learn the other nine names." Austin said, already counting us in.

They were so confident, and yet my hands were shaking.