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As I made my way to pass him, he reached out, grabbing my arm, stopping me in my tracks. Never once had I had one of my teachers touch me in any way, and him gripping my arm like a vice made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
This man was crossing a line he had no way of coming back from if he wasn’t careful.
“I would like to remind you that to be at this school is a privilege. You got in solely for academic purposes, and though your grades may keep up, you bring no financial gain to this school, so do not feel you can’t be removed.”
This warning twisted my stomach into a knot. I was in my last year, and if he really thought that he could dismiss me because of some rumor, that was completely unfair. I was tired of people treating me like shit, talking to me as if I was nothing.
Turning my glare to him, I narrowed my eyes, staring in disbelief as I yanked my arm from his grip. “And you will do well to remember to keep your hands to yourself, sir. I do hope that we don’t have this misunderstanding again.”
He seemed shocked by my outburst. Shit, I was shocked! I couldn’t believe I had just spoken to the dean of students like that, but he was completely in the wrong for accosting me in the hallway.
Without another word, he scoffed and stalked off down the corridor, heading for God knows where, and I quickly made my departure, heading straight for my car. The last thing I wanted to do was to be stopped by anyone, and as the tears blurred my vision, I quickly pulled out my keys, hit the button to unlock my car, and climbed into the driver’s seat.
My heart ached at times like this, where I wished James was here, because I had nobody here to talk to. I didn’t have a single friend in this place. No family. Nobody to talk to, nobody to guide me. I was alone and facing issues like this by myself.
My heart broke, but as I pulled out my phone, I dialed James’ number. His phone rang and rang and rang, but he didn’t pick up.
Instead, the call went to voicemail, and as it did, I hung up, and a heart wrenching sob left my throat. “Of course, you don’t answer.”
Why had my life turned into something as chaotic as this?
Why was I subjected to all of this when the only thing I wanted was to have a normal life?
I never asked for any of it. I never asked for the issues, and yet I faced them daily. It was as if my life had become a game for some mystical entertainment.
Putting the car into reverse, I quickly backed out of my parking spot and made my way towards my apartment. I couldn’t allow this situation to ruin the rest of my day. Neal was coming into town, and I was looking forward to seeing him.
Knowing my luck, though, I would get to the apartment, and he’d already be there.
Turn after turn, I made my way towards my apartment building. Sure enough, as I parked, I spotted Neal’s car sitting outside.
I turned off the car and checked my face in the rearview mirror. There was no hiding the fact I had been crying. If he saw me, he would know it, and I would have to make up some lie about a sad song or something.
As soon as I stepped out, I heard his voice calling out to me. “Hey, you! I was just coming down to grab something from the car.”
“Shit,” I muttered to myself as I slowly turned around to face him.
As soon as he caught sight of me, I saw the emotions run through his face. I was a mess, and it was clear to see. “Becca, what happened? Why are you upset?”
“It’s nothing. I’m fine. Just a little emotional today. Can you help me grab these bags?”
He stared at me for a moment in disbelief. “You know that I can clearly see that you are not okay. Regardless of whatever emotions have gotten you upset, I wish you would talk to me.”
“It’s nothing. It’s stupid. I just ran into somebody at the school and had a conversation that didn’t settle well.”
“Oh,” he said, raising a brow with interest. “Who was the person you ran into?”
“It doesn’t matter, Neal. Honestly, just help me grab the bags, please. We can talk more upstairs,” I said, giving him a pleading glance.
Not to continue further with the conversation outside, he nodded his head and grabbed two bags while I grabbed the other and closed my trunk. Both of us made our way silently up to my apartment, but as soon as the door closed, and we set the groceries on the counter, he gently grasped my arm and turned me around to face him, staring down at me with the kindest expression I had ever seen.
“Now that we’re inside… please tell me what is wrong? Who upset you at the school?”
I realized he would not let this go. I didn’t want Neal to get involved, but I also didn’t want to lie to him.
So instead, I sagged my shoulders in defeat, letting a heavy sigh escape my lips.
“I ran into the dean of students. He is the most unpleasant person I have ever met in my life,” I said, as I mentally recalled the conversation. “I was dropping off a paper to one of my teachers, and on my way back to the car, he stopped me.”
“And what exactly did the dean of students say to you to make you so upset? Are you falling behind in one of your classes?”
“No,” I laughed. “But it would stand to reason you would think that would be something I would be upset about.”
Rolling his eyes, he let go of me and stepped back, leaning against the counter. “So then tell me what exactly is it that has you upset? What did the dean say to you?”
“Nothing. He just made an idle conversation about rumors going around campus about me. That I am basically there for academic purposes, and I don’t add any financial gain to the school, so I shouldn’t think of myself as unremovable.”
Neal stared at me with his mouth agape and his eyes wide in utter disbelief. “He said that to you?”
“Yeah, that’s what he said. He is a complete asshole.”
“Yeah, you’re f*cking right about that. He had no right to speak to you like that. Conversations of that magnitude are supposed to be done behind closed doors with two other people present to ensure that the conversations go over smoothly. Why the hell was he even there on the weekend?” Neal asked, with disbelief on his face.
“Honestly, I don’t know, and I really don’t care after he grabbed me—”
My conversation was cut short as I stopped talking, realizing what I had said. The once shocked expression across Neal’s face turned into one of anger and fury.
“What the f*ck do you mean he grabbed you, Becca? That prick put his hands on you?!”
“Neal, it’s nothing. Honestly. It’s really nothing. It was just that he stopped me. That was it.”
I was stuttering over my words. Never once had I seen Neal angry, but right now, the way he looked slightly scared me. He was pissed beyond belief the dean had put his hands on me, and I feared the repercussions that would come because of the man’s actions.
Nodding his head, Neal pulled out his phone and quickly sent a text message.
“What are you doing? Please tell me you’re not doing anything.”
“No, I’m not doing anything right now. I don’t want you worrying about that man. But what we are going to do is cook some food and enjoy ourselves. You texted me and let me know you didn’t want me to pick up pizza. So what is it you fancy making tonight?”
Laughter escaped me as I looked at the bags and then back at him. “I told you not to pick up pizza because I thought it’d be fun making it.”
With a stoic gaze, Neal burst into laughter. It was moments like this that reminded me I could still feel normal, even when the weight of the world was hitting on my shoulders.
After a few hours of trying to make the perfect pizza, Neal and I sat upon the sofa laughing over the movie we were watching. He was only about a foot away from me, and even though two different blankets separated us, I still felt closer to him than I had to James in a while.
More than once over the last few days, I had wondered if I had decided wrong when I gave James another chance. James was the man I loved and, more than anything, he was the man I wanted to be with.
But I questioned whether I was making the right choice because James’s life was complicated, and Neal was just so much more. He cared about me and was there for me when James wasn’t.
James’s words rattled through my mind as I thought about what he had said about Neal. Neal had told him he cared about me, but he never said he loved me. Yet, no matter what I thought, I knew I was still curious.
“Neal, can I ask you something?”
Without missing a beat, he looked at me with a Cheshire grin and nodded. “You never have to ask me if you can ask me a question. Just ask, Becca. What’s on your mind? If you’re still worrying about that douchebag dean of yours, you shouldn’t be.”
“It’s not that,” I laughed. “It’s a little more on the personal side.”
“Okay,” he said, looking at me with interest. “What is it?”
Hesitating, I bit my bottom lip. “Earlier today I had a conversation with James, and he said something about you that has been stuck in my mind.”
“And what would that be, my dear?”
“Well… you remember back at the apartment when I was staying with you the night we got slightly carried away…” I said, stumbling over my words, making the conversation more than uncomfortable.
“Yes, what about it?”
Staring at him, I found myself speechless to reply. I wanted to ask if it was true, but with the nerves rattling within me, I simply couldn’t. I couldn’t open this conversation and have things go wrong. I couldn’t let myself end up losing him because of stupidity.
Shaking my head, I stood quickly and smiled. “You know what… it’s stupid. Forget I said anything.”
“Becca—”
“No, please. It doesn’t matter. Did you want something to drink?” I replied as I made my way towards the kitchen, trying to change the subject.
“Becca, what did he say to you?” Neal said again as I tried to ignore it.
“Neal, honestly, it’s nothing. Just forget that I brought the entire thing up. I swear, it wasn’t bad. It was just something he said. It really doesn’t matter.” I threw my hands up and shrugged my shoulders, trying to play off the entire conversation.
Before I could reach up for the cabinet, though, he spun me around and pinned me to the countertop’s corner in the kitchen, only inches away from me as he looked down into my eyes.
“What did he tell you, Becca?”
Swallowing deeply, I licked my lips as I stared at him. The sexual tension between our bodies was incredibly high, and with everything in me, I tried to avoid the feelings I had. It was just so hard to push the night I had with him from my mind.
“He said that you were in love with me and that was why he was uncomfortable with me spending time with you,” I whispered.
Standing there in absolute silence, Neal stared at me as I waited for him to say something, to say anything, to tell me it wasn’t true, and James had just misheard him. But from the gaze that he was giving me, I could tell that it was true.
Neal cared about me, but until I heard him say it, I didn’t want to pass it off as truth. “I see.”
That’s it? He sees.
Pulling away from me, he tried to step back, but my hand reached up instinctively and gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. “You didn’t answer me.”
Staring down at my fist clenched around his shirt, his eyes met mine once more. “Becca, there are things I could not stop if they started, and this isn’t a road that you want to go down. Let us just enjoy the rest of our evening, as we always do.”
Nodding my head, I didn’t bother to fight the situation. Instead, I slowly let him go and tried my hardest to keep my pounding heart at bay. I didn’t understand why I wanted him to say it was true. Why I wanted him to kiss me and take my problems away.
I wasn’t a cheater. I wasn’t the kind of girl to do things like that, but yet with Neal, I wanted to be.