Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2
I kissed this motherfucker! I kissed those grimy ass lips more often than not and this was where his f-----g mouth has been? This is what he’s been doing at these ‘office hours’? I felt like vomiting! It was just disgusting, repulsive, all the f-----g above!
“So you’ve been eating old ass this whole time, huh,” I inquired rhetorically, my voice filled with venomous poison to the brim.
At the sound of my voice, Jared quickly shot up, exposing Dr. Richardson’s bare ass. The sight was too disturbing for me to witness any longer as I turned to power-walk down the long corridor. I could hear the panicked argument between the two sickos while I was halfway down the hall. I could hear the office door burst open, followed by the sound of running footsteps. I didn’t care to turn around to see who the hell it was.
“Shadé, baby, wait,” I heard his bastard ass call after me, along with the squeaking of his sneakers against the corridor’s linoleum floors. He better cut that ‘baby’ shit out before I knock him the f--k out.
I kept furiously walking, even when he caught up to me. He roughly yanked me by my arm to apprehend me. I snatched my arm away from him and glared venomous daggers at his disgusting ass.
“Baby, I’m—.”
“Shut the f--k up! F--k you, I don’t want to hear shit,” I shrieked angrily. “You’re f-----g our professor, you nasty piece of shit,” I shoved him back. “Stay the f--k away from me!”
“Shadé—.”
“No, Jared! Just stop! You couldn’t wait, could you,” I shouted, clenching my fists tightly. “You couldn’t wait for me to be ready, huh?”
“Shadé, it was just for grades,” he tried to explain. As if that shit made it any better. “I’m trying to graduate, babe.”
“For grades? You’re that f-----g stupid in the head that you’d f--k Dr. Richardson? Jared… I’m done. We’re done,” I fumed, holding back my welling tears. I backed up away from him as his broad shoulders sunk. “I really hope you get far in life with that f----d up tactic,” I snarled, my voice full of contempt as I rushed down the stairs, not bothering to take the elevator.
As I pushed through the doors of the mathematics department building, I shakily pulled out my phone and called my brother, Ezra. I prayed that he could pick me up; he knew I couldn’t walk home alone. Being on this campus any longer was going to make me sick to my stomach…..
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