CHAPTER 10: The sentence.
I fiddle with the pen in my hand as the teacher explains the class. Try as I might, I can't concentrate. I missed my first class, locked in the bathroom as the tears fall without escape. The other classes have been a blur, lunch tasted bitter and right now, in my last class of the afternoon, I just want to close my eyes and forget this day ever happened. If I suspected before that Jeremy never saw me with the same eyes that I saw him, what happened in the car confirmed it.
I still shudder at the casual way he admitted his desire for my body, his intention to have s*x with no strings attached. I wonder if I look easy to him, I wonder what opinion he has of me to believe that I would yield my body to such empty promises.
Yet, at the same time, my weakness for hi
