I hated this. I hated that my father forced me to leave my university in Seoul to be closer to home. To be closer so he could ensure I didn’t embarrass him. I didn’t understand why he thought I was going to embarrass him. I just went to school and studied. That’s it.
But now it was my third year, and I was accepted to a university that was only two hours away from home. All I wanted was freedom, and when I had it for two full years, it was ripped from my grasp. And that hurt more than anything.
“Miss?” The woman at the table asked. I wasn’t sure how long she was trying to get my attention, but my thoughts were too focused on how my life had been flipped upside down.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“Can I get your name?” She looked at me and then at the clipboard that sat in front of her.
“Oh yeah, Wakely Gil…Moore. Wakely Moore.” I didn’t want to give her my real last name. I registered under my mother’s maiden name. I didn’t need more attention than I was already going to get.
Plus, I loved her with every fiber of my being and abhorred my father.
“Yup, you are right here.” The woman put a notch next to my name and then dug into the box of folders next to her, finding my folder. “It looks like you are in Williams Hall, that’s the coed dorm. And you got yourself a single room three-oh-four. You are so lucky. There aren’t a lot of single rooms available, and you snagged one.” She smiled at me and handed a folder to me.
I grabbed the folder and opened it. My eyes scanned over the information.
“You have your student ID and your parking pass. Your space is in the green lot number eighty-seven. The paperwork in there is going to have the details for your meal plan, there’s a map of the campus, and it has any other tidbits that will make your time here the best possible experience.”
She gave me a beaming smile. She really believed that I was going to have an amazing experience here. I knew that wasn’t the truth, though.
I was going to be a prisoner here. But she didn’t need to know that.
I stopped myself from snorting at her. My experience here was already tainted. My father was going to be watching my every move. I wasn’t sure why he was so concerned now. But he was fuming when I came back from university for the summer. And he never explained why.
I could only assume that, since his company was growing and gaining traction, I was an extension of him and he didn’t want to taint his success. It stung that instead of thinking of me as a loving daughter, he thought of me as something that could ruin his image.
But I thought there was something more underlying. That there was some deep, dark secret that he didn’t share with anyone. I could see it in his eyes. I wasn’t going to ask him, though…I wasn’t stupid.
“Thank you.” I smiled at her.
“Of course, and if you need anything, your resident advisor is Bethany Montgomery, she’s in room three-oh-two. Just down the hall from your room.”
I had no intention of needing anything from my RA. I was going to keep my head down and focus on getting through this year, I was going to graduate early and get out of here. As far as I could go.
I was going to get my degree, and then I was going to move away where my father couldn’t find me. I wished I could disappear off the face of the planet, but I would have to settle for across the nation.
I grabbed the key that the woman extended toward me and looked down at the map so I could get to my room and close myself away.
I walked through the quad and into the building that had a large copper plate above the door that had the name ‘Williams Hall’ etched into it.
People were excitedly walking in and out of the building, carrying luggage and boxes. They were chatting and hugging friends that they made the previous years. I didn’t have that. At my old school, I had more friends than I needed. But here, I was alone and that bothered me more than it should have.
It was my third year, and of course, I had to be the new girl on campus.
I stared at everyone talking for a moment, jealous of their friendship. One guy asked if a girl needed help loading stuff to her room, she gratefully accepted and handed him the heavy box she seemed to have been struggling with. She mentioned other items in her car as she showed him where her room was.
Watching the other students help each other sent another pang of jealousy through me. I didn’t have a lot, just my suitcase that I was dragging behind me and the backpack that was on my back. I didn’t need a lot, I was going to focus on school, and that was it.
I didn’t need any other distractions. I was solely focused on getting out of here as fast as humanly possible. I was taking double the credits that were recommended to speed up the process. And all of my credits from my school in Seoul transferred giving me a leg up to the other students in my same engineering program.
I took a deep breath and lugged my bag up the few stone steps in front of the building. This was the start of my year, and even though I was bitter to be here, I was going to make the best of it.
I pulled my bag up flight after flight of stairs. The building didn’t have an elevator. I could understand why because the building was created in the eighteen hundreds, there was no room for an elevator.
Sweat started to pour down my forehead as I paused on the landing, huffing and puffing. I was very out of shape, but I could see that changing with how many stairs I would be climbing every day.
I wasn’t a skinny girl. I had curves, I had thick thighs, but I liked them. I embraced them. It made me different. Plus, I never worried about what I ate. I just wanted to enjoy life.
I have been through so much in the last sixteen years that worrying about my weight seemed silly.
“Did you need help?” A cheerful voice sounded behind me, which made me jump, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I looked over, a girl was standing there, bright orange hair pulled up into two space buns. She had her septum pierced as well as the right side of her bottom lip. She wore a tight crop top with a cartoon character on it, a pair of bright purple shorts, and combat boots.
What she was wearing reminded me of some of my friends back in Seoul, and that made me miss them more. Maybe this girl could be my new friend?
Hopefully.
Waylon looked so frazzled when I left him in the quad. His phone missing was upsetting him even though he tried to put on a calm face. He let me know that he would come to me after the last lab he was monitoring.I tried to let him know that he didn’t need to rush and that he could relax, but that didn’t seem to do anything.I would talk to him later, and tell him that he didn’t need to be in contact with me every minute of every day. And that it was okay if he was busy because his schedule was packed and I didn’t want him to worry about me.I went to the security desk, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of a computer. He didn’t even notice me standing in front of him.“Hello,” I said with a smile.He tore his gaze from the computer and looked at me. “Hello, what can I help you with?”“I was wondering if a phone was handed in today.”“I just started, but here
I wanted more time with Wakely. I wanted to throw her on the bed and make out with her until she begged me to fuck her. My hands would trace every contour of her body, I would suck on her clit until she came into my mouth. And I would brand that taste on my tongue.But I knew that Cora was her friend and she needed support. I was the bigger man, and I wasn’t about to stand between my girl and her friend.It was nine, I needed to get to bed early to wake up for practice. I was going to get as much sleep as I could while I had the opportunity because I knew that later in the semester, I wasn’t going to have the opportunity.My bed seemed empty without Wakely. We hadn’t shared a bed yet, but I yearned for her to be with me. My arm wanted to be around her as she rested against my chest.Screw it, I was going to text her. I didn’t care if she thought I was needy.As soon as I texted her, she responded, soothing me. When I asked f
I coughed on the chip that I popped into my mouth, shocked by what he said. He couldn’t be serious. I have barely known him for four days. And before, I thought he was an ass. But he changed my mind on that.The way he was staring at me, I wanted to believe that he was being serious. His eyes were fixed on mine.My body heated and my cheeks flushed. Even though his comment was insane, it made me feel…wanted. Sexy. And I never felt like that. At least not after my mother died.“You can’t be serious,” I challenged him.A smirk played on his lips but he didn’t say anything. I laughed nervously. Was he serious or not?He took a bite of his burrito, deliberately not saying anything about my statement. “Anyway, tell me about Latin class, how bad is it, and if you had to switch what would you take?” He asked after he swallowed his food.I knew that it was a tactic to change the subject but I wanted t
The rest of the day included me threatening people when they commented on the girl I was dating.Why in the fuck did they care? It was I who was dating her and not them. Not only that, but a few girls tried to hit on me as I walked across campus saying things like, “I can make you feel better than her.” Or “When you are done with her, here’s my number.” And they would hand me their number, which I promptly disposed of.I didn’t need their numbers, and I didn’t want them either. But for some reason, my dating someone amplified the female population's desire to try harder with me. Shouldn’t they have accepted that I was with someone else and moved on?Of course not. I wouldn’t get that lucky.Hell, I was lucky enough that Wakely gave me the time of day. And I guessed that was where my luck ended. And I would take it. And suffer through the rest.I looked down at my phone, Wakely should be out of h
I was on cloud nine when I swiped my student ID to enter the dining hall. This couldn’t be my life right now. A super-hot guy wanted to make out with me not once, not twice, but three times. He held my hand and walked me to the dining hall even when he had to go in the opposite direction.Even though we had a conversation about him not wanting his brothers to know about us, he changed his mind after he came back from visiting his mom. That was a step in the right direction.I wasn’t going to complain.He was making my body all tingly every time he touched me. He was making whatever we were public. And that had to be a good thing.I knew that my father would eventually find out. But hell, I didn’t care. I felt too good to care. This was the first time that anyone really showed me any interest because of me and not because of who my father was.Waylon wasn’t a social climber. He didn’t give a fuck. He just wanted me. Not
I couldn’t keep my hands off of Wakely. It was a shock that she even agreed to our little make-out session. But when she agreed, I wasn’t going to question it.The next classes ended up the same way. We sat through the lecture, my hand on her knee, and when it was over and everyone left, she sat on my lap and we made out.Each time making my blue balls worse. But damn, did I enjoy having my mouth all over her. I sucked on her neck, I knew it was going to give her a hickey, but I felt like I was branding her as mine.“You are ridiculous.” She said as she pulled away from me. She knew exactly what I did, but she didn’t seem like she really cared.“What are you talking about?” I feigned innocence.“Terrible. Positively terrible.” She rolled her eyes and slid off of my lap. I knew the first time she got off my lap she didn’t mean to rub against my hard dick. But after each class, each time gre