It's Wrong Novels & Stories

"So that's it, Lewis? You're really that vicious? You wanted to target Finley and ended up ruining things for the entire class!" Lewis was so panicked that he couldn't even look at me. He just kept shaking his head. "No, no! I really just read it wrong!" "You read it wrong? 39 students had their SAT ruined because of one mistake, and that's all you have to say?" "I'll pay for it... I'll make it right..." "Pay for it? Do you think this is like replacing Finley's phone? And with what money? How are you going to pay back our scores? How are you going to pay back our futures?"

Listening. ⸻ “For everything.” His voice was rough. Honest. “I blamed you for things that weren’t your fault.” A pause. “I believed things I should have questioned.” Another pause. “I failed you.” The words seemed small compared to the damage. Yet they were all he had. ⸻ Irina stared at him quietly. Then sighed. Not angrily. Not bitterly. Simply tired. “I used to wonder what I did wrong.” Tyler closed his eyes briefly. Because he remembered.

His throat was tight. He said: "She wouldn't do that. Sloane wouldn't—" She said: "You don't know what she would do. You never did. You spent three years thinking you knew her and you were wrong about the most basic things." Her voice didn't change. Still even. Still calm. "You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option."

I quietly looked at him, my heart no longer hurting as much as I had imagined it would. “Luca,” I called softly. The child immediately looked up, as if grasping onto his last bit of hope. “When you grow up, you’ll understand that liking one person doesn’t mean you can use another person as a stepping stone. “You looked down on me for being injured, not being able to hold a gun steadily, or being the mother you wanted. Those things were real. “And your regret today is real, too. “But regret doesn’t take back words that have already been spoken.”

*** It isn't simple at all. Looking at the tall building in front of me, I decide it's a bad idea to even drive here in the first place. This isn't right. This is all too wrong and it's messing with my head. That night wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to find him attractive and even allowed him to give me multiple orgasms in one night but here I am, smiling at the memory and liking every bit of it. As much as I would like to do it again. I remind myself why I can't. Why this is wrong and very inappropriate and so unlike me. I am now his professor and he's likely my student and he's also my client. My big break.

'The hell is wrong with this game? …

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She was dead wrong. ****

What the fuck is wrong with me? ------

It’s not true. It isn’t real.