Chapter 7

At around 8 o’clock, there was a knock on my dorm room door. It was Mr. Green.

“Are you ready, doll? I’m going to take you to places you have never been before.” He had a broad smirk on his face which I just wanted to slap right off. I contained myself and my cool though, since my grades were still at stake.

“Say I will go out with you on this date. What will happen to my grades?”

“I will make sure you get all A’s in the semester.”

“Only one date, right?”

“Sure, doll,” he said. Then he added, whispering in my ear, “Even though I’m sure you will be asking for more once I’m done with you.” What a pervert, I thought.

We went to the movies, and he wasn’t trying to be subtle. He had his arm around me the whole time, and he even touched my thigh in the car. He drove us to his apartment next. He lit up some candles, demanded we go to his room and I couldn’t do anything but obey. My grades were still at risk after all…

I don’t even remember when or how I got home. The only thing I know is that Chris was standing at my bedside the next morning. I was kind of surprised seeing him there.

“Good morning, princess.” I looked at him questioningly.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in?”

“I broke in,” he joked. Was he serious? He saw that I believed him and retrieved his joke. “I’m just kidding, princess. Don’t you remember what happened last night?” I shook my head. He looked at the floor, as if trying to avoid eye contact.

“You just walked into the dorm. I was waiting for you at the door; I knew you hadn’t listened to me. Why would you anyway? I was horrible to you…” He looked very guilty. I reached out and held his hand in mine.

“It’s okay, I’m fine.”

“You weren’t last night. You were so drunk… Your eyes were red, and you were so pale. I was worried about you princess. Then, you fainted in front of the dorm, before even entering. So, I picked you up and got you here. Your keys were in your bag and I put you to bed. I stayed here the whole night, watching over you.”

“Why would you do that?” He didn’t respond right away.

“Because it’s my fault you came here like that.”

“No, it’s not Chris. You didn’t have any reason to believe me. I had no proof.” He looked into my eyes and stroked my cheek.