Bastards and Scapegoats (Twisted Legacy Duet #1) - CoraLee June Page 0,53

up in a tight bun today, and the kitten heels strapped to her feet were a bright fire-engine red. Her class was quickly becoming my favorite out of all of them. I loved the way she viewed the world.

I tucked my smooth hair behind my ear and adjusted my sweater over my shoulder. These auditoriums got cold. Pretty soon the Connecticut fall would be in full swing, and I couldn’t wait for the cooler weather.

“Want to have a study session this weekend? I’ll order some takeout?” Jared offered. We had an awkward twenty-four hours after the bathroom incident, but he showed up the next morning with a box of donuts, undeterred. He had to have known what I did in there. When Hamilton and I were done, I opened the bathroom door with my shaking legs, flushed face, and racing heart. Jared was standing on the other side with his arms crossed over his chest. He hadn’t pressured me to explain what had happened, but I didn’t have to. At least he hadn’t pushed for another date. I knew with complete certainty that Jared and I were only meant to be friends. I couldn’t be seduced by his determined politeness or the playful press of his leg against mine as we watched Netflix on the floor of my living room. I couldn’t be swayed by his compliments, his gifts, his thoughtfulness, or his unwavering niceties. Jared was like Tylenol, dulling the slight ache to my pounding restlessness. Hamilton was opium—bad for me and addictive.

Jared still flirted all the same, it was in his nature to do so. But he’d absolutely reined it in since our almost kiss at the bar. I was thankful that he had backed off, because while he was reestablishing himself as a friend, Hamilton was staking himself as…well, I wasn’t quite sure.

Hamilton and I spoke daily. About nothing. About everything. He talked about his job on the rig, and I told him about my classes. I was oddly comfortable with him, but it constantly felt like the other shoe was about to drop. Every time I saw his name pop up on my phone, my stomach fluttered, and I didn’t even bother to play it cool. I answered every time, pushing the guilt down as far as it would go, all while telling myself that this would be the last time.

I’d lie on my back, hidden in the shadows of three a.m. as he spoke in his signature deep voice to me.

Wet.

With a secret smile on my lips as he spoke dirty promises. Every night, I fell asleep with the rumble of need deep in my gut. I felt like a pretty thing on Hamilton’s shelf. He was waiting to take me down, polish me, and throw me the fuck away.

Mom called me once to check on classes, but it was a surface-level conversation. Hamilton was slowly becoming a big part of my life, and it was hard to talk to someone who would disapprove of that. I knew it was wrong. I knew that a lot of people wouldn’t understand our relationship. This was bound to upset her new husband, but I was starting not to care.

“Miss Garner, I’d like you to summarize your response for the writing exercise I asked each of you to complete.” I had been daydreaming and twirling my hair on my finger. Dr. Bhavsar’s voice made me startle.

I cleared my throat. “Of course,” my squeaky voice chirped as I pulled out my printed paper. Dr. Bhavsar made it a habit to call on me. Despite the full auditorium, her lectures and attention made me feel like the only person in the room. Even though she was hard on me, I felt like she only did it to the students she liked, and it made me that much more prepared for class every day. “I decided to focus on a teaching from Lao Tzu, specifically his quote that states, ‘The usefulness of a pot comes from its emptiness.’”

“Interesting,” Dr. Bhavsar said with a smirk. “I had a feeling most of the class would choose the popular philosopher’s quote, ‘This too shall pass.’ I’m thrilled you picked something original, Miss Garner.”

I tried not to outwardly preen from her compliment, but the impulse was difficult. I didn’t want to admit it, but Mom just sort of expected good grades from me. She was proud, sure, but she never complimented me for working hard and giving up my adolescence in exchange for good grades