Chapter 1: THE NOTEBOOK INCIDENT
"Bitch, no you didn't," my best friend Amy stared at me with disbelief. "Do you know all the shit we wrote in that note book about him?". She was trying to be subtle, not letting anyone know we were talking about Professor Rayes Caddel. "You... gosh! " She couldn't finish her sentence. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to cry. "When was the last time you had the damn notebook? " Amy asked. "Must have been at lunch, maybe ? because I told you not to even touch that book while in class."
"I uh, I sorta," I stammered.
"Sorta what?" She was angry. Way more angrier than when her lousy ex boyfriend Josh cheated on her with an old lady who owned his apartment.
"While doing that assignment for Mr. Grumpy Pants," I said dryly. "Josh was rushing me, okay? So I might have submitted it along with my assignment. We should ask Josh Amy , please."
"Haven't talked to that idiot since he cheated on me," Amy sat beside me. "I can't just call him and ask if he saw that because if he did, we would be dead."
"Better deal with Rayes than Josh, I guess," I remarked. "Getting expelled is one thing. Those things written in there."
"Bitch, you better be joking," Amy snapped. "I can't risk expulsion. I'd rather suck his dick than get expelled. " Cause, bitch, what the fuck?"
"Let's not panic, okay?" I said hopefully. "Listen, how about 'Club de 2121' tonight? We can get drunk and fucked, and we'll deal with whatever awaits us tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sounds fun," Amy stood up. " I gotta get laid anyway. I'm so horny I could blow up some steam with a finger or two buried deep in my pussy."
"See, euphoria, here we come," I stood up beside her. "Let's get going, bitch."
The parties at " Club de 2121" are usually lit. There are lots of people that you can hardly find time to think about shit. The room was always full packed. Hard liquor, strippers or hookups you name it. They had everything. I tried to turn back to talk to Amy, only to notice her pinned against the wall by some random guy, dry humping her. Her face was flushed pink. She was drunk and enjoying every bit of whatever was happening.
I, on the other hand, kind of hated hooking up. I have this little secret "a pain kink " and most guys weren't up for it, so the sex was kind of boring.
"One shot of tequila, please," I told the bartender, and he winked.
"Coming right up," he said.
I stared at all the people having fun.I was the only one who was damned by the universe. "Here," the bartender interrupted my thoughts.
"Thanks." I grabbed the shot and took it whole, swallowing every drop without feeling the burn.
"If you were that enthusiastic in class, I bet you could even beat our top student, Lisa," a voice said behind me. I turned to face it. My face turned pale. If it wasn't Mr. Grumpy Pants.
"Pro...ff Raye..s," I stammered. "You followed me here?"
"You wish, Hazel. I'm here with my college friends." He pointed to a group of guys sitting and chatting at one of the VIP tables. "You, on the other hand, isn't it a school night?"
"It is," I looked down.
"Hey, five shots of whiskey," he told the bartender as he left. "I don't expect you to be the shy type, seeing all those fantasies you shared with Amy about me."
"Fuck me right now," I blurted. " Sorry " I cleared my throat " I mean Sir, it's a misunderstanding for sure."
"You think?" He looked at me disgustedly.
"Guess how vulgar you two are, seeing Amy enjoying some stranger's dick up her ass."
I turned to look at the direction where I last saw Amy, and she was lost, getting fucked openly by some stranger. Here at " Club de 2121", nobody gave a fuck. People were fucking everywhere.
"Sir, can't you let the notebook go?" I tried to touch him, only to be pushed by some jock who was drunk. I lost my balance, and Mr. Grumpy Pants hurriedly saved me from falling to my death. I was on his chest, hearing the soaring of his heartbeat, neglecting the pounding of my own heart.
"You okay?" he asked calmly.
"Yes, sir," I said, trying not to panic.
"Then get off my chest, Hazel." He snapped sounding angry.
"Oh, sorry," I pushed back. "Mr. Ray..."
He was gone before I could add another word.
"Fun's over," I went toward Amy and her stranger. "We gotta go."
"What? I haven't even cum yet!" Amy complained.
"Use a dildo when we get home; let's go." I grabbed her, forcing her to move. "Girl, pull your skirt down."
She did, and we hurriedly left the club. "So what now? You didn't find a man to elicit pain from?" she said angrily.
"Prof. Grumpy was in there," I snapped. "He saw you getting fucked against the wall and called us disgusting for it."
"Shit," Amy panicked. "Shit, fuck me."
"Not the worst part," I swallowed hard.
"No, no, nooo," Amy paced. "What... don't tell me no." she looked at me fear in her eyes.
"He has it," I said painfully. "The notebook," I cried. "He has it."
"Let's just get out of here, okay?" Amy called an Uber. "We'll figure it out tomorrow."
" Yeah " i swallowed " we're so fucked up bitch. Damn "
