Author's Note: This story is a "short-story" so events and character building is fast. This story is not a full-length novel, so if you came here hoping for that - you won't get it. I just recently joined Inkitt and thought a quick-burn short-story would be a good way to test the waters and see what the audience is like. I have been getting less than 5-star reviews because of this, unfortunately. I understand the plot is quick and throws people off. That is why I am leaving this note. Other than that, I do hope you all enjoy Roman and Julia's story. Thanks for reading.
I had two choices: stay where I'm at and plunge head-first into a scandalous disaster that would forever leave a stain on my record; or, leave and start fresh at an entirely new school. If a normal person was given these options, they'd obviously take the latter. Except, I'm not normal and neither is my situation.
And the worst part of it all? I did this to myself.
"Julia, do we have a deal?"
I stared up into the dean's cold eyes as he glared over his desk at me. His jaw was wound tight and if he were a bomb, he'd explode in less than five seconds.
"I still don't understand why I'm having to make this decision while Professor Douche-bag gets to keep his job and stay here. It sounds like you're trying to protect him. Are you trying to sweep this under the rug, Dean Richards?" I cocked an eyebrow at him, letting him know I wasn't the type of girl he could pull the wool over their eyes and get away with it. He could try to hide the fact that Professor Douche-bag was a complete womanizing jerk - tricking his female students into having sex with him - but I knew the truth.
Clearing his throat, he watched me intently as he adjusted his tie. "I'm not sweeping anything under anywhere." He adjusted in his lavish leather chair before shuffling some papers in front of him. "If any of this gets out, Ms. Knight, you and I both know it won't be just the professor in trouble. You'll face jail time as well."
Groaning, I knew he was right. If I hadn't tried to burn his house down and then basically assault him in public, I wouldn't be sitting here faced with a life-changing decision.
"Fine - where do my credits transfer to?" I knew there were only a few universities in the states that would allow me to transfer so many credits and two of the three were close by. So, that meant only one thing: I'd get transferred to the farthest school possible.
"It's a fine university, Julia. You'll find that it's just a short drive out of Boston. We believe you'll love Massachusetts this time of year." He began shuffling more papers on his desk until he found what he was looking for, handing me a small stack of papers with my name printed on the top.
"Massachusetts? Doesn't it get cold there?" I hated winter. And the thought of getting stuck in the tundra while this jerk gets to stay in sunny Arizona made my blood boil.
Dean Richards sighed, shaking his head. "I know it's not your first choice, Ms. Knight, but this is what I've got. Take it or leave it, but know that if you leave it - you'll go to jail. This is the judge's terms."
My fists balled in my lap, crinkling the papers in my hand as I glared at the dean in front of me. He was probably laughing it up inside, wasn't he? Too bad it isn't illegal for a professor to date a student or that prick would be the one sitting in jail. However, that bastard knew what he was doing. He knew all along what he could do to me. I just wish I weren't so naive at the time and saw his true colors when I fell for him.
"I guess I'm off to Massachusetts then." Standing from my seat, I turned and headed towards the door before I stopped and had one more message for the dean. "Oh, and can you give Professor Michaels a message for me?" The dean looked up, curiosity was written on his features as I reached into my back pocket and extended my middle finger toward him.
"Nice," he replied dryly, shaking his head at me.
A small chuckle vibrated through my chest as I left his office, making sure to slam the door behind me.
As I made my way across campus, I looked down at the papers in my hands, noting they were copies of my transfer. The date on the top told me I would be starting at the new college in one week's time. Too bad the professor was MIA at the moment or I'd give him a proper farewell: a punch to his perfect nose.
I stopped for a moment to look over the papers, standing to the side and flipped until I found what I was looking for - my housing situation. It looks like the dean has me sharing a house near campus with four other girls. And I didn't know any of them. Great. I can't wait to meet them.
Sighing out, I shoved the papers beneath my arm and headed back to my current house to start packing. The faster I packed, the faster I could get out of here and I needed that. If I stayed here any longer, I'd hunt the bastard down and make him suffer as much as I was.
Luckily for me, none of my roommates were home when I arrived so I quickly got to work and before an hour's time, I had everything packed in my little car. I spun and looked around the house I had lived in for the last two years and noticed how I didn't feel an ounce of sadness. I could see that there was nothing here for me anymore.
Closing up the house behind me, I descended the familiar stone steps and climbed into my little sports car. As I drove away from the life I'd grown to know, I didn't look back once. I get to start over and I'm going to do it right this time. And that meant no professors. I can do this. I got this.