College Cutbacks: Sophomore Year Book IV

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The Last Time

Emery’s POV

“What the hell are you thinking, Emery!”

“I-I don’t know. It just happened. I don’t know what I was thinking.” I was having lunch with Ryan who figured out something was going on with Roman and me. He doesn’t know that we’ve slept together and by the look on his face, I don’t think I should tell him that part. He might burst a blood vessel.

“Emery, you are supposed to be focusing on school, not jumping into another relationship.”

“It’s not a relationship. We just connect. It’s not what you think.”

“He’s an asshole who looks out for himself.”

“You don’t know him.”

“I know guys like him. I see myself in him and it’s not the good parts.” He sighed. “I know you’re old enough to make your own decisions, but I’m just looking out for you. You just went through a bad break up and I don’t want you to get hurt again. Have you actually gotten over Lewis?”

I flinched when he said Lewis’s name. I scraped my food around on my plate. Suddenly, my cajun pasta wasn’t all that appealing, but it kept Ryan from seeing the tears in my eyes. I know it would seem easy to move on, but it wasn’t. I still love Lewis and living in the same house as he is, is painful. My heart still hurts when I see his eyes pleading with me to forgive him. I still miss him. We don’t talk much, but there’s not much to say. I wish it didn’t hurt so much.

Roman did make it easier. I didn’t see him as a rebound as I thought I would. He was different. Roman roused something deep within me that I didn’t understand. He was bad and he made me want to be bad with him. I wanted to please him and defy him all at once.

“Are you listening to me?” Ryan said tearing me from my thoughts.

“Yeah, I hear you. I promise I will stay away from him as much as possible and focus on school. Happy?” I rolled my eyes.


This wasn’t going to be easy because now that I knew what he had to offer, I yearned for him. I knew Roman wouldn’t take this lightly.

Roman’s POV

“Thanks for meeting me,” Warner said. We were standing in this small room once again.

“Yeah. What did you need?”

“I wanted to apologize. I may have overreacted. I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. You were doing what you thought was right.”

“It got someone killed!”

He cleared his throat. “I don’t think you did.”

“What? Why would you say that? You said-” I listened intently to his explanation.

“I think he died for another reason. He’s been my informant for years. He has never made the mistake of being followed. I checked his text messages and it looks like he had gotten into business with the wrong people. We’re trying to find who he had agreed to meet with, besides you, but it’s proving to be harder than we thought. Whoever this is, is dangerous. I want you to steer clear of this until I get a handle on it.”

“So I didn’t get him killed?”


“Thank god.” I was relieved. My guilty alleviated, but my fear remained. What if the person who killed him knew he’d been in contact with me?

“Have you gotten counseling? I know it was a traumatic experience and I could recommend some if-”

“I’m good. I found a therapist.” Emery was just what I needed to cope with this. She was fire and ice. She was feisty, but she was calming when I needed it, especially when I was deep inside her. Besides that, she reminded me of home. I loved everything about her from her nervous habits to her to the way she blushed when I stared at her for too long. On several occasions, I have thought of giving up my search for my brother’s demise, and just be with her, tell her everything. In the back of my mind still lies the question of the money she has, but haven’t touched. I have to admit it’s strange, especially when you’re having to pay for tuition out of pocket. I'm trying to think of a way to ask, but how do you ask about something like that without being insensitive.

“You haven’t told her anything, have you?”

“No,” I sternly stated, clenching my jaw so hard it hurt.

“Good. Don’t. There are too many unanswered questions and we need those answers.”

“I want to though. She deserves to know.”

“You’ll blow the whole case. It can wait.” I huffed my breath. “Another thing. Nathan was wearing a small surveillance camera that he usually uploaded the footage in our system at the end of the day, but the day before his death, the footage wasn’t uploaded. It wasn’t found on him so I’m hoping you would know a place where he would have put it to keep it safe.”

“I’m not sure. Nathan became really distant even before he went undercover.”

“Okay. Let me know if you can think of any place it could be. Focus on your classes. I’ll be in touch.”


He left. I knew just where to start looking for whatever footage my brother was trying to hide from them. My brother and I were close. If it is there, I know he put it there for me to find it. I needed to go home this weekend. The toughest part was going to be trying to convince Emery to go with me. I needed someone I trust. I needed her.

When my classes were done, I went home in search of my girl. The house was quiet so I guess everyone was either studying or gone. Ryan was nowhere in sight. She was lying on her bed on her stomach with earbuds in her ears. The shorts she had on hugged her ass.

She better had not worn those to class or there was going to be hell to pay.

I closed and locked her door. I climbed over her, rubbing my hard-on against her ass. She hurriedly turned around, snatching out her earbuds.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She said, glaring at me, ready to pounce. There's that fire.

“Pack a bag.”

“What? Why?”

“I need you to go somewhere with me.”

“Why? And why do I have to pack a bag?”

“Just do it.”

“No. This needs to stop. I have to focus on school and this thing between us is not helping me do that.”

“Come on, Emery. I need you." I searched her eyes, hoping she'd cave.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, but after this, we need some space.” I grinned at her, knowing she wasn’t going to follow through on that. I sure as hell wasn't. “Where are we going anyway?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“What am I suppose to tell everyone? I think they are going to know that I’ve gone missing.”

“Tell them that you have a mandatory convention to attend for a class and it's for the whole weekend.”

“So lie, again. What about you?”

“Would you like to tell them where you’re really going?”


“I thought so. And I do what I want, remember?” She gave me a look that made me chuckle. I kissed her cheek before lifting off of her. I went to open the door but took one last look at her smiling at me. “When we get there, I have something important to tell you. I just don’t want you to look at me differently.”

“Is it bad?”

“Just wait until we get there. Be ready by five,” I replied, leaving before she asked me any more questions.

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