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  Margaret Cunning was the devil.

  “He’s been in prison now for almost two decades, and my mother only confessed to this three months ago. I’m in law school right now because every damn lawyer I went to didn’t believe me, didn’t have time or they didn’t want to touch his case. My grandmother has been paying some scumbag lawyer for appeals, and he’s just barely doing anything. At this point, I’m not even sure if he went to law school. So, I’m all my dad has left, and I have to be the best damn lawyer I can, so that I can get him out before it’s too late. So now you understand why I can’t stay here with you. I need you to teach me, and you can’t do that while you’re screwing me at the same time.”

  She got off of me, and gathered the rest of her clothes, while I sat there and trying to restart my brain.

  “Thea.”

  She didn’t turn back, instead she kept getting dress.

  “Thea.”

  Grabbing my jeans, I followed her down the stairs.

  “I’m sorry I missed class today professor Black, it won’t happen again,” she called over her shoulder as she tried to open the door.

  I slammed it shut.

  “You have a horrible habit of running away from me.”

  “It’s called self-preservation.”

  “It’s called bullshit. Look at me.”

  “No.”

  “Thea, look at me!”

  She still didn’t move.

  Damn her stubbornness!

  “Hear me out, and then I’ll let you leave.”

  “Fine.”

  She turned back and I kissed her. She kissed me back for a split second before pushing me away. “That’s what you wanted to say?”

  “Yes and no. I understand that this is complicated, and messy, and just all around fucked up. But I also know that you feel the same way about me, as I feel about you, no matter how much you try to deny it.”

  “Really? So tell me Professor, how do I feel?” she snapped, crossing her arms.

  “Confused. Frustrated. Happy. Pissed off and turned on, all at the same time.”

  “That could be anyone—”

  “Not done yet.” I pressed my finger on her lips. “You feel all of that, but most of all, you feel like there is no one else on the planet that will make you feel as alive as you are with me. You know it.”

  “That’s a bold statement.”

  “I’m a bold person, can’t you tell?”

  “Maybe it’s okay for you, but it isn’t for me. Anything you give in class, I will feel like I haven’t really earned it. Anything you take away, I’ll feel like it’s out of spite. No matter what, I’ll still feel that way if we do this.”

  “Then let’s not label this. Let’s just—”

  “Keep fucking each other?” she finished.

  I held back my anger. “I hate when you say it like that! You make it sound so dirty.”

  “But isn’t that what we’re doing? Isn’t that what you want?” she snapped back.

  “No. No it isn’t actually. I want to go on a date—dates— with you. I want us to get to know each other.”

  She still wouldn’t give in.

  “If anyone found out, I would be finished. You're the Levi Black, you’d be fine, but me—”

  “Then no one will find out, and even if someone did see us, I’m lawyer, I will lie through my teeth. I’ve taken former top students out before anyway, we’ll just need to bring case files with us as an alibi.”

  She dropped her head, allowing her hair to fall forward, masking her face. “Let me think about it.”

  There was nothing more that I could say or do. I’d stated my case, and it was time to let the juror deliberate. Stepping back, I allowed her enough room to open the door.

  This could be my first loss, I thought bitterly to myself, as I watched her walk away.

  THEA

  I wasn’t sure what was racing faster; my mind, or my heart. He was the smoothest talking man I had ever met.

  Do not consider his offer, I told myself as I entered my house. You only said that you would to get out of the there…

  “What in the hell?” I yelled, as I walked in on Selene, who sat on the couch smoking a joint, whilst some shirtless stranger was preoccupied with kissing her neck.

  They jumped apart quickly as I entered.

  “Get out!” I sneered at him, and he grabbed his belt, shirt and hat.

  “Selene—” he said, turning to her.

  “Now!” I screamed, before he could get another word out.

  “Really, Thea? Aren’t you being a little hypocritical?” she glared up at me, putting her shirt back on.

  My hand twitched.

  “First of all Selene, I’ve never ever brought a man home while you were living with me. Secondly, I’m twenty-three, I graduated both high school and college. You, on the other hand, are a sixteen-year-old, trying to get a C in trigonometry. We are nowhere near the same level.”

  Moving over to the couch, I again fought the urge to literally slap some sense into her.

  “Weed now?” I asked, as I picked up the joint.

  “It’s like, totally not even a drug now,” she argued.

  “Oh yeah? Would you like me to call up a nice police officer, and ask if he can verify that for me? Oh and you’re like totally grounded now,” I told her, mocking her tone.

  Her mouth dropped open. “Thea!” she shouted, outraged.

  “Don’t you dare raise your voice at me! First the nose ring, then the failing grades, now the boys and drugs? Who are you? Because my baby sister is smarter than this.”

  “Some of us want to have fun and live! Fun? Have you heard of it?” she screamed at me.

  “This is not the way you have fun!”

  “Maybe not for you. I don’t even know if you have fun bone in your body. All you do is study and study, until your brain feels like exploding, then you get drunk, and sleep with some random guy. Well you’re just living it up, aren’t you?”

  “What’s wrong with you?” I asked her.

  “Nothing is wrong!”

  “Bullshit.” I was doing my best to stay calm.

  “We’re just different people.”

  She walked toward the door but I stepped in front of her blocking her path.

  “I swear to God, Selene, I will tackle you to the ground before I let you walk out that door to go do something even more stupid.”

  “Whatever, by tomorrow he’s probably going to tell everyone my sister is a weirdo,” she replied, heading towards her room.

  “If you try and climb out your window, I will know, and I will find you and embarrass you wherever you go,” I warned her.

  She slammed her door.

  Sighing, I fell onto the couch before I remembered what they had just been doing. With a grunt of disgust, I stood back up and headed to the kitchen in search of the disinfecting wipes.

  Teenagers are just awesome.

  But I also knew that she was going through a lot more internally.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  LEVI

  “Run brother, run as fast as you can,” Bethan said to me, as she came out of our parents’ home in her dark blue, midnight-evening gown. Her stomach protruded like a beach ball under a blanket. Tristan came up beside her, and helped her down the stairs. He was dressed in his best suit, the one I had bought for him last Christmas.

  “Didn’t the party just start?” I asked, amused as they tried to make their escape.

  She shook her head at me, messing up her dark curls. “I just couldn’t deal with it anymore, Levi. When mom brought out the pianist, I had to get out of there.”

  I nodded. These events took a lot out Bethan. She—well, we— both felt like as though we were on display for all of the elite members of Boston to ogle at. However, because of my profession, and my frequent dealings with the media and general public, I was better at faking my interest than she was.

  “You used your pregnancy, didn’t you?”

  She grinned,
but bent over quickly as another couple walked around us, and into the house.

  “Hey, this belly is good for something other than hiding my toes,” she winked, grabbing on to Tristan’s hand.

  How he managed put up with her, I would never know.

  “Sorry, to leave you alone with them,” Tristan said, though I wasn’t sure he was as sorry as he claimed to be.

  “It’s fine, I know where they hide the good stuff.”

  “I miss drinking,” Behan pouted.

  “Okay, time to go home,” Tristan said, leading her down the stairs.

  For a brief moment, I wished that Thea was with me, but I pushed that thought out of my mind, as I headed inside. Sure enough, it was just as bad as Bethan had made it sound.

  It always felt as though I had jumped back into the 1920s for my parents’ parties. The white marble floors, the grand chandelier, and the crystal glasses. Everyone here was a somebody, and they dressed to prove it. Thousand dollar suits and gowns, Rolexes on the wrist of every man in sight, and diamonds and pearls adorning the necks, ears, wrists and hands of every woman present. This was the Black Family Party.

  “Thank you,” I said directly to the server’s face, as he handed me a glass. He nodded, somewhat dazed.

  Happens every time.

  They usually spent the entire night being waved off and ignored by all attending patrons. Whenever someone actually said something to them, it shocked them out of their minds, like I had just ripped off their invisible cloak.

  “Levi!” my mother called out to me.

  She was dressed in a red floor-length gown, and had the same green eyes as mine, with light, grey-brown hair, that stopped at her shoulders. She kissed my cheeks and smiled. “I’m so happy you’re here. Did you manage to see Bethan? She just left.”

  “Yes,” I said with a smile, “I caught her on her way out. You look beautiful.”

  “Thank you, honey.”

  She wiped her lipstick off my cheek.

  “She’s marked you too, I see,” my father said, as he came up behind her. “Glad you could make it, son.”

  “I had an option?” I replied, earning myself a stern look from my mother.

  My father stood toe to toe with me, with salt and paper hair, and brown eyes. He used to hate parties like this one, until he retired. He was the former district attorney, before becoming a judge, and now, he was the man who threw parties, to talk about his past glory days. I felt bad for him sometimes.

  “Come with me, I have someone I want you to meet,” my mother said as she pulled me into the dining room where the rest of her guests were.

  “Mom, slow down or you’re going to trip over your dress.”

  Why was she such in a hurry?

  She hushed me, and led me over to the bar where a pretty brunette with bright blue eyes, wearing all black, stood.

  “Sharpay, this is my handsome son, Levi. Levi, this is Sharpay London. Her mother and I were pledge sisters in college. They just recently, moved to Boston.” She introduced us with the widest cat-like grin on her face. “Oh, I’ll be right back, you father is calling me,” she said, as she beat a hasty retreat.

  “Wow, she is not subtle at all,” I whispered to myself.

  I should have known.

  Why didn’t I listen to Bethan? Why didn’t I run when I had the chance?

  The last time my mother had set me up with a woman, I ended up marrying her. And just look at how well that worked out!

  “She’s actually much better than my mother who practically dragged me here by my hair,” Sharpay laughed.

  There was no denying that she was pretty. Some may even say beautiful. But she wasn’t the one I wanted.

  “I’m sorry about this, I thought I had made it clear to her that I wasn’t available.”

  Obviously we needed to have the I-don’t-need-my-mother-to-pick-out-dates-for-me conversation again.

  “Oh, you’re seeing someone?”

  She looked disappointed. Didn’t she just claim that she was dragged here almost against her will?

  “No,” I said, then I reconsidered, “Yes— It’s very complicated right now.”

  “It seems like it. She must be one lucky girl to catch the Levi Black.”

  “It seems like someone knew more about this set up than she let on.”

  She shrugged. “You can’t blame a girl for trying right? I saw you in the Time magazine article. When my mother talked about this party, I figured why not. So, tell me, how complicated is complicated?”

  “I’m not sure, but it’s worth sticking out.”

  She opened her purse and handed me her card— Dr. Sharpay London, it read.

  “If ever you’re bored, or in need of a physical, call me.” She walked off smoothly.

  She was good. Had I met her two months ago, this conversation may have gone a lot differently.

  Turning to the bartender, I handed him her card. He raised an eyebrow at me, but took it anyway.

  “Bourbon,” I said to him, and he poured me a glass.

  Downing it, I moved through the crowd, painfully aware that my mother was very likely somewhere searching for me. Making my way up the stairs, I headed towards my old bedroom.

  Resting on the bed, I pulled out my phone and saw that there was not one, but two missed calls from Thea.

  “Pick up,” I whispered, hitting redial.

  “Didn’t you listen to my message?” she answered.

  “You left a message?” I looked at my screen and saw the little voicemail icon in the corner, “No, I just called you back.”

  “I called you by mistake, but I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, so I called again and left a message.”

  “Thank you?” I laughed.

  “You were supposed to listen to your voicemail,” she chided.

  “I’m sorry,” I told her.

  “Well yeah, so I’ll just hang up—”

  “What are you doing right now?”

  “It’s not sexy.”

  “Tell me anyway,” I grinned.

  “I’m trying to get a cigarette burn out of my couch.”

  “You’re right, that was not sexy. Since when did you smoke?”

  “I don’t! My sister is just… she’s just going through a phase.”

  “Is she alright?”

  She sighed. “Levi, what are you doing?”

  “I’m talking to you—”

  “You're a straight-laced, respectable teacher, and a hot-shot lawyer. You can have any woman you want—”

  “You’re right,” I told her. “In fact, no less than ten minutes ago, a pretty doctor was hitting on me.”

  “Well aren’t you Mr. Lucky.” She was annoyed, I could hear it in her voice.

  “But I turned her down, because I meant what I said. I’m not going to make it if I spend the semester, let alone the full academic year, trying to avoid you, or deny the fact I want to be with you. I tried, and it drove me crazy.”

  She was silent.

  “If I wasn’t your professor, and I had called you on the day after our week was over, and asked you out on a date, would you have gone out with me?”

  “Yes,” she said whispered, “but it’s more complicated than that.”

  “So what?”

  More silence.

  “So I can’t. I just can’t. I’m sorry.”

  And just like that, she was gone.

  If that was her answer, fine.

  Getting up, I head back downstairs. My mother called me over in the corner of the room, but instead, I simply waved her away before heading towards the window.

  “It seems like things just got a lot less complicated,” I whispered into Sharpay’s ear with my hand on her back.

  She grinned, and I ignored the little voice in my head. The voice of reason. The voice of warning.

  THEA

  Part of me wanted to call him back, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I came back to Boston and entered law school with one goal in mind, and sinc
e I met him, I found that I had allowed myself to be distracted, and I had lost sight of my goal.

  No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t put everything on the line for a guy I barely knew. I needed to get back on track, I needed to stop daydreaming and get back to reality. My family needed me, and that superseded all else. It also meant I was going to have to deal with Selene.

  She should be trying to sneak back in any time now.

  “Shit,” I heard her hiss, as she stubbed her toes against the table.

  “Would you like some ice for that?” I asked her, turning on the light.

  “Jesus Christ!” she jumped back, grabbing her chest in fright.

  She was a mess, her skirt was on backwards, her make-up was streaked and ruined, and her hair was a complete mess.

  “That grounding thing wasn’t serious, right?” she asked as she went into the kitchen, and grabbed herself a box of cereal.

  “I un-enrolled you from school,” I told her.

  “Seriously? Right on!” She jumped onto the couch in front of me.

  I stared at her for a moment, then I took a deep breath before I reached for the ticket on the coffee table.

  “Where are we going?”

  “We’re not going anywhere. You’re going back to Maryland,” I told her. “I’ve already called Grams.”

  “What?”

  “You can’t stay here—”

  “You’re kicking me out? Are you fucking serious right now?! Just because I went out a couple times—”

  “I’m not kicking you out Selene, you can come back whenever you want, you just can’t live here.”

  She looked like I had just stabbed her. “I don’t… I don’t understand? Is because of that guy? ‘Cause I mean, I don’t mind if he comes over—”