41. Alexis
CHAPTER 41
Alexis
T he guilt eats at me as I stare at myself in the mirror of the private faculty restroom. Why did I let this happen?
One minute, I’m so angry at him that I want to scratch his eyes out. The next, I’m begging for his come as he fucks me into oblivion.
Grabbing my cell phone from the pocket of my backpack, I text Sophia. I need some advice, and I know she’ll understand better than anyone.
Biting my lip, I look at the mirror again before slipping my phone into my pocket and heading to the restroom door. I gingerly open it, peering down the hallway.
Good. The coast is clear.
I dart out, making it a few steps before heels click on the floor behind me. I walk faster, hoping I can make it to the exit before whoever it is catches up with me. The last thing I need is to answer a barrage of questions about why I was in the private faculty restroom.
“Lexi,” a familiar voice trills, sending chills down my spine.
Oh shit. Of all fucking people.
Pasting a fake smile on my lips, I slowly turn around. “Hey, Jessica.”
She bounds up to me, her gaze critical as she studies me from head to toe. “Do you know if Professor Whitmore is available? I knocked on his office door about ten minutes ago, but he didn’t answer.” Her smile reminds me of a Chesire cat as she arches one perfectly manicured brow. “I swear he was in there. I heard noises.”
Panic swirls inside me, making my palms sweaty. I hoist my backpack higher, trying to appear calm and collected. “I met with him after class to discuss my assignment. But I started feeling sick. He escorted me to the restroom and then left.”
“Oh.” She stares at me blankly. I don’t know if she believes me or not.
My phone beeps, and I quickly pull it out. I need to text Evan ASAP and tell him about this conversation.
Holding up my phone, I give her a fake smile. “It’s Sophia. I’ve gotta run. She’s meeting me to make sure I’m okay.”
Jessica flutters her fingers. “Bye.”
I don’t answer as I spin around, my fingers flying over my phone, texting Evan.
Please let him read it before Jessica makes it to his office. If our stories don’t align, we’re screwed.