Chapter thirteen

Anne

My face still burned from the unexpected encounter with Davis earlier. Images of the not-so-subtle display of his anatomy replayed in my mind. It was hard to shake off the memory – quite literally. I mean it was so hard.

Why was I even thinking about that? I scolded myself, attempting to divert my attention. I needed to focus on class. Economics is undoubtedly better than… well, you know.

It was a meeting of the top five student. A project in economics. I needed to handle.

After this i know I would not be coming back to this school again.

I immersed myself in the lecture, desperately trying to bury any distracting thoughts beneath the weight of economic theories and graphs. The complexities of supply and demand were far more important than any personal distractions, or so I tried to convince myself.

But still I can't help but reason that thick hard… oh God.

Just as I began to regain some semblance of focus, my teacher disrupted the lecture with a question that snapped me bac