Page 33 of Beg for It

Pushing away from the wall, I grab the door to swing it closed.

“I know your secret,” I tell him, enjoying the confused look on his face. “You enjoy fucking your students, don’t you? Filling their holes with your cum, using them for your every pleasure? I’m sure the dean would be appreciative of this information.”

Professor Kennedy slowly pales at my words, and I feel this strange sense of anger that he knows exactly what I’m talking about. Except, now he appears to be pitying me.

“I’ve done nothing wrong, Henley,” he says. “At least, not as far as what you’re insinuating.”

The good professor almost hesitated there, which is even more confusing. Does he know Camden’s secrets?

“Camden is missing,” I try again. “I saw you leaving the dorm bathrooms with him, which is highly inappropriate. He’s still not returned to his dorm room either?”

“I’d ask how you know this, but I’m not sure I want the answer,” Professor Kennedy says with a sigh. “Lee, you’re stalking him. God, no wonder the kid is so twitchy. I don’t know what the situation is between you, but he’s not a threat. Leave the poor boy alone. That’s all I’m able to tell you.”

“So why did you look so nervous there?” I ask. “Only guilty people pale the way you did.”

“I’m a very private person,” he reminds me. “No one wants what others think is dirty laundry aired for the world to see. Tread lightly, because I guarantee you don’t know everything you think you do.”

Thinking about that, I have to admit through my haze of anger, jealousy, and possessiveness that he may be right. However, every cell in my body is demanding that I find him, and I’ve never felt like this before.

“He has too many secrets,” I grumble. “He jumps at every sound. What does he have to be so afraid of? Nothing about him makes sense.”

“Take everything you know and toss it out,” the professor advises. “It’s probably wrong. Ask him what you need to know.”

“Yeah, I have to find him first, though!” I exclaim.

Professor Kennedy smirks as if he has all the answers. It makes me irrationally irritated. Why won’t Camden share these things with me?

Forcing myself to take a breath, I have to admit to myself that I’ve been spiralling since yesterday when I realized I couldn’t find the little rabbit. It’s all I can think about, my every thought revolves around him, making me irritated and unable to focus on anything else.

“The little rabbit is going to find a tracker injected into his ass sooner rather than later,” I complain, turning away to leave.

“He’s really under your skin,” Professor Kennedy mutters as I fling open the door.

Ignoring him and his assumptions, I leave his office.

Little rabbit, you have a lot to answer for. I despise worrying about you.

CAMDEN

My eyes feel like sandpaper as I blink my heavy lids open. I stare up at the white ceiling, thinking this must be Heaven.

Then the sounds of steady beeping fill my ears and it hits me that I’m not in Heaven.

A sob of disappointment hits me in the chest as I turn my head to the side, seeing a piece of medical equipment. I’m in the hospital.

Closing my eyes, a tear slips free. I lived to see another day, one filled with fear and pain. The constant worry that I have every moment I’m alive is going to come crashing down around me.

Despite the fear I felt in that moment, I was ready to let death take me. To finally be free from this fucked up life I’ve been tossed into.

“I can’t even fucking die right. I’m nothing but a pathetic failure,” I whisper, trying not to lose myself right now.

“Don’t talk like that about my friend.” A voice has me jolting, my head snapping over to see Jamie sitting in a chair, next to my bed. He watches me with a wary but pitying look. Just what I need.

“W-what are you doing here?” I ask, moving to scramble into a seated position, but groan as I fall back against the bed, a pounding pain starts in my head and a wave of nausea overtakes me.

“Hey, take it easy.” He says in a calm, soothing voice. “It’s okay. You're okay.” His hand rubs up and down my arm.

Brows pinching together, I force my eyes open to look at my friend. “Why are you talking to me like that?”

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