To Professor, With Love (Forbidden Men 2)

Wait. That wasn’t Noel’s voice. What the hell?

I scrambled to my feet and slid aside the curtain to peer out the window. Oren Tenning glared back, his hands on his hips. Worried something had happened to Noel, I scrambled to unlock the deadbolt and opened the door.

But he didn’t spill any kind of word about his roommate. Fisting his hands and waving them erratically, he screamed, “What the fuck?”

I cleared my throat, licked my dry lips, and straightened my back. “What do you need, Mr. Tenning?”

“I need you to tell me what the hell happened tonight. When you texted me and asked me to make sure Gam was in a certain place at a certain time... Fuck, I thought you were going to try to get back together with him. Not rip his fucking heart from his fucking chest.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks. I was grateful it was dark and he couldn’t see my face, because my plan to appear unaffected was bombing.

“You used me.”

Setting my hand against my diaphragm, I took a deep breath. “I needed him to hate me.”

“Well, congratulations.” He snorted and flung his hands at me. “He does.”

I winced but nodded my head. “Good.”

With a harsh laugh, Ten ran his fingers through his hair and spun around only to come right back to me. “I can’t believe you. He was crazy about you. He...Jesus. Just...don’t ever ask me to help hurt my best friend like that again. Because I refuse.”

“I wasn’t asking you to hurt him. I was asking you to help me protect him.”

“Protect him? Protect him from what?”

I couldn’t answer that one without breaking down. My fingers were already shaking too hard, telling me I was on the verge of a panic attack. With a stiff smile, I met Ten’s gaze. “I guess you’ll find out soon enough.”

“Find out?” he echoed, his eyes going wide with alarm. “Find out what? What the fuck is about to happen?”

“Nothing that will affect you. Nothing that will touch Noel. I think.” With a hefty swallow and metaphoric crossing of my fingers, I drew in a deep breath. “I think he’s safe.”

“You think? Jesus Christ. Now I’m freaked out. What’s going on? What did you get him into?”

“Nothing. I’m ninety percent certain this won’t affect him at all.”

“Well, unless you’re a hundred and ten percent certain, then I’m not convinced. What is going on?”

Standing steady, I lifted my chin and got my regal on. “What’s going on is that I refuse to be one of those teachers who gives a student a grade she doesn’t deserve.” If I couldn’t get my happily ever after, then neither would Marci Fucking Bennett. “I won’t bow under pressure, or demands, or blackmail. And that’s all you need to know. I appreciate your concern for your friend, and I’m glad Noel has someone who’s loyal and concerned about him. But you really need to go now.”

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Someone knows, don’t they? Shit. Who is it? It can’t be any of the guys from Forbidden. They’d never do that to Gam. Just tell me who it is. Maybe I can talk to him. Wait, you said she, didn’t you? Who is she?”

“You don’t need to get any more involved than you already are.?

?? I touched his arm. “Just keep Noel...away from it. And...and if he does try to do anything radical, please remind him of his brothers and sister. He can’t get himself kicked out of Ellamore if he wants to help his family. His siblings need him.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.” - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

~ASPEN~

The longest night of my life passed in seconds. Thirty thousand of them. And I felt every single one. I didn’t sleep. Didn’t eat. Just sat on my couch, in the dark, wondering if I was doing the right thing. If I told Noel about Marci Bennett’s demands, he’d try to do something sweet and noble, and he’d probably get himself kicked out of Ellamore because of it.

But it had hurt so much to do what I’d done. If he hurt half as much as I did, then this was cruel and unusual punishment. How could I do this to him? How could I make him think I didn’t love him after he told me he loved me first?

Because I did love him, I had to repeat to myself every time I began to melt. I loved him so much I wanted him to reach his goals. I wanted him to graduate from college, get drafted into the NFL, and live out his happily ever after. He was going to accomplish every goal he ever set out to reach. I was going to make sure of it.

But my head throbbed as I drove to work. And it pounded as I started my first class. I was halfway through teaching Introduction to Literature when the door to the lecture hall burst open, slamming against the wall.