Dirty Professor

“That has to be a mistake,” I said. “There’s no way he would’ve left you out of his will, Mom!”

“Well, he did,” Mom said heavily. “And now I need your help, honey. Please,” she added, in a pathetic tone of voice that made me want to cry. “Please, Belle. Please try to help me. Do you think you can do that?”

I sighed softly. “What do you want me to do?” I raked a hand through my hair. “I haven’t graduated yet, Mom. I can’t get a job – at least, not a job that will pay any kind of money. And I don’t have any savings – and I have all those loans from school!”

The sobs on the other line of the phone were the hardest things I’d ever had to hear.

“Just please talk to Jackson, Belle,” Mom said. “He won’t take my calls, but I don’t know if he’s heard the news. Please, tell him. Please ask him if he’d be willing to help me.” She paused and made a soft sound like she was being strangled. “Please, Belle. This is my only hope.”

Talking to Jackson was the last thing I wanted to do in the world, but I knew I didn’t have any other choice. This was coming down to the wire, and I was going to have to help my mother if my life depended on it. Rapidly, my mind kicked into gear and started spinning. I tried thinking about things I could sell – what little jewellery I had, my laptop, maybe some of my old clothes and shoes. Sure, there wouldn’t be much, but it had to be enough to help.

“Belle? Are you still there?”

“I’m here,” I said. “Mom, I don’t know. What about if you move out here, and live with me and Alexa?”

“Honey, please, just talk to Jackson,” Mom said heavily. “He’s our only chance.”

After I got off the phone with Mom, I sprang into action. I torpedoed through my room, looking for anything of monetary value that might fetch a sum. In the end, I didn’t have much. There was a pair of half-carat diamond earrings that Mitchell and Mom had given me when I’d graduated from high school, as well as an amethyst pendant in the shape of a heart. I didn’t think that either would sell for much, but I pocketed both anyway.

At the bottom of my jewellery box, there was two hundred and fifty bucks in cash. I’d started saving up when I’d first gotten to college, and I knew that it didn’t look like much, but I hadn’t ever thought about having to support my mother. I’d started putting away cash for stuff like emergency pizza runs, or maybe even renting a car for a weekend trip.

This was a whole new ballgame.

I barely heard Alexa as she walked into my room and flopped down on the bed.

“Belle, what’s going on?”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said softly. “Something…something really horrible happened, Lex.”

Alexa pursed her lips. “You can always talk to me,” she said softly.

I winced. I knew that she must have overheard my part of the conversation, but the cuts were too fresh. I didn’t want to go into what was bothering me so much – I knew that Alexa could probably tell, but still.

“I don’t know. It’s just everything.” I threw my arms up in the air. “I feel so helpless, Lex. I don’t know what to do.”

Alexa crawled off the bed and scooted closer. She put an arm around me and pulled me into a hug. For a moment, we were frozen together like that. But then something inside of me snapped, and I started to cry.

“There, there,” Alexa said. She stroked my hair and held me close. “It’s gonna be okay, Belle. I promise.”

“It’s not,” I said tearfully. “Mitchell left everything to Jackson, my asshole stepbrother. My mom didn’t get a cent, and now she wants me to go beg money out of Jackson!”

Alexa hugged me tighter. “It’ll be okay,” she said in a soothing voice. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

I pulled away from her in shock. “Are you kidding?” My jaw dropped. “He’s…he’s spent his entire life trying to ruin mine!”

“Belle, come on,” Alexa said softly. “He just lost his father. He’s going through a lot of grief right now.”

I stared at her. “I tried to give him my best at the funeral, and he told me to fuck off. Literally,” I added in a dry voice. “He doesn’t give a shit about me, or my mom. Why the hell would he help us out? He probably thinks Mom is nothing but a gold-digger!”

Alexa sighed softly. “Belle, I know this is hard. But can’t you accept that maybe he’s just been fronting this whole time?”

“He’s always been nothing less than a complete jerk to me,” I said softly. “The first time I met him, he was charming for about ten seconds. Since then, I’ve never seen that side of him. He’s just an arrogant prick!”

Alexa patted my shoulder. “I know,” she said. “But you’ve gotta help your mom, right?”

I nodded grimly. “I do,” I agreed. “I know I do.”

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