All Chapters of Hot Professor Is My Step Dad : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

So Sorry this s chapter 11... Getting Worse is chapter 12BonnieThe same dining room that I had spent most of my childhood in has never felt so small.I took my seat across from him. Well....a tactical choice or more like the distance itself was a really weak armor; while my mother busied herself with pouring wine while talking animatedly with Marcellus whose eyes were fixed on me and his hands resting on the tablecloth with an ease that made my stomach churn badly."Red or white, sweetheart?" My mother asked me holding up the two bottles.I needed something to dull the sharpness in my chest , something that would take me off the edge."Red""Then Red it is" she poured generously and reached out to fill Marcellus glass too. She touched his shoulder as she did it, a sweet and affectionate gesture that made me want to scream."You've clearly outdone yourself, honey" He said as he lifted the glass slowly to his lips and I could have sworn that his eyes flicked to mine over the rim.Bast

BonnieI didn't say anything until we were halfway down the hall.I was walking fast; like, if-I-stop-I'll-fall-apart fast...and Bianca had to jog to keep up. My gym bag kept smacking her hip but I couldn't bring myself to care."Okay," she said. "What the hell was that?""Nothing.""Nothing? Bonnie, he cornered you in a bathroom. A bathroom. That's not nothing. That's something. That's a whole something."I didn't answer. Just kept walking with my jaw tight and eyes fixed on the exit sign at the end of the hall.Bianca grabbed my elbow and yanked me to a stop by the water fountain. "Girl. I know you're not about to lie to my face right now."I finally looked at her. My face was burning; I could feel it, that humiliated heat crawling up my neck...but underneath the heat was something else. Anger... Frustration."You're blushing," Bianca said."I'm not blushing.""You're literally red right now. Like a tomato...like a strawberry. Like...""Okay, I get it.""And you're fuming. How are

MarcellusI watched her walk away.Dragging her friend across the parking lot like she couldn't get far enough so fast. She didn't stumble or even slow down talk less of even looking back.I stood there for a full minute after she disappeared.Then I checked my watch and walked to Building C for fourth period.Advanced Molecular Biology. Third-year students. The ones who actually wanted to be there.I'd planned a lecture on meiotic drive; the selfish genetic elements that manipulate reproduction in their own favor. Distortion of expected inheritance patterns. Genes that cheat to survive.The irony wasn't lost on me.I wrote the first equation on the board. Frequency of segregation distortion = 1 - (2r/3). My hand was steady and so was my voice. Everything was fine.Not until I turned around and saw a girl in the third row. Brown hair that looked soft even in a ponytail. The same shade of brown as Bonnie's.She was frowning at the board, chewing on the end of her pen. Innocent yet obli

BonnieGenevieve looked like she'd stepped off a movie poster. By the way, Genevieve's Bianca's mother.Thick red hair tumbled over her shoulders in waves that probably cost a fortune to maintain. Big sunglasses, a cream-colored trench coat over something silky underneath. She sat behind the wheel of her latest Mercedes sedan like she'd been born there...one hand on the gear shift, the other holding a travel mug of something that smelled like cinnamon and ambition. Christ...this woman was something else."Ladies," she said, not looking at us, "I love you both, you know I do. But if you ever make me drive you to school at this hour again, I will personally enroll you both in a boarding school in Switzerland. And I will not visit.""It was my fault," I said suddenly from the back seat."It was both our faults," Bianca corrected as a matter of factly as she slumped in the passenger seat with her eyes barely open. "We take joint blame.""You watched half a season of The Boys." She reminde

So Sorry the last chapter is 19 not 20, this is chapter 20... I apologize for the confusion.BonnieDetention was held in Room 112.It was always held in Room 112. Everyone knew that. The room smelled like floor wax and sex and fluorescent lights was bright in a frequency designed to make you confess to crimes you didn't commit.There were twelve of us.Twelve delinquents apparently, arranged in neat rows like we were in elementary school again. The kid in front of me...some sophomore with acne and an unfortunate haircut that kept turning around every thirty seconds to stare at me. Not even glance stare man. Like I was a nature documentary and he was taking notes."What?" I finally whispered.He didn't answer. Just smiled...this weird, too-wide smile...and turned back around.Bianca kicked me under the table. "That's Jeremy. He's been in detention every single week since freshman year. He once asked Ms. Albright if she believed in soulmates. Like to her face during detention.""No way